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I love eccentricities that are grounded in humor.
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Posted on: 8.21.2012 @ 2:18 AM |
Irrelevant Musings Rated
My brain is very spontaneous-one moment, it would focus on the task at hand, then after a few minutes, it would shift attention to other things. When those momentary lapse of focus happen, I tend to ask myself if I'm contented with the way things are going around me; and if not, what would I do. Then there are also times when I seem to blank out/ looked like I am thinking hard while having a serious talk with someone, when in fact, I've been deciding on what food to buy (rowdy to some extent). I am also a daydreamer. Whenever I feel stressed out, I would definitely take time wandering with my thoughts.
This wanderlust happens mostly when an area is not fully lit- that condition where streaks of light barely touch the walls and floor; when shadows play amidst hard, solid objects. I will always attribute this to my distaste in overly-bright spaces (well, aside from my body's abnormal response to too much sunlight). Some random pictures while I was taking a break:
Awww. This is such a romantic figurine. Snowmen who are in love with the sun even if such love would literally kill them (well, melt for that matter). Would I ever experience such platonic love?*Shivers*
I love how the the composition of mother of pearl plays with light and shadow. I often tell my mom to re-create our windows using capiz shells and she said she would love that because their house before has this Spanish-style windows. The only thing is, nowadays, it is quite expensive and harder to find.
I don't go much to our living room because there are times when I find it depressing- actually, no one in our family does, except for my mom who loves cleaning. But whenever I do, I would reminisce on my childhood days- how things drastically changed.
Whenever my room feels stuffy, I would talk a short walk in our terrace and would breathe the almost-clean air of our village. I remember before when I was young, I could smell the scent of tobacco from a nearby cigarette factory (which is just a few kilometers away). It made me wonder why I can't smell the aroma of chocolates when there's also a nearby chocolate factory. Maybe the smell of the tobacco is that strong.
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For a disparate topic, the Philippines is now mourning the loss of another great man- Interior Sec. Jesse Robredo. I actually don't know him prior to this incident but I heard his name quite a few times. When I asked my mom about him, she told me that he was a former Naga mayor and did some remarkable changes in that city. I looked him up in the internet and was taken aback when praises come pouring in- a very distinctive notion coming from a place where most politicians are deemed to be distrustful and corrupt. A testament to the saying "good men die young".
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