Sunday, March 6, 2011

st kilda

went to the beach today. not to bondi, that's in syd, to st kilda, which is in melbourne. yeah, yeah it was pretty good fun, in a sort of fun way. and yeah, st kilda is where the first theme park is ever built, and while my friends call the luna park trashy, i'd see it as having a historical value.

lemme think, i guess cause i've been feeling under the weather, you people have to suck it up too. geez vivi! :( got quite a good mental guess on why i am feeling this, but hey, i'mma not going down that road, beb. sick. it's not gonna help; it's not worth the trouble; so unworthy of the dilemma that'll kill millions and billions and another gazillions of my brain cells. SHUCKS.




bitch beautiful beach huh? it's not as clean as i expected it to be, but hey, compared to jtown's ancol it's obviously better by the mile. oh, and i had BAILEYS ice cream from a nearby parlor. yummy-yummy. i decided, i love baileys. FELL hard, headfirst in LOVE.



know what, as i walked on the waterline, my feet splashing on the water as it caressed the sand, i thought of my life and just.... things. footmarks that were left on the sand signified my life, each step is significant, leads to the next, there is nil way to go backwards. slow but almost definitely, each step is bound to leave a mark, only to be washed away when the net big wave rolled over to cleanse the slate.



and i saw this jellyfish being washed to the shore, the heavy currents potentially too forceful for it to handle, and it was rolling helplessly like a chunk of flesh under a butcher's capable hands. dreadful sight, really. yet i could see it struggle really hard for its life, fighting to get into the deep waters once more, but every inch it gained closer to the ocean, it would be forced back another two. sad. very very sad. i thought: if a jellyfish fights that hard for its life, and i, as a human being, that has a fucking brain, don't, am i even lower than a jellyfish?! i willed for the persistent being to live on, knowing the suffering it must have felt being out of its habitat, with its life put on the line. DYING.

and what does it say about me, getting all worked up over a fucking jellyfish? gee, if only i knew....

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