I had a bad August. Which is my way of completely ignoring the delectable things I had, because they'd somehow fallen to the ease of habit.
The life thus went: late night meals at Sinangag Express with my brother, online chats with K, watching entire seasons of Heroes, The Office and Arrested Development, shopping, saving, keeping secrets and sharing them.
I began dancing again and did it almost every day, almost like I'm doing another routine at the gym.
The things listed above were things I was imagining years ago: a laid-back lifestyle that can be open to spontaneity—intimate friendships, big ambitions, complex puzzles, modest pleasures, intimate puzzles, complex friendships, modest ambitions.
I want to acknowledge this blog's existence for the past four years. This serves me: pleasure, puzzle and friend.
"We can never find ten people in one person." Makes sense as we can never be our many selves to only one person.
This is at least one place where I can squeeze as many mes as I can, like my public closet.
08 September 2007
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