Slightly Intoxicated

Well, this seems to be new to me. I don't know if it's better to blog when you're sober or not. Perhaps the notion of a drunk being brave or thinking he's like a soldier diving for his life in D Day, is the most used excuse why most people doesn't want to be sober. Lumalakas ang loob. Palpitations are present in every bit of palpable arteries.

"Hiwaga" (acoustic version) by Up Dharma Down is in repeat mode. This helps me cope the insobriety.

Speaking of bravery, I dauntlessly took the salvo of my peers when I decided to go semi bald.

exhibit a.

I expected a box full of chagrin from the old self and peers but to my surprise, I got a lot of compliments. See you next year, exhibit a. This month, I'll pick the aid of my hats, caps and (beanies) or to what my elder brother describe beanies as "tripolante" cap. Because he used to see them worn by fishermen, tuna catchers and sardine packers.

Dear Love,

I decided not to pursue you, like I used to, for the time being. I'm tired. Aren't you tired as well? My feet aches, my lungs are beginning to contract something without its approval and I just don't feel like seeking you this coming days, weeks and or perhaps years. If I'm doomed to be single then let it be. Hey, this isn't giving up. I just wanted to be idle, hermit as you may say, and free myself of all the running and stunning. Free of being how I used to be. I already filed my indefinite leave last week. I will terribly miss you...

Bazinga!

Yours and yours alone,

I