a sunday slightly less ordinary

really, with such a sore throat, you’ve gotta stop trying to sing, girl…

 

okay, here i am in front of my laptop, typing awkwardly on the keyboard (guess i’ve been away too long from this device; that or the fact that i need to trim my nails), trying to spill the words, in hope that this writing activity will shut my mouth for a while.

why the need to shut up, you say? well, for a two days now, i have been having difficulty swallowing. it becomes a conscious thing to do, no longer a reflex. to make things worse, i have been in this weird craving for singing, lately. or trying to, as a matter of fact. spent the last 12 hours screaming at the top of my lungs (not 12hours straight, but still, i feel my larynx need a massage out of fatigue ) . not a pretty thing to hear, that i can be sure of, but it felt good, hahahaha..

well, that’s just one way to kill the time, right, a thing to keep you occupied, a mask to hide the yearning?

didn’t really do much these two days. maybe knowing that tomorrow is still an off-office day make that much difference. and with that, the favorite word of all time, procrastination

it’s like getting a justification to keep from doing chores that should’ve been done by today, this free day stuff

i know that some time ago i said it woulda been really nice to have an extra day off at the weekend, a three instead of a two. well, it does feel good to know i don’t have to go to the office tomorrow, but on the other side, it sucks that i kinda just vegged out. me humans, never satisfied.

ergh.. it’s getting more painful to swallow. (yeah, blame yourself for that, darl)

upon waking up on saturday, realized i just had another beautiful dream -sorta was the kind of dreams i always dream of having. it was a wonderful way to start a day, waking up from dreams like that, but as the day went, that was just the best it could get. nothing more. well, i shouldn’t expect that the days will go just exactly the same as they were, but still, i was waiting. *here, a little smile that doesn’t say approval nor disagreement*

heck, i shouldn’t expect anything at all, to be frank. (yeah, who are you anyway, eh, girl?)

hmmh.. now i have this strange thought. of you, going back to that place, and returning here repeating what had happened.

my.

scenes whirling inside my head. striving to be acknowledged, struggling to be accepted, wishing to be remembered, and confusingly demanding to be forgotten.

and here we go again, another mumbo jumbo of the brain.