for two consecutive weekends, my plans of visiting the zoo have been suspended.
first, because no one wants to come with me; second, because i always tend to oversleep on weekends. my father and my sister claim that the zoo is boring, that every other zoo in the world is generally the same. i disagree. various zoos offer different experiences. for some reason i know that living creatures in the zoo have always a new story to tell.
there will always be something new about the lion’s roar, and the tiger’s growl. there will always be a new trick for the monkeys to show. there will always be a new breed of creature, or species of plants or animals that will share its story.
it was years ago since i last set foot on a zoo. the last zoo i’ve seen was malabon zoo in the philippines, and there i saw hungry, lonely and gloomy animals perfect for an emo flick with an all-animal cast.
i wish someone would want to go with me to the zoo.
i wonder what difference will it make to marry the daughter of a hardcore gambling lord in the philippines. “the girl is pretty, at your age, and she is rich”, says my father.
you should have met her.
i am swimming in thoughts and daydreams at the bath tub when my father called my phone. i know he will most probably ask me to befriend this girl to establish a romantic connection with her, so i ignored the call and continue bathing myself with the weekend’s daydreams.