I am trying to decide how to narrate a day that was, to me, simply fantastic, the way other field bio days and enough schooldays for me to be considered a nerd are in their stability, which is the absolute opposite of grand and yet is grander than any imaginary triumph anyone can come up with, without seeming redundant, annoying, and just plain shallow. I would like to say that the noise of my brother's DS is getting in the way of my thinking, but in order to say that, I must first establish that I can think to begin with. Even though you are purely imaginary (that reminds me of i) (that must have sounded weird), my dear audience, I cannot guarantee that you will all agree with me. So I will just say that the noise of my brother's DS is, while it does not grate on my nerves, something the world just may be better without.
I believe that I have strayed far enough from my topic.
We went to Trinoma today, the way we do most other days, for lunch. We also went to Trinoma this afternoon, the way I don't most other afternoons, because, well, I guess we wanted to eat, among other things.
I love ice cream. I don't know how that will sound. I love candy and ice cream and we played agawan-base in the pool, but I didn't know how to play agawan-base. At nasa amin yung flippers. =>
At wala akong nakalimutan ngayon!
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I was laughing at the accident insurance. I don't know if I was supposed to, but I was laughing nonetheless.
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There is nothing grand about a trip to Trinoma. There is nothing earth-shaking about an afternoon out with friends, an ice cream cone, a lot of chatter, and a trip to an arcade. That's why it's so hard to relate that scene in a way that does not make people want to run away in the opposite direction as fast as possible. But really. I don't wonder at the people who pick a lifetime of so-called ordinary scenes over a lifetime of extreme despairs alternating with extreme euphorias.