– The train started its journey and I’m on it.
– What are you seeing out of the window?
– Gray blocks and a blue sky, which is changing its color to match the blocks.
– Oh, blue giving way to pink?
– Kind of. Oh, and the guy in green is looking at the same sky. Stunning!
– Stunning sky or guy? Is he mixed with pink too?
– (Smile)

“I’m not like John Lennon, who thought he was the great Almighty. I just think I’m John Lennon.”

— Noel Gallagher

Counting the lines;
the yellow
ones.

Fighting the motion;
the sickening
thoughts.

Waiting for the next song;
those upcoming
stops.

Smiling at the
graffiti;
and you
in my mind,
who breaks my heart;
not so distressful
after all.

Crying for the
dead grass
seized in between the same
lines;
dislike our parallel
lives.

… still wondering loud,
who’s in charge of our *love*?

S

“When you love someone, you don’t want them to suffer at all.”

— Charlotte Gainsbourg

Hmmm…

… Yes, it was Friday, September 14, 2007 @ 12:39 Ante Meridiem.

S

He is sitting on the other side of the train, looking good… as for me, I’m listening to Tori, reading the New Yorker article on Alba’s apartment… and in between, I take a glance (though a lingering one) at him while he is reading his paper.

S

“Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.”

— Ethan Hawke

Okay, I know this is going to sound a bit freaky… I got hit on the temple by (or better say my head got caught in between) the train’s sliding doors… the driver decided to open and close the doors in less than three seconds and didn’t realize that some poor passenger would find herself on the floor, having been hit on the side of her head, one leg stuck inside and the rest of her body outside on the platform, in total panic and surrounded by people looking at her in shock, asking her if she was fine!

Life goes on, just like the train which continued its ride and left me wondering in surprise… the good thing is that I’m alive and my headache is gone… looking on the bright side, I now appreciate life even more than before and keep repeating to myself that *life is too short*.

Oh, and NO… unlike what my close circle told me I should have done, I didn’t sue the Toronto Transit Commission!

S

“We are all grown-up children, really. Our lives are made up of adulthood and childhood, all together. So one should go back in search of what was loved and found to be real.”

— Audrey Hepburn

Everything is calm… it’s wet outside… I watch the rain… I like watching the rain… I walk under it, feel it caress my frizzy hair… my skin is breathing… it all takes me back to many years ago… where I decided to move and live in The City of Rainy Days… I even miss its grayness… oh so much!

Everything is lovely… I smile and enter my daily *underground* stories… the umbrellas are all tucked in their bags… they all crave the rays of a shining sun… sitting next to one another, with nary a smile on any face, reading about bloody violence… this is when I start to feel sick inside, and when the calmness starts to fade away.

I can’t wait to take the escalators up and feel the breeze all over again.

S