Random thinking

For the past few months, people have been coming to me about their problems. Love, life, friends, family, religion...etc. It freaks me out sometimes that I get to see people in a state most people don't see em in. I dunno why, but then again it beats talking myself to sleep. And hey, it might come in handy to have some leverage in the future to blackmail somebody.

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I cannot type anything coherent over a span of ten minutes. bummer. And I hate hate hate my penmanship these days. And my drawing strokes change from day to day. What the heck is wrong with me? What am I to do? Could it be a battle of my personalities? Well they better get it over with soon coz I ain't gonna get any work done at this rate. sigh.

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I remember as a kid, I'd write songs and sing 'em to my family...but it's weird coz they don't remember that I did that. I remember they laughed coz I liked to use the word baby (as in sweet sexy baby kinda context:P) I also used to mix up different "chemicals" in my house to create some secret superhero serum. I'd put it in the ref or under the sun for a few hours then drink a sip of it or something...well...that would explain a lot of why I am the way I am today.

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It was weird, but once my mom gave me a copy of an article before that told the difference between bad girls and good girls(I was about 11 then). It was a loooong list, but all I remember now was, "Good girls take something off when things get hot, bad girls take something off to get things hot." Bad girls! Bad girls! ;p haha

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I remember the orange street lamp, the dampness of the the air and my hands in my jacket... though it wasn't really that cold. Not the weather anyway. And the only sound on the way home were my footsteps. It was that night i told her goodbye.

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If there was any real freedom in the world...
I would be riding a monster motorcycle (a Harley or Ducati) across freeways and open roads. Actually, I'd take that baby everywhere:) I'd have an earring(or is it called an ear piercing?) . Doesn't matter which side. You can go anywhere, eat anywhere, be anywhere without people bothering you with the question "ba't mag-isa ka lang?" I'd dance, dance, dance. I'd sing in the shower. Oh wait...I already do that. Hmmm...then maybe I'd just sing louder in the shower, haha. I'd tell her she was beautiful straight to her face (or maybe it's not an issue of freedom but guts). Life would have a "mute" button.

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I'm happy that the "lovers" are together again. The "lovers" being the 2 white trees in front of the FC. In the last super typhoon that came along, it brought down one of 'em, but in spite of that, the tree did not die, like it refused to leave behind it's partner. Finally, I think a few people saw the plight of the "lovers" and they propped the fallen one back with some wooden supports to keep it standing till it was strong enough. And it did grow strong again, and they are together again...and will seemingly always be so.

I am happy too that I have found friends that do not laugh or say I'm weird (although I don't take it against the people who do) when I talk about some weird perception of the things around me like that. It's a nice thing when there are things that you can share, even if it is just weirdness.

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"None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free."-Goethe