Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

5 minutes

Five minutes is all I need to rest my tired eyes. It feels so hot. The in between yawning is also irritating. I should've taken a leave. I was planning though, but figured I don't have a place to sleep anyway. My Aunt has taken my room. For two weeks, I've been sleeping at my sister's or my brother's chamber or whichever is available. It's hard since I am so comfortable having my own room. I hate every time my parents offer my room to a visitor. Why does it always have to be my room? I am so darn sleepy. Two weeks have passed. Please have mercy. All I need is just a night of good sleep. After that, she can take my room for another two weeks or so.

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