the day alone
i. revisiting old fears
the blank sheet of paper still intimidates me, but i am more prepared to face it now. i occupy it with words which may not be anything of value, but at this point, "any progress is good progress" (tinio, 2008).
ii. the comfort of strangers
after lunch in jollibee i ordered the new Dulce de Leche Frap from Starbucks in Harbour Square. Dulce de Leche Frap is love. I have seated myself facing the sun in order to catch the sunset as soon as it begins.
a man came, asked to bum a cigarette from me. "sure," i said. i thought he'd go away, but he sat on my table and i was forced to close my notebook.
we talked about a lot of things. when he found out that i graduated with a degree in psychology, one of the first words out of his mouth was "i have ADHD," and i found myself jumping from ice floe to ice floe in his stream of consciousness.
he left almost two hours from then. if what he said was true, he would have forgotten me almost as soon as he left harbour square's vicinity. i, on the other hand, am immortalizing him on this blog entry.
i am fascinated by strangers who have the courage to just walk up to a woman sitting alone with all of her armor (i.e. book, music player plugged to my ears, cigarette, my own drink - clear indications that I Should Not Be Disturbed) and just talk.
iii. the bay holds a grudge
i was not given a beautiful sunset. just as 5:00 pm drew near, clouds enveloped the skies.
i concluded that the bay must be upset because i haven't visited it (and made a wish on it) for so long.
i'm not neglecting you, love.
iv. once again
i am reminded of how small and insignificant i am. this can be both a good thing and a bad thing.
v. a summary of the day:
senti songs from grade school and high school days is love. (think Az Yet, Joyce Enriquez, Mariah Carey, Boyz II Men, etc.)
Dulce de Leche Frap is love.
Passion Hot Tea is love.
Baywalk is love.
a lovely day? far from it, actually. but it's good. at least i made progress.
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vi. quoting myself is a narcissistic but gratifying act
i should learn to love without leaning, falling, crushing (henson, 2008).
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