fresh mornings and apple-cinnamon tea

lately, ive been gravitated to mundane things like eating corn bits and brownies as if they were meant to be eaten together like cheeseburger and fries. also, there’s the consistent watching of noontime shows that usually appeal to those people who think that answering totally stupid questions with obvious answers is as entertaining as a high rating box office hollywood movie (i roll my eyes while i say this). and of course i can’t deny the fact that i even look forward to watching what the million-peso question is on that noon time game show hosted by a celebrity with a rich historical family background but we see her tackle shallow issues that beset the business that is showbusiness in our country. unbelievable.

there are a lot of things that i used to do that (after a few months) decided to haunt me. it was abrupt. and suddenly demanding. these are the following:

1. sleep my head off (and consciousness) till thy kingdom come.

2. hang out at the white & blue office until the school guards run us out of the building.

3. be a certified mall rat and nap inside (well-cushioned & air-conditioned) movie theatres because there is practically (God knows none) nothing to do.

4. cry and rant and grieve and go kilig over mindless hollywood teen flicks and cheesy korean melodaramas.

5. watch about the latest tabloid chismis and know who’s with who and who impregnated who and a lot more what who’s!

6. live normally. y’know, waking up at 10 in the morning (not evening) and going to sleep at 11 in the evening (not morning).

so, ive been working my tired and fucked up brain for the past months not allowing myself not one breather. of course ive been contemplating the delicious idea of quitting and looking for a more celebrated day job but the hiring world sucks right now so im stuck in this hell-hole i call work. groan.

but there’s always a silver lining on every dark-hued day. of course instead of doing a monologue on how my life is as colorful as a tissue cardboard box right now, im just gonna stare out on the window and welcome a new day ahead and hope for better things. fresh morning air and a warm cup of apple-cinnamon tea. if only dreams can be a reality in a flick of a finger. but for now, il just dream…rather than hope.

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