|your science hurts
||[Mar. 21st, 2007|01:25 am]
|||||the spinto band||]|
hung out to dry a block across
hah. what spontaneity. the initial plan was one, while i went the other. this usually happens at the bus stop from home. i will go wherever the buses will lead me to. this time 'round i chose the old neighbourhood my late paternal grandparents used to stay. back when i was a tod, prolly five, six years old. vague memories. from the alighting bus stop straight up to the block itself is a refreshing trackdown. i felt six again. it was a phenomenal feeling. you go, "hey i remember this, i remember that and oh ya, that" and it's really emotional.
my gramps lived on the 25th floor, the last floor of this lone, muted flat. i went up to see its occupant. an indian family resides there now, judging from the ornaments on the door. the area haven't changed much from the last time i remembered. i talked to one of the minimart owners about my being there, since, like fifteen years ago. and that shop goes back to twenty. these things, priceless.
and i've got a deviantart a/c now.
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