It's raining tonight. It's pouring on epic proportions. Roomie L is watching A Beautiful Mind (2001) for what she claims is not the first time, and I am procrastinating on a Project Proposal for Operation Extroversion. I have just confirmed that my mother's plane has made touchdown with Philippine soil an hour ++ ago. I can sleep well now.
Except, yeah. The Project Proposal I am in the midst of procrastinating.
It's because of heavy weather such as this, the type that makes house lights on ground zero flicker in agitation, that I hate flying. When I was younger, and I actually had anyone deemed worthy of being the youthful love interest of my juvenile drama, I liked cloud watching. The two of us would sit on the second-floor balcony of the house, then in the middle of renovation, and argue whether that cloud over there was a whale or a clown. But then, of course, the issue of the neighbors being able to see us from their windows across the street made the whole cloud-gazing hobby stop.
I have long since come to hate clouds. One of the many perspectives that change, as one grows more jaded.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Spring Cleaning
Being unabashedly Filipino, I never really did understand what Spring Cleaning was about. But here I am, attempting to rehash the blog I've been keeping for almost three years because I realized I have to present a certain image to the public. Or at the least, I can't afford to put my private life up on display.
So I've resolved to talk about more interesting things, more normal things, like architecture, and photography, and what the President has finally decided to do with his senatorial lineup for the upcoming elections. Still, I can't seem to erase all those blog entries I've relegated to the 'drafts folder', that singular corner of this, my personal section in the virtual world, for no reason other than sentimentality.
Does that make me weak, or foolish? But it matters not, I suppose. I have been deemed weak and foolish far too many times for the words to sting well.
Chos. A toast to my Spring Cleaning.
So I've resolved to talk about more interesting things, more normal things, like architecture, and photography, and what the President has finally decided to do with his senatorial lineup for the upcoming elections. Still, I can't seem to erase all those blog entries I've relegated to the 'drafts folder', that singular corner of this, my personal section in the virtual world, for no reason other than sentimentality.
Does that make me weak, or foolish? But it matters not, I suppose. I have been deemed weak and foolish far too many times for the words to sting well.
Chos. A toast to my Spring Cleaning.
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