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Day One in Da street, Sleeping.

"We live downtown, just a few minutes to the business center, five minutes walk to the shopping centers...." Dude, living downtown, close to the road, that ain't cool, totally not. Last Thursday I spent the nite at Ellie's, on the third floor.

"Good nite," she said. We talked alot that nite, went to buy fried rice at 12.30 in the morning, and have been online almost 24 hours.

She laid on her side, faced the wall to the kicthen and put her back on me, while I laid flat, lost at the thought that I should work the next morning, eyes fixed at the concrete ceiling, tired yet didnt feel like calling it a day.

"Should we leave the light on?" She asked me, suddenly, "there's light from the kitchen."

"Uhm, sure."

There, in the poorly lit room, all I could hear were my thoughts and the unbearable noise from the road, as if slicing my ears, nonstop. It happened for the rest of the nite. I thought with my eyes closed tight, I did a great job at counting the noisy cars drove by. Was it 373.393? LOL

You'll get used to it, she said later on, in the next morning. She slept well, indeed, a living proof of adjustment to new circumstance.