Life as I Know It

Kras and Mike moved to a new house today.  It was a nice apartment, although the owner could have picked a better color for the paint.  Still, it would be a place I would pick for myself if only I can afford it.  While we were enjoying the ice cream I brought to celebrate their move, our conversation turned to an unexpected topic.

She recently read someone’s blog.  That someone is actually the wife of an former suitor who was perhaps the most intense and tenacious in his wooing.  Through the blog, we were updated with the goings on of the couple’s lives – one kid, a new house, the works.  Anyway, what was unexpected was when Kras said “alam mo, it could have been you, although I can’t imagine you doing the same things”.  Doing what things?  Blogging about the “happiness and bliss” in marriage among others.

I shugged and made a face…

Can I wear my heart on my sleeves like she does?  Always, I guess.  Heart served on a platter for all to see and maybe abuse.  Like her, I would have shouted to the whole cyber space how happy I am with my life.  It would be nice to write about being happy and deliriously content.  If I can blog about my sagad-sa-buto loneliness, topak, and some inconsequential stuff, perhaps it would be far easier to talk about the wonderful little things happening in my blissful state.  If I can write about Kulit, surely I can write so much more about the cooing of my baby, his endless list of firsts, and perhaps even the crappy nights I’m having in response to my little monster’s demands.  If I can write about the person I dream to be with, man I can absolutely write about the one I happily wake up with every single day of my life.

Yes, I can do that.  I can wear my heart on my sleeves.  If only.

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27january2007