'and tonight i'll sleep on a bed of nnnaaaiiilllsss...'

01.
i've resolved to increase my intake of fruits and fruit juices so right now i'm looking at one liter of dark grape juice that i will be drinking in the next hour or so.

i'll remember the fact that years from now, this would have become wine, i told JC when i showed him the clear canister containing purply-black liquid. it would have, but it will never be. not since the grapes had grown and was harvested in the field that produces packaged grape juice, not wine. ah, the little subtle twists of fate.

it's sad when i end up contemplating about the fate of little globes of grapes (when there are other, more important things i could contemplate on -- things like justice and hunger and responsibility), but who's to say that the life and death of a bnch of grapes is less important in the whole scheme of things?

i should stop there.

anywho. the grape juice is actually pretty good.

02.
i wondered where the music came from.

at first i thought bed of roses was just an earworm playing in my head; but then i realized that i was hearing it from the outside, not inside my head. and then i thought maybe it was coming from one of the cars near the motorbike i was riding, but we're passed a couple of cars already and the song persisted like a bad case of foot odor. damn you, bon jovi, where are you coming from?

it was coming from the motorcycle itself.

the driver had this on board player installed and it was blaring bon jovi. considering that when one rides a motorcycle, one usually hears the sound of rushing wind which could wipe out most background noise, me hearing the song clearly meant it must be playing pretty loud. and when we passed next to a delivery truck that reflected the sound back to us, i realized just how loud the song was playing.

so imagine a motorbike cruising along mckinley road with bed of roses blaring from its speakers. you're probably hearing the song in your head right now. good. i will share my suffering.

when we reached ayala, the song had ended and was replaced by elton john's skyline pigeon. now, elton john is cool, especially during the 70s -- and i am willing to believe that it was another elton john who wrote the lion king soundtrack -- but i'm more a fan of goodbye yellow brick road, really. skyline is too much of a beer house song for me.

oh my dog, the motorbike driver liked beer house music.

if i was 10 years younger, i'd've died if anyone saw me riding a motorbike blaring skyline pigeon. now, the idea just amuses me. i guess it's a sign of growing older: one realizes that life is really just a long-running sitcom that never quite reaches the punchline.

03.
this will not be cross-posted in livejournal as my way of joining the 24-hour LJ strike.