I’m in the upside of the resolutely-floating-aimlessly-phase of my life. Only this time, I don’t feel lost and I don’t feel that I’ve gone astray. I’m smooth sailing. Smooth sailing while resolutely floating aimlessly, with tides and waves taking me to cloud nines and earth’s nirvanas.
A few minutes ago I was just having my serving of the early evening’s after glow, watching the sky’s golden gleams turn dark. From my 41st floor cave, I saw the sun’s fading glimmer cover half the sky with gold, red, violet and blue on one side, and darkness on the other. And I can see a mountain in between, like Olympus hanging there in the heavens.
And then one million light bulbs beginning to light up the city.
This afternoon, boss gave me a figure for my salary increase and annual bonus. My salary’s going to be more decent and I could use the bonus money for another trip. And considering how I don’t take any crap from anyone in this job, this job gives me not the tiniest bit of stress that I can’t manage, I’m grateful they’re giving me more money.
Tomorrow, I will be flying to Boracay Island with D., and a number of our closest friends. I’m no longer alone in my return to an island where I found so much of my happiness. Mathematically, I’ll be twice as happy. I’ve been too proud in telling myself that it’s my Birthday gift to D.
I remember how thrilled I was about giving D. this priceless gift. It’s a Bridgette Jones Edge of Reason original movie poster displayed in the glass walls of National Bookstore. I asked how much they would sell the poster. I had to charm (or plead, more appropriately) my way into it and ask the National Bookstore Customer Service officer to give it to me for free. For more sappiness, I brought her a bouquet of flowers on the day of her birthday. She prepared salad and we had dinner at her house. We had separate a dinner and a drink with her friends, at the Oyster Boy in Greenhills, on the weekend before her birthday. We’re out a lot and it just reinforces the joy you already have.
Three weeks from now, I will have an exam in La Salle for my MA Philosophy application. Visiting the University again and the prospect of studying again, made me feel like I’ll be doing what I want and I’m taking control of my life. It wouldn’t be the coven of complacency that is College, but studying Philosophy will somehow make me feel like myself again. I even reviewed a little.
Three weeks ago, I had a short story idea. There was one night this February when my stomach kept churning and I couldn’t sleep. It was my subconscious creating this physical manifestation, telling me I had to write. Until my hand did what it had long itched to do. Again, it’s no award winner, but I was able to write fiction again. My fiction.
Tonight, and in the coming nights, I think I’ll just have some more of this. Some more dreaming, some more living, some more aimless floating.
A few minutes ago I was just having my serving of the early evening’s after glow, watching the sky’s golden gleams turn dark. From my 41st floor cave, I saw the sun’s fading glimmer cover half the sky with gold, red, violet and blue on one side, and darkness on the other. And I can see a mountain in between, like Olympus hanging there in the heavens.
And then one million light bulbs beginning to light up the city.
This afternoon, boss gave me a figure for my salary increase and annual bonus. My salary’s going to be more decent and I could use the bonus money for another trip. And considering how I don’t take any crap from anyone in this job, this job gives me not the tiniest bit of stress that I can’t manage, I’m grateful they’re giving me more money.
Tomorrow, I will be flying to Boracay Island with D., and a number of our closest friends. I’m no longer alone in my return to an island where I found so much of my happiness. Mathematically, I’ll be twice as happy. I’ve been too proud in telling myself that it’s my Birthday gift to D.
I remember how thrilled I was about giving D. this priceless gift. It’s a Bridgette Jones Edge of Reason original movie poster displayed in the glass walls of National Bookstore. I asked how much they would sell the poster. I had to charm (or plead, more appropriately) my way into it and ask the National Bookstore Customer Service officer to give it to me for free. For more sappiness, I brought her a bouquet of flowers on the day of her birthday. She prepared salad and we had dinner at her house. We had separate a dinner and a drink with her friends, at the Oyster Boy in Greenhills, on the weekend before her birthday. We’re out a lot and it just reinforces the joy you already have.
Three weeks from now, I will have an exam in La Salle for my MA Philosophy application. Visiting the University again and the prospect of studying again, made me feel like I’ll be doing what I want and I’m taking control of my life. It wouldn’t be the coven of complacency that is College, but studying Philosophy will somehow make me feel like myself again. I even reviewed a little.
Three weeks ago, I had a short story idea. There was one night this February when my stomach kept churning and I couldn’t sleep. It was my subconscious creating this physical manifestation, telling me I had to write. Until my hand did what it had long itched to do. Again, it’s no award winner, but I was able to write fiction again. My fiction.
Tonight, and in the coming nights, I think I’ll just have some more of this. Some more dreaming, some more living, some more aimless floating.
