Emo Post
Song of the day : Coming Home by John Legend (he's the man)
Sunday morning rain is fallin.. and here I am wide awake at 10 (HAH IM EARLY!), hair still smelling fresh from last night's late night bath and still naked in bed blogging from mami's convenient little portable pc. Notebook, you call it. Still feeling a little sniffly and chapped from morning sinuses and the dryness from the air-cond. Been pressuring papi for a humidifier but he be thinkin its unecessary.
Been lying in bed for a while now, contemplating the possibilities of what the future has in store of me, thinking about the past and what could've been if I had handled things differently. With brown eyes playing again and again on my stereo, I slowly savored the joy I had for such a short period of time and finally felt grateful that it had happened at all. Then the heartbreak that followed after, the period that matured me and made me who I am today (cynical and difficult hahaha). While inevitable changes pop up constantly in my life now, friends changing, some leaving, heavier responsibilities that give me no choice but to make tweaks in my routines and character, my body giving in to bad and unhealthy habits (cellulite and A BELLY. Lack of exercise and too much lazing around), I realize that I don't want to change and I don't want to grow up. I know which part of me needs growing up.. but if it still hasn't, I know its all a matter of choice. The parts of me that still want to remain 10 and some of me that has been given no choice but to mature up to the point of what seems to be beyond my age. Then again its a phase everyone needs to go through so I should just take it as it comes. Even if it hits me in the face and breaks my nose.
Now I'm able to look back, laugh and smile about how stupid I was and not regret anymore.
I'm off for a bath and a cuddle from Buddy (who just had the most ridiculous looking haircut that papi gave him yesterday and calls a punk rocker mohawk), who's anxiously waiting outside my door, he has psychic senses that tells him when I wake up in the morning.
Now thats what I call a nice Sunday morning.
Sunday morning rain is fallin.. and here I am wide awake at 10 (HAH IM EARLY!), hair still smelling fresh from last night's late night bath and still naked in bed blogging from mami's convenient little portable pc. Notebook, you call it. Still feeling a little sniffly and chapped from morning sinuses and the dryness from the air-cond. Been pressuring papi for a humidifier but he be thinkin its unecessary.
Been lying in bed for a while now, contemplating the possibilities of what the future has in store of me, thinking about the past and what could've been if I had handled things differently. With brown eyes playing again and again on my stereo, I slowly savored the joy I had for such a short period of time and finally felt grateful that it had happened at all. Then the heartbreak that followed after, the period that matured me and made me who I am today (cynical and difficult hahaha). While inevitable changes pop up constantly in my life now, friends changing, some leaving, heavier responsibilities that give me no choice but to make tweaks in my routines and character, my body giving in to bad and unhealthy habits (cellulite and A BELLY. Lack of exercise and too much lazing around), I realize that I don't want to change and I don't want to grow up. I know which part of me needs growing up.. but if it still hasn't, I know its all a matter of choice. The parts of me that still want to remain 10 and some of me that has been given no choice but to mature up to the point of what seems to be beyond my age. Then again its a phase everyone needs to go through so I should just take it as it comes. Even if it hits me in the face and breaks my nose.
Now I'm able to look back, laugh and smile about how stupid I was and not regret anymore.
I'm off for a bath and a cuddle from Buddy (who just had the most ridiculous looking haircut that papi gave him yesterday and calls a punk rocker mohawk), who's anxiously waiting outside my door, he has psychic senses that tells him when I wake up in the morning.
Now thats what I call a nice Sunday morning.
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