i am, in fact, stuck in the middle of a rainy week without anything to do except to show up for a relative's wedding affair. quite amusing but still not enough to get me back on the highway to unsolicited productivity.
going to a wedding always reminds me how I've always avoided the thought of being in one as the groom. and i know ill keep on avoiding that for as long as i find someone who'd be fit to play the part as the bride. talk about standards of taste; not even my ideal woman is ideal enough to fit into my fancy wedding.
sure it was a light occasion all throughout. one of the principal sponsors who looked like a sophisticated woman to me, goofed off to much for her to look like a blondie to everyone. the people who were covering the event were constantly blocked my view; perhaps my angle was too good not to be caught on tape. and the priest was trying to pull off a perfect homily in English. although he got tongue tied a lot, and although his uncanny pronunciation of the words that ended with the diphthong "sh" made me realize how much saliva he can hold in his mouth, all it took for him to sting me was just a simple quote i could have made myself.
"a wedding only lasts for an hour; a marriage lasts forever..."unfortunately, i passed on the chance to applaud slowly-and-loudly-as-if-in-complete-shock to my heart's content.
that made me realize how i couldn't just figure out how it would be if i were to emulate epitome of true commitment [which is yet to be made] to which a married man adheres to... at 20 years of living, I'm not even ready to think about that yet.
whoever was playing games on me by fiddling with the events of my day was fortunately of the balanced type. even though i was slowly sinking down to my standby mode to the rhythm of a slow rain that made the day ever so gloomy, there was always something to cheer me up even for just a moment or two. yeah, i would have forgotten everything except for that somebody who spoke in public during the reception. he had a nice outfit, a nice outlook on life, and a fuckin awesome accent that would beat even a drunken irishman that was trying to insult an english man the wrong way.
too bad the only word i can remember was "aploos" as in, lets give the yada yada did da a round of aploos... i kept the sound of that one in my pocket as my father was scolding me for going lol as in laughing out loud... too good i just remembered a word, or else id be reminded of him too much that id probably forfeit my sleep.
[insert silence here]
... i was definitely stuck. whether it was just inside that reception hall, or stuck in between the boredom of my world and the apparently interesting things on the other side of my imaginary firewall. im not sad, but im not happy either.
im stuck within myself and the thought of going back to school. i can definitely push my luck and go on leave for another semester, but i know i wouldn't...
i don't know what is it that im looking for... and i don't know why im looking for that thing.
all i know is that im stuck with textwist right now because the computer cant beat me and i just can't lose a game. im definitely on a roll... im not a genius, but i found a way to master the art of tinkering with scrambled letters, which makes me a genius after all...
oh, and by the way, the Japanese occupation is back.
bring it on (cute) baby...
