This is something that happens everytime I have a deadline. I want to start a blog, do fabric painting or open a restaurant. These are my distractions/ higher calling. Also, I want to travel to Spain. But my reality right now is I'm sitting in my living room, Manny Pacquiao fighting to redeem himself on TV, me fighting the urge to get up and fix something to eat because that chicken tinola is taking so long to cook. Cooking shows say that chicken cooks fast but we want chicken meat that willingly separates itself from the bone. I have a feeling that my description is not that appealing.
Another distraction is the concept of realities changing. I
think I’m misusing the word realities. I do that. Yesterday I was travelling by
bus. South of Cebu, where I like looking out the window because of the nice
houses, beaches and landscapes. I like travelling by bus on this part of my
island.
While singing to Jason Mraz, I was also remembering some
people I used to travel south with. Jumping on a bus going South before
deciding a destination is always a good idea, btw. Travelling by bus gets me
nostalgic. A lot of good memories.
The thing with memories is that even the good ones do not
always remain pure. Some good days are tainted by bad days that follow them.
Sometimes they are hurt by bad discoveries. I have always tried to catalog
memories. The good. The bad. The ordinary. I succeeded. Although now, I am
different. I want to preserve my memories with everything that they came with.
I feel that it makes them richer. It gives them layers so I don’t only regard
them as mental pictures, I also have them as feelings. I soak in it.
The thing with memories. You can always make a new one. Make
it awesome if not good or pure. The thing with you and I is that we can change
our definition of good.
When I travel by bus I remember. I also have inner
monologues with the words I could have said or should not say. Sometimes, I
just have my earphones on because Mraz is better at saying or not saying how he
feels and someones gotta listen to Lil Wayne with his Lamborghinis, bartendin’ and
strippin’. I run the danger of rapping out loud in public transportation.
Sometimes, I just read. Sybil's life and memories are way more interesting than
mine.
I have finally written down the name of that bed and
breakfast I always wanted to check. It faces the road on one side, the sea on
the other--if I could just find my phone--Padalong Bed and Breakfast.
One of these days when I am prompt with my writing I will
wake up to the sound of buses passing and the call of the sea.
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| Here is a photo I took of the morning tea I enjoyed while in Alegria. As for the bus window scenery, go there to see for yourself. |
