Rest In Peace

Me and my big mouth are back reflecting on the world and all its faults. These are heavy times for me. My former blockmate and friend has just passed away and I can't do anything but feel bad for many reasons.

I feel bad that she just disappeared without anyone's notice. It seemed like she was just around a few weeks and the next thing you know, daisies were pushed.

I feel bad that I felt numb after hearing about it. Do I not feel sympathy for the close people in her life? Do I not feel regret for not having said goodbye? Do I not feel sorrow for having lost someone so distant yet so close in my life?

I feel bad that I have other priorities to deal with. I feel helpless that I can't do anything about it and because of this I feel uneasy doing my usual tasks.

I feel bad that I have to feel bad in general.

I feel happy because she happened and I was a part of it as well as many other people.

I feel happy because she's in a better place, away from the cruel world she once knew.

I feel happy because I need to. My Law teacher always said that nothing is accomplished when you feel bad about yourself.

I feel happy because I always get over it. Time is the best medicine.

We often rush ourselves; forgetting all the little things that we pass by. Life is always in motion and no one will wait for you. Everything continues no matter how many times you attempt to pause it. For me, the beauty of life lies in its continuity; in that it doesn't give a damn about anything and just moves on for the sake of itself.

Rest in peace Pauline Ann Prudencio. You will be missed, remembered, and cherished while we continue, move on, and smile.

I Miss Airline Food

I may migrate the novel to safer grounds before I post it here. So yeah, airline food. What's up with that?

Somersault

Me and my big mouth wishes everyone a Happy and Prosperous 2012! Besides the possible, yet improbable rapture, a new number to type after every date in a paper, and the last twelfth second of the twelfth minute of the twelfth hour of the twelfth day of the twelfth month of the twelfth year of the millennium, it's just another year... in which I use all the reasons I've stated above to motivate myself to do better than the last year. By the way, is the world "twelfth" sounding weird to you?

It's just another year. I'm still working my novel but I'm having a slight writer's block for the soundtrack.

It's just another year. I'm still finding a vocalist to collaborate with, if I could only find time to find a vocalist, if only I could find inspiration to find time to find a vocalist...

It's just another year. Who am I kidding? It's just another DAY.

WARNING: RAPID CHANGE OF TOPIC.

So yeah, I got myself into a ballroom class this semester and was really unsure at first.

But I realized it was the BEST and MOST FUN P.E. class I ever entered. I thank my dad for suggesting it due to its future applications. After all, I am the "hold-your-cup-and-sip-in-the-corner-while-everyone-enjoys-themselves kinda guy."

I guess one of the factors that got me going is my default skill in dancing which was honed by some of my classmates back then in high school as well curricular requirements back then as well as my dad who got a ballroom instructor to teach him and my mom to dance during his 65th birthday. That instructor gave a free-for-all crash course in the rudimentary skills of ballroom dance.

Another one would be the inclination to music and rhythms. From toe-tapping and hand-drumming, to imaginary drum-playing, I usually do them to exercise my arms (yeah, right...) and well, make a fool of myself while enjoying the music (that's better).

Lastly, would be my memory. I remember things quite fast. As I recall, i had a one-week leave of absence so I missed a couple of sessions. I instantly caught up and our couple even got an A. Seriously, even I was shocked!

Plus, dancing is one of the few physical activities I have (next to golf) in which I never feel exhausted doing. I love the music enough to coordinate with it through my movements. It goes to the point where you don't really think about what you're doing because you already know it.

I recall back in my heart-struck has-been days where I would imagine dancing with someone you love because it's like you see the two of you in a whole different light. Two people create something only they can fantasize; they visualize their love through dance. Ballroom dancing basically illustrates the entire relationship. From inviting your partner to the dance floor, to directing her the steps, to escorting the maid back and setting her free from your grasp. It's something more than romantic. It's something I wanna feel again.

This song has been waltzing in my head for quite some time. It describes the perfect relationship.