spatial histories

so the thing is, i'm back in my sister's apartment. the same one i used to stay in during my last years in college, and the one we used to share during my first few years at work/her first few years in college herself. as it is, i'm cramming for a lecture i have to deliver as a favor for a friend in a while. jeez ang tanda na lang ng task na ito.

venturing into the bathroom when i got in, i noticed a box styro full of fishes. upon closer inspection, i found that 1) they were not goldfishes and 2) they were probably for her thesis. hahaha. i just fed them. i'm afraid one of them may have already passed on :(

anyway, to confess i'm actually a bit cautious about going back to maskom today. i don't know, it's unsettling. one minute, a place is like an extension of yourself. the next, nothing's quite the same anymore and you barely know it. on my way here, i was lining up for an MRT card, and upon getting to the counter, i paused for a while if only to remember THE NAME OF THE STATION I WAS HEADED TO. embarrassing. i think i had to scan the list of stations for three seconds. to think there used to be a time i could get from here to makati *half-awake* throughout the commute. i guess in time you really unlearn those reflexes huh.

which reminds me of that mcdo ad everyone's talking about. andrea and i have decided it would have been much more effective interesting had the girl ended up with another girl. BUT OF COURSE! hahaha.