i forgot the title for this one.

dear moosy,

so i was at manila oriental, buying groceries, minding my own business, thinking quite hardly about what to write as a title for this blog and, suddenly, as i grab hold of the keyboard of my laptop, suddenly..

i forget.

it is because i am currently suffering from mild alzheimer's, a political term to describe a recently discovered (by me, of course) amnesiatic behavior resulting from mental stress and severe depression due to inability to talk to one's best friend(s), namely: maureen (sorry mau, i assume a lot.. it's an uncalled for quality) and charmion and nikki. i miss you guys.

classes tomorrow, and tricia and suzy won't be there. life will never be as bearable again. no more long walks about boys and toys, long walks to cut classes and go malling, long walks on the oval to spot the best-looking jogger around. for some reason, i wouldn't want to know a lot of people anymore, considering that sooner or later they'll leave anyway.

[moosy is a rather quiet, big-eyed, antlered moose stuffed toy stuck in the back of my car. he is a good listener when i unnervingly talk about problems, and a patient passenger when i get lost on the streets and everybody's yelling both curses and directions.]

psyched and sighing at the same time,
shai