So here goes that week filled with far too many road trips, a couple of hours jumping up and down to Fergie, eating way too much and drinking way too little, and one blissful night of watching shooting stars.
E was my date when the Black Eyed Peas made it a very good night. I fell in love with Black Eyed when I loaded my son S’s playlist on mine. From then on, they’d occasionally serve as my soundtrack as I go about my writing life. I remember one super long night when I had to finish my Shamcey story with Black Eyed blaring in my room, it was a blast! Of course, the concert was a thousand times better (I love the costumes!!!). I kept forgetting that I was in my forties and had to take it easy with the jumping up and down to the music thing. But hey, you only live once! Mwahahaha!
The next morning found me sitting under this magnificent tree. The road trip to this eerily peaceful spot took the better part of three hours, most of which I spent sleeping. I was still high from the concert and the songs just kept playing inside my head all day.
In the middle of this heady week, I found myself here, and I couldn’t have been happier. Sometimes, things can just spin way out of control and you find yourself crashing. But then, you’d see the setting sun, or gaze at a sky filled with stars, and you are filled once again with this sense of happiness at just being freaking alive!
And because I live in the Philippines, the week wouldn't have been complete without an all-out fiesta with rock bands blasting out my eardrums and the town folks telling me to please eat some more!
Hell of a week!
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