current music: A Certain Shade of Green - Incubus


These are weird days. I find myself sleeping earlier and earlier, and likewise find myself waking up earlier and earlier. Today, I found myself eyes wide by 4 AM. The day before, I was up by 3. In both instances, I was shivering from the cold, as there's been a series of rainy evenings here in Manila for weeks. I wonder if it's because of the sudden drop in temperature that prompts me to sleep, as cold-blooded lizards do when temperature falls.

I also find that writing is becoming, well, not easier, but less "painful" as it were. I cannot tell what has prompted this spell of ease. I just see that editing, revising, and coming up with ideas flows more fluently. I still have trouble starting works though. It's not perfect; I just know coming up with stuff's not as hard as it used to be.

For example, I had a daydream of sorts remembering my friend, Ramon. About two summers ago, he was stressed out about how his girlfriend was angry at him for forgetting the 1-month anniversary (or, how we call it in local tongue, "monthsary") of their falling in love. A sweet sentiment, to be sure, but he found only the taste of laundry detergent in his mouth as he talked that day. I understand how both sides are right; Ramon is right that there needn't be a single day that is "more special" if everyday can be sweet, and she's right in the subtle need of maintaining and re-kindling the romance in a relationship.

Are we, as people, relational beings that we are, so fear cold that we constantly strive for ways to keep fires from going out?

In my head, I transplanted the actual event of the discussion into a different place: a nice house where the persona of the event would be cooking dinner for everybody. Sort of like a "cheer up, you'll be okay" event that a gang of friends would do for each other.

I penned this down, and plotted it into an "idea file". This idea, I do not know what to do with it. I wonder if I should write it as a poem, or keep make it into fiction or drama. I do not know how to write fiction or drama, but there's a first time for everything.

I am aware anybody can pick this idea out of this blog. Nevertheless, I have nothing to fear. This is just one of many I've drafted into the "idea file".I think it'll be a while before I'll have to dig into this file to write things for my creative thesis.

I don't worry. There's a lot more coming up too. I am grateful that this creative streak is so prosperous for me