me, myself and i
I love amusement parks! Even as a lil kid, I was always at the “peryahan” during the city fiestas, betting my meager coins on roulettes, dice, bingo, and the likes. I love circuses too. I even considered working in a circus before and a friend of mine exclaimed: “What? And be the bearded lady?!” See… I love the stage even if I am just in the background. A performance makes my adrenalin pump like crazy – similar to the euphoria felt by a person in love.
memories. raindrops. sunset. photographs.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
narcissistic biatch and proud of it!
The streaks of light through my Venetian blinds woke me up from a sound sleep. I stretched my half-awake body for an eternity and wiped the cobwebs from my eyes. My first impulse was to sit in front of my laptop but I brushed the thought aside and asked myself what I really wanted to do this morning.
As if on cue, I languidly arose from the bed and tiptoed towards the kitchen. I can feel the coldness of the kitchen floor under my bare feet and remembered how my mornings used to start like this once upon a time back home in the Philippines. I eagerly made me a cup of coffee and went to the veranda. If it were not for the warmth of the coffee cupped in my hands, I would have been shaking uncontrollably when the morning breeze embraced me sharply.
I am a morning person. Usually gets up at 5am and starts my day checking emails with a cup of coffee. This morning, I wanted to write something but I really don’t know what to blog about. All I know is – I NEED TO WRITE. So, I figured that I will just jot down anything that comes to mind and I won’t even think so much on typo errors, grammar and spelling. Give me a break! This girl needs to let go… ahora mismo!
I want to cry. Yes, that is exactly what I wanna do now. Why? I don’t know! Don’t get me wrong – things couldn’t be better in my life now. Last night, I wasn’t feeling all too well so I went to bed early while listening to the radio. Mushy me tuned in to 96.3, that Light Rock station but instead of the usual love songs, they were playing old dance music from the 70s and 80s. Those old rhythm usually lift my spirits but last night, it had the opposite effect. A wave of nostalgic emotions took over and every beat was like a vise-grip squeezing my heart. So I changed the station only to collide head on with this haunting song… “and when hope was out of sight on that starry, starry night… you took your life as lovers often do…” Dang it!
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