one potatoe two potatoe three potatoe four.
five potatoe six potatoe seven potatoe more.

its spreading. this feeling of not so goodness. the malice. the anger. the rage. the despair. the hate. the sorrow. the frustration. the emptiness. the , well I'm guessing you get the idea.

I am calm and full of piece, as pri often says. and I figure it'll happen soon. luckily there are some people I know who are always calm and full of piece. my Zen role models, who really never seem anything but laid back and happy.

that's what I want to be when I grow up. odd considering the master is younger.

blog entries are no fun without a story, so here goes:


I got on the tube headed south from Swiss cottage to north Greenwich, with two friends, one guy one girl, after dinner and drinks. Like any group of happy young people, we spent the time dissecting the people around us. At some point I remember the guy saying how unfortunate it was that there were no attractive women about. The girl looked at us with 'one of those looks' but we pretended not to notice. They got off at baker street to switch lines. At the next stop she got on. I didn’t notice her at first , but suddenly in the midst's of switching songs on my ipod I looked up. Just as she looked up in the midst of switching songs on her ipod. We smiled. Songs went on. Stops went on. Smiles went on. The kind of smiles when two people aren't looking at each other but are smiling at one another. All this with our respective ipods ensuring not a word is spoken. Finally my stop arrived, I walked pas her to head out the doors. But then, just as they slid shut, I swung in and pecked her on the cheek. " gnight ".

I smiled all the way home. I'm pretty sure I saw her smiling too.  ¶ 1/19/2007 03:21:00 PM