My friend, Pidol, gave me a visit just now. He was on the right timing since I just finished my relaxing lavender bath.

Anyway, we went to the Peaceful Street again. We talked and ranted about each other's issues. He told me about his new turning point in life; I told him about my depression slowly leaving my system.

We usually have that -- heart to heart conversations. We usually talk about the new things we try every single day, and try what the other person did the next day. We always ask each other about our lives, how we cope up to the boredom, how we manage to cure the swollen parts of ourselves without killing time.

Before he went home, we exchanged mixtapes, cassette tapes and books. We've agreed to pick a random address from the telephone directory and write to a stranger. We will write and spill our rants to a total stranger, and put an anonymous return address.

Also, tomorrow, we agreed to go on a walk trip from Central Avenue to Cubao X. It would be nice to go on a long walk, rain or shine, and watch the people move along with the universe.

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