09 September, 2006

Confined in miseries of anguished paradise


I am confined. Confined from paradise.
Think: You have been walking for hours, in drastic need of soothing liquids, and walla, you have found clean, purified water. The only obstacle is, it's behind bars.

Ouch.

I need thirst quencher....

But whatever. let's concentrate on something else.

ok.
Where I am residing.
Summer house.
Alameda.



It's pretty clean; most of the apartments are currently in process of remodeling. That apartment is still in constrution.

I do admit I like this place a lot more then the bustling city of Oakland. Yes, it's super convenient, especially when mom panics for the loss of 2 tablespoons of salt and forces my brother or I to run down to Oakland Supermarket for them. Usually happens around 6:15pm. I doubt it will happen again; It takes at least 30 mins to walk across the dingy Webster tube.


No. that's still not where i'm residing. getting close. =]

Alameda is more like a suburb in comparsion with Oakland; a town compared to SF.

"New York has everything Alameda doesn't." A classmate announced indignantly yesterday. I suppose so. I can't say if that's for better or worse; I'll just let it flow.

Flow until the end of the universe.

Of all Summer House have and have nots, What this place needs are adequate mailboxes.





Those mailboxes are terrible.

1) Hard to open.

2) The key jams everytime it is inserted.

3) I waste at least 15 minutes of my life kicking, jamming, twisting, pulling, and of course, cursing in agony of how dysfunctional boxes can inflict so much mental and physical pain.

And it's not only me that's suffering from Mailbox trauma.

I must say it's a perfect thumb & index finger exersise. Both hands used.

Blah, it's just a mailbox.

A stupid mailbox that we suffer the same twisted finger fate everyday. (Except Sunday of course=])

What can be better then this:

Coming home after a long tiring school day, A.K.A Torturesville?

jes