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I'm listening to Sandwich's Kalendaryo off their latest album, Five on the
Floor. There's a
certain charisma and history to this band that has drawn me into them
lately. I'm retracing their discography.
The song got me thinking how we think we own Time. I mean, we spend it,
don't we?
July 7, 2007 | 5:31pm | Log 134 |
Of course,
part of the Memorandum of Agreement is that whatever bit of Time spent is
non-refundable. It is given to us. I think that should be enough reason
to be thankful.
No, but we think we're a higher order than Time. We order it around.
First kiss. First yes. First honeymoon (everyone hopes there's no
second, but that's not always the case, is it?). First promotion. First
1.0 classcard.
A newly-recorded demo at Sound Kitchen. A vacation getaway to the
Caribbean Islands to hook up with the Black Pearl. A Detective Conan episode. A
day with the Dallas Mavericks.
Let the good times flow in.
Don't Roadrunner, Time.
Don't you ever.
And then...
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.
And then, vice versa happens.
Lectures. Traffic jam. Sickness. Office hours (unless your job is
rehabbing Lindsay Lohan or wardening Paris Hilton).
All those 'c'mon!' stuff.
We bite our teeth just to order Time to have them all fast forwarded.
We get mad if it stands still, when we need it sprinting down Grepa
Walk.
I say, live with it.
Time is essentially the same whoever or wherever you are. It is Newton's
Law of Inertia. It just started and will just keep on and on and on and
on and on, unless someone stops it.
(Attention: Hiro Nakamura).
Whether counting the revolution of the hands of a clock, tearing pages
of a calendar, or dearly pining for someone,
the difference between a tortoise and a rabbit is just you, if you get
my drift. July 7, 2007 | 5:46pm |
Log 135 |
All credit goes to this person and his
blog for
bringing me back to the blog circuit.
I even adopted its simplistic but very effective design.
Officially, I announce
Agent Zero...
[1] as the new runner-up to the love
I have for Dirk and [2] as my new
rock star idol. I mean, Dirk knows how to play the guitar but
he doesn't have that swagger yet. Yet!
July 7, 2007 | 7:04pm | Log 136 |
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