March 14
just when i thought i'm different. that my life is a color wheel. that i am rainbow. that i am a purple hazed abiku soaring in this universe.i looked at myself in the mirror, i too am black.
then came March 9....wow! my brain almost exploded. how could they allow it? it had to take 28 lives. stop use of toxic chemicals. stop use of commercial pesticides.
then came trainspotting. i want to be a sickboy suddenly. but i am a renton
now, the sea is making peace with me. Panglao is calling me, right now and i can't miss that.
the world owes nothing to us. we create the world. we act now or the world will be pure dirt.(i mean of all sorts)
now you see now you don't. no, i haven't reached the winter of my discontent but sometimes the sea is not my friend.
