As I am writing this blog, you should know that I am in a trance of Sam Smith's "Too Good at Goodbyes" and I have my new favorite coffee with me. Hence, anything written in this post could be in the midst of a heightened anger or a surge of overwhelming feeling.
But all the niceties aside, my point of writing is that I feel open and exposed. Lately, I have been learning the art of smiling and laughing out loud. Laughing at small things. Smiling at stupid situations and even at my own mistakes. Although for a person who has always been composed and my emotions bottled up, this is quite liberating.
Freely letting people in, in my life is a big leap of faith. I hate having too many human beings inside my small territory. I hate having people know my likes and dislikes because by then, I might have made an emotional investment and even creating connections with strangers. This is a part of growing up. Inevitable even. But I hate this transition period.
Every day, we are bombarded with stress. From our daily activities up to our own thoughts-- we can become so restless throughout the day. Today, in particular, is very disappointing for me. I was not in the mood for anything. I was not in the mood to wear my mask on and pretend to be that cheerful being who is carefree and happy.
Ever since I turned 23, I made this pact with myself to not care about the world anymore. I just do not care whether people like me or they hate me. And the last thing I would want to happen to me is to let this negativity run my day.
If there are some things that I would not spend more than five minutes on it, these would be:
1. My Current Mood
My moods are dictated by the tide. In the morning, I can be as hyper as I can or I can just be as emotionless as a stone. Whatever mood I am in, it usually lasts the whole day. I realize this is not a healthy habit at all.
If you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, find a way to switch the mood. It is not healthy f…
So the best friend and I had an impulsive spending on concert tickets. It was on March 5, 2017, that she actually messaged me telling to watch the Air Supply concert with her on Tuesday that same week. I was telling her that we should watch the concert but at the back of my mind, I was thinking about my savings. The tickets cost a fortune (considering us being nillionaires) and so it was quite a risk to spend thousand/s of peso for a two-hour show. Nevertheless, she prompted me on a peculiar way of thinking saying: THIS CONCERT IS ONCE IN A LIFETIME. WE HAVE TO WATCH IT BEFORE THE DUO GETS TOO OLD TO SING FOR A CROWD. And yes, the lame excuse made me say YES.
We had the tickets and we lined up for the show. We drank two cups of coffee before the show and we fangirled during and after the concert. We had videos in almost all their songs and we were singing the whole night through. But let me highlight some important parts of the show: the Opening number, the closing song and their tim…