Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I know why I love the night. And why even though I'm tired and my eyes are desperately fighting to keep awake, I still find stuff to keep myself entertained, trying to keep the night close to me for as long as possible.
I was checking my emails just a while ago, when the silence of the night just hit me. It was unbelievably quiet. It was one of those rare instances where there weren't any hooligans getting rowdy downstairs, nor any cars or bikes screeching down the main road, nor any LRTs dinging or donging to announce their arrival. Just plain silence. I enjoyed it for as long as it lasted till a motorcycle went pass. It was amazing. Now the typing from my fingers seem loud and coarse too. I think we should all find our own quiet time wherever we are.
Peace out.
I was checking my emails just a while ago, when the silence of the night just hit me. It was unbelievably quiet. It was one of those rare instances where there weren't any hooligans getting rowdy downstairs, nor any cars or bikes screeching down the main road, nor any LRTs dinging or donging to announce their arrival. Just plain silence. I enjoyed it for as long as it lasted till a motorcycle went pass. It was amazing. Now the typing from my fingers seem loud and coarse too. I think we should all find our own quiet time wherever we are.
Peace out.
