failed attempts to distraction.
I found myself staring off at church today. I was thinking about my character Thomas. Ways on how to make his life seem fuller. I actually found inspiration while I was wrapped up like a burrito wearing my two tops, a thin sweater, and a thick jacket, in church. My brother was dozing off next to me, when I saw my mom give him a nudge on his shoulder. Well, she actually rested her head on his shoulder. He woke up.
The priest was saying something about the importance of life. He gave examples on different answers that people would give if someone were to ask them, why is your life important. He said people would probably say because: I drive a nice car; I am beautiful; I am a father; I am smart… etc. Then he said no. Life is important because of what Jesus did for us. Well, glad I paid attention to that one!
My mom suggested that I join the choir since they’re looking for members. I fucking miss singing in a choir. I thought about it for a second, but then my brother gave me the “are you stupid” eye and asked me, “Are you serious?” I had to snap out of it. Church here is not the same. Its filled with love, YES. But, it’s definitely not as warm.
Maybe someday I could conduct a kid’s choir. Maybe have an hour of mass every Sunday that’s meant for little children. Maybe we could go for ice cream after (not recommended!) Maybe not in this church… Maybe not in America. Maybe…
I’ve endured several attempts to distract myself today. I even put a dent on the system of ARTS with my ma as we hopped from “The bucket list” to “27 dresses”
Twenty- seven! WHAT THE FUCK!?
This blog is my last one. I’m going to have to force myself to catch some shut eye… eventually.
Animal Planet’s “Wild Kingdom” is on.
I miss my soul mate.
During mass we prayed that the many powers of the many countries come to turn their heads towards the important things in life such as PRESERVING our home, bringing troops home, and terrorism…
… Lord hear our prayers.
not so much insomnia
It is almost 2am and I am starving.
I should be sleeping but instead I’m on my bed as my body and mind forms the worst posture anyone could ever be in, while I type on my lap with my neck tilted to my left side as it rests on the phone on my shoulder… He can’t sleep unless he hears my breath. I hope the “tick tick space” noises don’t bother him.
My fingers did some work today. First on the piano (another weapon of choice) then on the guitar, sadly my lack of playing causes my left finger tips to feel callous; just like a beginner… and now, my keyboard.
I think he’s asleep now… I should hear his breath’s calm and soothing rhythm over the phone soon…
And when I do… My eyes will finally get heavy.
Dwelling the night isn’t so fun when you have to suffer the consequences of “sleepy” in the morning.
He sure is becoming famous on this page. Ahhh… finally! Heavy eyes.
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When I was a young little pea, still tiny as now, I fell in love with the concept of being able to paint a picture using words. Being privileged enough to have an education, my temporary mentors with permanent lessons, showed me how colorful words can be.
Little Green Pea That’s me!
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Three nights it lasted. Three nights, I allowed it to linger; the taste of sweet.
I’ve found my soulmate. That’s what I believe. No one else in this world could fill moments the way he does. Like a cherry on top of my dessert drowning in hot syrupy fudge. Regardless if I like the flavor or not, having that single being around turns these moments into memories of amazing experiences. My eyes like stars twinkle at the thought.
In a world where
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Cup of noodles was up to par with steak and a seafood platter, a hundred dollar meal for two that could buy a stranger dinner
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Therapeutic showers are interrupted because someone else is there to rinse of excess conditioner off of my hair
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I could spend a whole month celebrating 2 birthdays and an anniversary
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Nights turn out sleepless because of that itch to make the best of it…
I am home.
I am home and I’ve been home.
I’m longing for the years to come when this metaphor of home can finally be taken literally =)
Save Tonight
I had an extremely relaxing day today.
Spent the afternoon with the best female counterpart anyone could ask for. In this country, she’s the person who’s known me the longest. She’s no childhood friend but the thought of having someone who knows me from the time I was growing then, till this contemporary, temporary growth, grounds me.
Planet in Peril. There are so many inspirational people out there who do genuinely good things. Just as there are so many HUMAN BEINGS with corrupt minds, that will do anything, no matter how cowardly, just to stop what is right. Weak tainted spirits.
Save tonight. He doesn’t know this but Eagle Eye Cherry’s “Save Tonight” as a lullaby for my potential niece-in-law melts my heart.
I’m feeling the strength that I’ve been praying for.
Reclusive world wide web writing
Ah! The beginning of a new year calls for a fresh start with the bloging world. No more “About Me’s” or “Interests” strictly writing and reading. Reading for inspiration, and writing strictly for passion. No stalkers. No lines between reality and imaginary. I am here to revel at the concept in which a mish mosh of truth, and fiction can flow freely out of my mind only to undergo the metamorphosis of a “bullet proof” idea.
What does it become? (rhetorical)
It becomes one piece of the puzzle, one flap of a butterfly’s wings, or one domino.
Ah! Yes! I know no one. No one knows me.
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