TGIF
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The walk made me a little bit more focused and a little bit less woozy from the orange drink. I would've chosen to pass out entirely on the table we sat an hour before, but it scares me to the bone that I have the company of drunk friends as well, and them threatening me to leave me on the roadside with nothing on but my own pool of sick did not help me in just falling out right then and there. So every bit of living brain cell started rumbling in my head, the dead ones swaying like liquid puss in my head, as we made our way to the soccer field.
I was trying to think why we where going to go there again, but I was too focused on how the hell am I gonna walk straight and not look like a swaying drunkard kid who doesn't know how to gauge his own tolerance for alcohol. Before I could really trip over my own feet, we were already in our destination, and all that walk did reduce the inconsistency induced by the alcohol, but not totally, so I chose to plant myself on the cemented bench.
Soccer people were playing, well, soccer on the, well, soccer field in front of me. Reminded me of a lot of things really. Like how I wanted to join the summer camp for soccer, or how I would do on the field in a real game, and perhaps, playing soccer under the heat of the sun. All to my surprise, something clicked, I don't know if it's one of those metaphorical 'clicks' or a real clicking sound, but, like magnets drawn to each other, my head doesn't even bother looking to the other direction, and looks straight out to the left.
I thought I was really drunk at this point, I've been hallucinating probably, and I tried to convince myself that, and that me missing a certain something is just playing with my mind. But I guess it was true, since I tried looking away, but turned my head to the same direction again right after (remember, magnets), and the shade of orange brightness still stuck in the same position, only this time, I could feel it looking back, and a smile creeping up my face. It was undoubtedly one of those 'my-body-is-betraying-my-mind' moments. So I laugh it off, like a mad scientist reviving the dead. It was an uncharacteristic reaction, and probably, if I could read minds, I could probably hear something like, "He's gone crazy.." or "I expected this much, not a moment too late.." Oh, screw you.
So, even in the drunkeness can't drive away summer sunshine.
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I'm bored, drunk, about to pass out, and I kept hitting the space bar more than once, so yeah, sorry, this one's not too entertaining.
smiled at the sun again @ 1:29 AM,
1 Comments:
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At June 16, 2007 at 6:11 AM,
jose angeles. said...
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woist, bakit parang walang magic/life/lucillepowder ung post na to?