hora

morning.

pleased, lively

the habitual motion of life starts rolling

beaming. hopeful. engaging.

afternoon.

scorching, chaotic, struggling

every homo is in haste

every breathe indicates the undertaking he should not waste.

night.

drained. muscle aches yet sated of his worth

glad to pile on some Z’s, slumber in the arms of his mate

peaceful, soothing

lights-out and hopes to sleep for eight.

solo

                    That’s me. I’m not a loner type though, but I enjoy being alone at certain moments in my life.

                    Whenever I’m in a bad mood, I prefer to be alone. I don’t text, make phone calls or go online. I just sulk in one corner of my room and look out of the window, trying to calm my thoughts by watching the clouds. I love that. I love the idea of “me time”. It soothes me. It makes me see the world in a different perspective. It gives me happy thoughts. 

                    I know coffee is best enjoyed with good friend/s. But, there are times I want my coffee hour all by myself. The reason why I like those hole in the wall coffee shops is that it only seats around 12-14 customers. Cozy. Small. Intimate. It’s a great come on for me. I found this modest coffee shop in Malate, so little that you would hardly notice it when you’re passing by. What entices me to try it, aside from the Cordillera coffee they’re bragging about, is it’s ambiance. Very casual. very simple. And not crowded. So, there I was enjoying my coffee with three other goodies that I ordered. Heaven! Time alone. No bossy boss. No annoying frenemies. No stress-out things to remember. My shallow brain makes me want to scream “I love life!” Hehe…

                     Rappelling is another thing that gives me my own time. The higher the wall, the better, lol… Not wanting to sound egotistical, but when I’m up there and started to descend, my brains started to clear out, my emotions tend to be still and I just enjoy the moment of going down. It’s fun! I’m hoping to be able to learn indoor bouldering too soon.

                    I have this weird thing about elevators. If I can have it all by myself, very well! I like being inside of it alone, especially if the elevator has full mirrors on its wall. Gives me time to check my hair, lipstick, shoes 🙂  Wondering if I already got stuck inside the elevator? Yes, I think three or four times already. For the three-time, I’m with two other passengers. But the other one, I’m all alone. It’s kinda scary but it’s not worse compared to being stuck in traffic. Really. Haha! Anyway, I sang the alphabet to keep me happy while waiting for the lift to be functional again. Crazy! 🙂

                No matter how simple my room is, I like spending my solitary time there. It’s my bat cave, my mental room, my own planet. The place I always feel safe and lucid.

hair moment

I’ve always been biased to short, short haircuts. I find this hairstyle sexy and fun. And no to forget that it buys you time every morning.

I’ve had pixie cut, twiggy, short bob, semi-Mohawk. I did grow my hair once, eight years ago. But after a year, I had it cut again to a pixie. And wow, my hair breathes, aha-ha… That’s when I decided I’ll just stick with short hair. 

Every time I’m in a bad situation, I call on Francis, my barber/hair cutter and dash to his salon, and for thirty minutes or so, he’s my best buddy clipping away the bad mood in me. I actually see him once a month to do my hair. Or twice if the need arises, lols… I love the sounds of the scissors, the humming of the electric razor and the heat of the blower. Good! it takes away the sadness!

I’m used to be asked about having a very short hair. But once in a while, there are still those people who are nosy about my hair style and it irritates me a lot. Sigh.. ‘tell you, I can shave my hair and still be my old, jolly, funny self.

Years from now, my hair will be gray and white. And I know I will still take pleasure in having it cut short. I just hope Francis is still around, he-he… I’m just kidding! Me bad!