I gave out a couple of mobile phones before but this one is different. Before, I only lose my mobile phones because of skillful stealthy people, tonight, it’s just plain stupidity. Ugh. Can’t my mind just wander around a bit, uncontrolled and carefree, without losing or ruining stuff? Ugh. This sucks balls.
And so we meet again. Oh well, I really can’t say that I’m glad seeing you again because it means there’s no available food anywhere near me. So yeah. Be quick, will ‘ya?
I was home alone and was about to leave for work today when our doorbell rang - It’s our Tito (uncle) Boy from Tarlac and I have no idea why he’s here. It’s not that I don’t like him here, it’s just that I have other plans which are pretty much not going to happen now. Good thing he’s wearing the polo that I gave him last Christmas.
Anyway, Pinoys and Tito Boys. Do you have a Tito Boy? If you’re in a Filipino family, you probably have one. I don’t know, is it just me or is it really a requirement for every Filipino family to have at least one certain Tito Boy? I mean, all the Filipino families I know has one, at times even more than one. How about you?
Have you ever had a conversation so good that you don’t want it to end, or don’t know how to end it? To whom did you have that/those conversation(s) with? It’s an awesome experience. For me, good and healthy conversations are those that are didactic, intellectual, no BS, relatable, confident, selfless, considerate, somehow sensitive but still not too guarded, and not necessarily long but of course, full of wisdom.
It’s 3 in the morning and everything is pretty much back to normal, except me. I don’t think ready to go out again yet. Not that I don’t want to go back to work, don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I love my colleagues. I just, well, want to spend more time alone. Yeah yeah, mock me all you want, I don’t care.
This last week was very interesting. I did spend most of its days in solitude but I still managed to make new friends and at the end of the week, re-acquaint with my very very old friends. I don’t know. For some strange reason, whenever I go online to check my mail, someone from my distant past or someone who knew me from somewhere or through someone will just pop out of my Facebook chat and will ask about how my life went. How I wish I can just redirect them to my blog, tell them to read first, then go back to our conversation and skip pass the catching-up phase and just talk about more important and more up-to-date topics. But because I’m a nice guy (or at least I’m trying to be), I still tell them what happened to me during the last ten years. There are some exceptions because I myself did initiate a conversation with some special people. I think (and I hope) it turned out well.
Quick assessment: I’m still far from being an anti-social. Yay!
Okay. I’m about to go to sleep now and sad as it may sound, vacation is over. “Back to reality” some might say, not for me. For all I know, I never left reality. Not because I did something out of the ordinary means I left reality. Which reminds me of one of the past conversations that I had with a friend, not verbatim though (That is if this person considers me friend) -
Friend: I woke up with a haystack of hair on my head and a smile on my worn-out face. Good morning.
Me: No better way to start the day than a smile. Good morning.
Friend: I was so exhausted from the trip last night but still, I was happy.
Me: I like happiness. It’s contagious.
Friend: We’re going home later this afternoon. I hope to be happy until then.
Me: Why? Is there a reason for that happiness to fade away? Or does it have something like an expiration date? Haha!
Friend: It has an expiration date! Haha. Because by the time I return to my native land. I also have to return to reality.
Me: Let’s try our best to make a happy reality then.
So yeah, I guess that conversation pretty much summarizes what I’m trying to say (Also, I hope this friend of mine doesn’t mind me putting up our conversation online). Have a great day/night everyone.
Seriously. It seemed to me that the last four days were shorter than usual despite the fact that during those days, I only got to sleep for no more than four hours. And now that I only have one day left from this mini-vacation, I think I just want to spend every second of it resting, which is kinda paradoxical because it’s already 1 hour and 24 minutes (and counting) pass 00:00 and I’m still here typing these nonsense and has no plans to turn the computer off anytime soon.
Hmm. What to do? It’s still very early for my neurons to run in full gear, so while I’m sort-of spacing out right now, let me share to you what’s keeping me company for the past 24 hours (okay, just pretend that you are my friends and act as if you’re interested in the things that I’m interested because no real living-thing like that exists):
The Book Thief by Markus Suzak
This book is interesting because the whole story is being narrated by Death himself and is set during the Hitler’s hey days, probably the busiest era for him. I’m still on the early chapters of the book but I must say, I love it already.
Okay. Now you can stop pretending that you’re interested. Thanks for your time.
Ugh. I’m so sleepy now. So sleepy that even if I haven’t really got to write the whole point of this blog entry, every reason I try to think of becomes invalid. Imma continue this tomorrow.
It’s Resurrection Sunday today (or Easter Sunday as the rest of you would say) and our church will be conducting a sunrise service later (6AM) to commemorate this said Biblical event, and that is why, for a change, I slept early yesterday so that I can wake up early today, which I did, obviously. Yay!
I woke up at around 2AM and started doing my devotion. When I was finished, I grabbed the pair of shorts and the shirt nearest to me and walked outside towards KFC (for family breakfast). While I was walking, I noticed how quiet our place is now. Even though there are lots of cars outside, it’s still quiet. Not quiet enough to hear the voices in your head, but almost as quiet as that. No one’s still awake when I returned home. I quickly unpacked the foodies, got my towel and took a bath. And 10 minutes after that, here I am typing.
I don’t know. It seems to me that my brain works better (if not best) during the wee hours. Maybe it’s the silence (oh how I love it) and the accompanying solitude (which I love as well). I can’t be the only one experiencing this, right? I mean, there must be a lot of people out there who enjoy silence and solitude like me, right?
Oh, my mom and dad finally woke up. Time to giddy up. :)