Forgiving
pensive
Never just a single glance
I believe I am reaching the point where I just have to choose either to jump off the cliff and swim or the plane.
Both exhilarating, both free falling, both ridden with fear.
Inhale deep. One of these days I’ll just fling my body to the wind.
<3
Monsoon survivor!
I have been meaning to blog about my emotional instability (chos) but the past days I’ve only been stuck in water. Literally.
It’s storm season again in the Philippines, and this has to be the worst flooding our home has ever experienced. Actually, this is just knee deep. Some time within the day, it even reached up to my thighs.
I wonder though if it was the rain or the width of my legs that made the water rise. Eureka! Hahaha.
This is our first regular day for the week, the first day we’re actually experiencing power. Since Monday till about 4 hours ago, we’ve been living in black and white, and I’ve had much to ponder, not to mention finished four books in a row. I’m waiting for the jubilant feeling to die down a bit (LIGHT! THERE’S LIGHT!) just so I can be in the right state of mind to share with you my insights.
Not that you’re eager to hear me moping, but you get what I mean.
The books that I finished in the 80 hour non-powered days were:
- An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
- Paper Towns by John Green
- The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
- South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami
It’s like I saved the best for last.
For now, please continue praying for the ones who are yet to regain power and are still flooded here in the Philippines. I can tell this is the first of many, so vigilance is key.
But then again there’s nothing unusual here. After all, the Filipino spirit is unsinkable.
Chos.
November, come soon
I know Catching Fire is just about to show in November (and I’m friggin’ excited for it) but I cannot help feeling eager for the conclusion.
Though it has repeatedly been compared to a Japanese flick/comic, Hunger Games brings a certain level of sensitivity in a post-modern era story quite similar to the times we’re living now.
In some spaces, the land where their houses are built upon is the burial ground of their ancestors. We are all survivors of war, and I can only imagine the difficulty of getting back up after such a destruction.
Hope. And I believe this explains hope the best.
It’s been raining nonstop today, and I would like to think that the skies are crying because I can’t.
Oh, what beautiful release.
Have a great week ahead, everyone. <3
To be free
Maybe I should stop being afraid of what letting go will do to me. And there’s no better way to find that out than actually doing it.
Clarity, please come to me.
the salt of your skin 