soundtrack: rae & christian: salvation ft. siron

so it's saturday night and it's my birthday and i'm sitting in the basement of my parent's house bored out of my mind. had i known that other events would have taken parts of my family elsewhere, perhaps maybe i would be in school right now or i would have been wise enough to bring textbooks so that instead of sitting here in front of the home computer bored out of my mind, i could be doing some useful studying. i just came back from church; been there all day. i didn't expect to stay there all day, it just sort of happened. i don't know if i'm frustrated or tired.

or maybe i'm just sad. i can't believe that the space shuttle just exploded. i don't know what to think. i remember when the challenger blew up, in kindergarden. i remember thinking how seven brilliant people in the brink of an eye, were gone. a couple of days ago, i was thinking about that day so long ago and thinking that they would never let it happen again. but yet again, seven brilliant people are gone. it just makes you think if you're willing to take that risk to experience something so spectacular as space. you can't dream what that's like; it's nothing like you've ever dreamed. i don't know. it's all just very sad. sad just seems to simply express the situation.

peace.

edit: my babay came back! i knew that if i crossed my fingers long enough... welcome back man. i was starting to worry if you were ever gonna come back. it's all good cos here you are. thank you for the birthday wishes.