I'm leaving this place.
This will be my last post here unless, of course, I change my mind. I always do that anyway. If you're coming with me, just take my hand and we shall be together again.
Are These J.D. Salinger's Works?
While composing my previous entry, with a promise that I'll be shutting down this pc once I'm through with it, my download in LimeWire completed as well. So, of course, I launched the file. Right, I'm in the habit of downloading files which seem a bit unfamiliar to me.
The name of the file, which is in rich text format, is The Uncollected J.D. Salinger.
The only works of J.D. Salinger I'm familiar with are The Catcher in the Rye, which I read a long time ago, and Nine Stories, which I only got to know through a reliable literary source. Literary source? What a description. Alright, he's...
Oo Na
Nagising ako sa biglang lakas ng tugtog ng Rain. Akala ko si weh; si Tita pala. Nalaman ko lang nung pumunta si weh sa kwarto
ko habang nakahiga pa 'ko at nag-iinin. Sabi ni Tita, "Nagising ba kayo
sa patugtog ko?" Sabi naman ni weh, "Effective palang panggising
'yon?" Sa isip-isip ko lang, "Oo naman."
So nagising na 'ko nang maaga. Wala na 'kong excuse ngayon para hindi
ituloy ang matagal nang nabibinbing paglilinis ko ng kwarto.
Unusually Sleepy
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
--Ernest Hemingway
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I don't love sleep.
I seldom sleep, actually.
But now,
considering the number of times and hours I've been sleeping the nights and days away this past week,
perhaps I do.
Is it because my life has fallen apart?
Has it?
Really?
