Lazy day
"...In a somersault, you never know where you are. It's easy to get lost, easy to think nobody's breaking your fall. Now the summer's gone and until your return. In a somersault, thinking of you, I'll turn..." - Somersault by Courtney Jaye
Sometimes, I find it nice to arrive at the apartment and find out that no one is there. It seems so solitary to think that way, but for me, it gives me a sense of independence that somehow, one way or another, I can already live by myself. But that is only one part of the puzzle. I arrived at the apartment to find that door locked and the place neglected. Using my keys to open the door gave me this satisfactory feeling of having some sort of power. I don't know. I can’t understand it, but it feels good.
I'm making a promise to myself at this moment in time, although the idea has been lingering on my mind ever since, that I would not be cutting any class this week, or on the following weeks for that matter nor would I go out on any gimiks, though may it be a simple movie or go to any mall to just "hang out." Eating out can be overruled since I'm in the comfortable state of eating out. Curse the heavens if I give in to temptation. It would lead to dire consequences if I would succumb to them.
I am not hoping nor am I expecting anything. Really. I mean, seriously, it's the truth.
This weekend was spent lazily. As I've said, I didn't go home because of some unfortunate events that I do not intend on narrating. Saturday was spent with my sister. We planned on seeing Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Just us, quiet bonding time. I was refused to be taken to the mall so gathering my courage, I went out and set for the destination alone. Riding a jeepney, lrt and mrt were tolerable, but the walking kinda freaked me out. Still, I should be used to it right? Being here and all. We met up, bought some food and went in the cinema. We came in the middle since our timing was impeccable. Of course, I'm saying that in a sarcastic way. Feeling very down, low and wallowing in self-pity, I burst into tears during the gap of the previous and next movie. It's that feeling that any small thing can lead your tear glands to work their hardest. After that emotional breakdown, the second time around, I felt very much better but was suddenly feeling very drained. We went around shops again and at the bookstore until it was time for her to leave. I couldn't just yet because the sky also chose that moment to break down so I had to wait before venturing out in the open to ride the mrt and lrt back. However, at the station, I didn't immediately jump on a jeepney. First, I was scared to ride, hearing all the stories about jeepneys being stolen and burglarized and second, it was once again raining. I arrived at the apartment, slightly soaking wet. I was greeted by a smug looking manang and seeing her, I wanted to swipe that expression from her face. It annoys me so to have someone look at you and without even voicing it out, know what they are saying is "I told you so."
Sunday was the best. I stayed at my bed the whole day. Yep, I was being a slugabed, patterning my routine after a certain someone. I was supposed to eat dinner out, but was detained by the power of dreamland, to my extreme annoyance. I went back and waited for manang, who by good fortune, bought some take out. Chicken! Yum. Then, lo and behold, who do I find standing at my doorstep but the very center of my annoyance. Of course, all was forgiven, thanks to my forgiving heart, haha, kidding! But yeah, everything was forgiven and maybe slightly forgotten and we still had dinner, amidst the dramas and distractions. Thanks!!! ^_^
My memory really is failing me. I completely forgot that we had a quiz today in Fil. Phew! At least I remembered some of it. That, by the way, contrasts the idea of my first sentence. Haha! I spent the rest of the afternoon at my lil sis's condo where we said we would study and that is indeed what we did. See? We can keep our word after all!
I thought I was gonna have to write an entry called, "drunkard bastards pt. 2." In the afternoon, they were already starting singing, but this time it was kid who was singing the birthday song over and over again, later on advancing to que sera sera. At night, they were singing MYMP songs but good thing they didn’t continue it. ^_^
Sometimes, I find it nice to arrive at the apartment and find out that no one is there. It seems so solitary to think that way, but for me, it gives me a sense of independence that somehow, one way or another, I can already live by myself. But that is only one part of the puzzle. I arrived at the apartment to find that door locked and the place neglected. Using my keys to open the door gave me this satisfactory feeling of having some sort of power. I don't know. I can’t understand it, but it feels good.
I'm making a promise to myself at this moment in time, although the idea has been lingering on my mind ever since, that I would not be cutting any class this week, or on the following weeks for that matter nor would I go out on any gimiks, though may it be a simple movie or go to any mall to just "hang out." Eating out can be overruled since I'm in the comfortable state of eating out. Curse the heavens if I give in to temptation. It would lead to dire consequences if I would succumb to them.
I am not hoping nor am I expecting anything. Really. I mean, seriously, it's the truth.
This weekend was spent lazily. As I've said, I didn't go home because of some unfortunate events that I do not intend on narrating. Saturday was spent with my sister. We planned on seeing Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Just us, quiet bonding time. I was refused to be taken to the mall so gathering my courage, I went out and set for the destination alone. Riding a jeepney, lrt and mrt were tolerable, but the walking kinda freaked me out. Still, I should be used to it right? Being here and all. We met up, bought some food and went in the cinema. We came in the middle since our timing was impeccable. Of course, I'm saying that in a sarcastic way. Feeling very down, low and wallowing in self-pity, I burst into tears during the gap of the previous and next movie. It's that feeling that any small thing can lead your tear glands to work their hardest. After that emotional breakdown, the second time around, I felt very much better but was suddenly feeling very drained. We went around shops again and at the bookstore until it was time for her to leave. I couldn't just yet because the sky also chose that moment to break down so I had to wait before venturing out in the open to ride the mrt and lrt back. However, at the station, I didn't immediately jump on a jeepney. First, I was scared to ride, hearing all the stories about jeepneys being stolen and burglarized and second, it was once again raining. I arrived at the apartment, slightly soaking wet. I was greeted by a smug looking manang and seeing her, I wanted to swipe that expression from her face. It annoys me so to have someone look at you and without even voicing it out, know what they are saying is "I told you so."
Sunday was the best. I stayed at my bed the whole day. Yep, I was being a slugabed, patterning my routine after a certain someone. I was supposed to eat dinner out, but was detained by the power of dreamland, to my extreme annoyance. I went back and waited for manang, who by good fortune, bought some take out. Chicken! Yum. Then, lo and behold, who do I find standing at my doorstep but the very center of my annoyance. Of course, all was forgiven, thanks to my forgiving heart, haha, kidding! But yeah, everything was forgiven and maybe slightly forgotten and we still had dinner, amidst the dramas and distractions. Thanks!!! ^_^
My memory really is failing me. I completely forgot that we had a quiz today in Fil. Phew! At least I remembered some of it. That, by the way, contrasts the idea of my first sentence. Haha! I spent the rest of the afternoon at my lil sis's condo where we said we would study and that is indeed what we did. See? We can keep our word after all!
I thought I was gonna have to write an entry called, "drunkard bastards pt. 2." In the afternoon, they were already starting singing, but this time it was kid who was singing the birthday song over and over again, later on advancing to que sera sera. At night, they were singing MYMP songs but good thing they didn’t continue it. ^_^
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