For several days now, I have been meaning to write an entry just because
this week, I had two whole nights of having the bedroom all to myself (I share
it with a cousin who had gone to a soiree) and that’s a good time to write,
right? A calm evening, well-kept room, generous signal from a neighbor’s wi-fi,
a laptop and that rare moment of just being with myself. I just need to nail
a topic. I made two several attempts
only to delete the entries halfway through. The mood is consistently un-witty,
whiny, frustrated, impatient and clueless. And in both attempts, the entries
started with a lame introduction - It’s one
of those days…
I made a promise to keep this blog as sunshiny as possible because I
owe it to the Universe to be so. That’s why I always write down that I am hot
(even if it’s only 50% true – Lord, the truth DOES hurt!!) because it makes me
feel good and I am claiming all the available hotness found in the Universe
menu. That’s why I always write about my dream of having a pink and grey house
because it makes me happy – dreams keep us going and again, I am claiming
ownership of this dream. That’s why I keep a happy list – it’s an effective
pick-me-upper. That’s why I exert all effort to be funny – even if I already
appear corny, uncool and lame.
Today, I try to write again, only that the conditions aren’t helpful.
My cousin is just several inches from me, attempting to make a conversation by
asking questions, which thank God, are answerable by yes, no, a frown and a
grunt – someone has to teach her how to read body language or read in between
the lines. Our room is a mess - bags, books, CDs on the floor and the sorry
state of rumpled sheets. It’s raining and dark outside, so it does not really
help with cheering my masungit state
ofmind. Didn’t I just wish for this kind
of day yesterday? I wished for a rainy
Saturday so I’ll have a good excuse to just stay on my bed, watch movies or
finish a book. Didn’t I just do that? Stayed in my bed, watched Mulan (Parts 1
and2) and finished Nick Hornby’s “A Long Way Down”? Still my mood remains consistent as how it
was stated in the first paragraph: un-witty, whiny, frustrated, impatient and
clueless.
Also, I have nothing to write. I have a scarce supply of stories worth
sharing or even stories not worth sharing but still ought to be written for the
sake of having something to write. I can write about how I have gone numb on
the sorry state of MRT commuting but I remembered having written a great deal
about my MRT frustration several weeks ago – and who finds reading (and
writing) about third world public transport interesting anyway? I can write
about how I am frustrated to be the Super Ate to my siblings, how I want to
inspire them with my life or at least, provide for them. But I am a little bit
sensitive on that issue now so I’ll stop. I can write about my cousin and how I
seriously want to check on her pronunciation (right now, she’s reading a book
out loud, for God’s sake!!), but I am no linguistics expert so I am dropping
it. I can write again about my pink and grey dreams but I won’t dive in it unless
I’m in my inspired mood. I can write about my work but I know there is nothing
to elaborate about it so it’s useless. I like to write about the rain – but what
is there to write about the rain?
It’s one of those days. Really.
Just one of those days.
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