butterfly kisses

Thank you, Jim Davis.

Hmm...I have always known I exhibit both Pisces and Aries characteristics, being born on the days when the two signs "meet." Oh well...

For the first time in about a week, I was able to get out from work early. Headed to SM with some officemates. Nothing in mind really. Just chill.

Ended up buying a Swing Out Sister cd with some 85 songs.

Now, I am sitting back and enjoying Corinne Drewery's one-of-a-kind, ultra-smooth voice.

how long
must I go on fooling myself?
in a world of make-believe
precious words
are all that I have left to prove
that I've nothing more left to lose

- from Precious Words

What a way to spend a Friday. Indeed, the best things in life are free.

Got me a new toy!
Now it's time to play ...
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It's been a long while, it seems, since I last had the urge to put into words what I have swirling in my mind. But now that the chance is here...I can't find the right expression, the idioms, the words that a few hours ago were brimming in my head; I now have absolutely no urge to pen.

These are the times that I don't really like, but I can't help. It's like forcing myself to do something that seems so trivial yet so important and fulfilling - for me, at least.

Oh well. This is one of those moments.

It'll pass.

Just like the urge to write.

Dawn. In deep slumber. Or so I thought. In between that glorious state of deep sleep and wakeful slumber, I woke up sobbing. My dream seemed so real. I felt my own pain. My own despair. At what? I don't remember. But I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, as I lay supine in my bed. I blinked but I could not remember what triggered that reverberating feeling of such utter desolation.

The subconscious trying to tell me something? Again....what?! What awoke me from such peaceful sleep into a sobbing fit?

Ah, dreams. I will never know what they mean. My own dreams. A mystery. Leaving me befuddled one moment, amused the next. But always, always in a fog as to the details.

In dreams, I still feel. Cool.

Back at work after four languorous days of dvd marathon, sleeping early (dawn), waking up late (noon), eating whenever the mood struck (and eating anything in site that caught my fancy), feebly attempting some semblance of room spring-cleaning, and enjoying prolonging to finish Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Days of Solitude.

The (book's) characters actually crept up on me. Where initially I stayed away from reading whole chapters at one sitting to avoid getting bored, I found that as I passed page 75, I was already looking forward to reading each word, savoring the images conjured by the writer, feeling with the characters: their hopes, dreams, anguish, unrequited love, eccentricities, compassion, belief, confusion, passion for life and all it has to offer.

Gone was my initial resentment and total disappointment at having to miss going to Baguio for the Thanksgiving weekend. I had a lot of fun with Mai, Chicki, Claire with little Chelsea, Ansel and Judee Lou. The shopping at MEPZ trade fair was fun, and so was the experience at Kartzone. Not as much fun as I was expecting because the go-karts weren't in top condition, but hey, I always maintain that it's the company that counts. The dinner and long chat at the place aptly called Bungtud was a first. And in many ways it was as enjoyable as it was hilarious.

Never again will I let plans gone awry dampen my weekend spirit. I shall always look forward to each and every day. Even long weekends and holidays spent where the heart is.

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