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May 15, 2008
posted by Nk. at 7:34 AM

So I woke up at 3:30 this morning and found myself contemplating about things.

A brawl between drunks took place in front of our apartment last night. Seconds after the shouting, cursing, and flailing of weapons -- my house mates and I found ourselves staring at what hopefully was not a dead person lying just a few feet away from where we stood. Scared shitless we frantically locked our doors and ran to the safety of our rooms as the neighborhood went into hysterics.

Safe in our room we ended up talking about the stupid things we've done that we now prefer to call accidents. Like the time I was twelve and I jumped out of a moving tricycle just to see if I can land on the ground upright. Of course I did. Land on my face, that is.

Moral of the story: contemplation at 3:30 in the morning = FAIL.

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At May 15, 2008 at 1:31 PM, Blogger Pluma

hahaha. kasi naman e, sa madaling araw pa nagko-contemplate plate e.


At May 17, 2008 at 2:37 PM, Anonymous paolo

this is why i hate midnights. i either scare myself, be emo or create some new theory in my head.

gotta give props for you jumping out of a tricycle though. =P