April 10, 2013
Spicy pork. Fish crackers. Spoilt kamote. 2 cups coffee. Chicken. Sour pork stew. Wrote 1 story in 4 hours. Didn't know that I wasn't able to route it to be edited. Went home feeling semi-giddy as it's mid-week already. Random spurts of optimism kept me afloat today. I can actually get used to this seesaw of emotion. Each and every newness becomes familiar eventually. Savor what's here now, even the bad. I'm pretty sure sometimes we miss the bad stuff, too, because that's when we were really feeling and living our being human. Our cracks define us sometimes.