this morning i woke up feeling really good after a long night of drinking somewhere in qc. the usual headaches are gone, my tummy wasnt that bad, and i didnt have morning breath.. those sort of feel-good things. it felt so good that i decided to change my weekend routine: i took a bath.
and i shaved. and had a haircut. and bought mary ann’s ube cake. and bought new jeans. and bought a shoe rack. and printed some shirts. and went over some pictures that i took. i was in a state of bliss.. it was something that never happened to me in a very long time.
two gulps away from beating my coke 1.5 drinking record i choked. the darn acid came out my nostrils and i had a bad coughing for about 15 minutes. and then i realized, it’s a good thing i missed my record. there’s just too many good things today and my tiny little heart cant take anything more. the record will come down some other day.
i remember a passage from the bible that a friend of mine forced me to read on her wedding rites. i cant remember the exact words but the main idea is, there’s a time for everything. a time for war, a time for peace, a time to be sad, and a time to be happy. things happen in their own time. something like that. im not religious but if i were to become a priest tomorrow i would proudly say that passage made me do it.
the point is, im glad that today, i decided to stop asking questions and begin living again. and i have to thank my friends for that. there are so many things that i can do and i cant let anyone stop me from doing them. not even myself. i guess what they say is true, that our biggest enemy is ourselves.
cant wait for monday. and the rest of my life.
