seacielo - Da Kine o’ Life

Dear Tanshine,

I saw Rosie last night on my way to mass. She was in the PUJ by a traffic stop. She called like not really called me. You know, like you think you might be hearing someone calling you in a dreamy atmosphere. Then, I did turn around because its the least thing I could do when my name minaturely splurging in between dust and unclean air. Of course I rendered a civil gesture. I waved and said Hi in a hushed way. Bingo! I saw a kid, assumingly her kid by recollection of Kahlil’s previous random accounts of people in the circle.

What’s that supposed to mean? A mocked greeting? Or I just could not take the reality vis-a-vis possiblities. Conceive me as paranoia instance, but the way I decoded the response was like this: Cielo… Cielo… hey look I got married and had this pretty kid, and you are still daddy’s little bratty girl.

I know I said that I would stop being whiny, but I figured out of the times I just shut up, I was stiff, stale and icky bland. As much as there were (and still are) lotsa lotsa things to say about things here or there, I held back. The apathy disease that took over me was relentless. Then again, why would I not care?

And by the way, I am damn good at whining. It is all I do when I am with you. See, this is the very fact I refuse not to opine on anything. Maybe I started to crumble and got sick and tired of me… complaining… mocking… blah blah blah. However it makes sense, in a normal schematic existence *sigh*, it is absurd.

Anyway, I am still all good. Couldn’t be prouder to be daddy’s girl. *yey* But really, can I blame my parents of being all over me? To tell you the truth, at the back of my head I am screaming daisies, grasses and trees of all sorts that say lemme live…. aaahhhh lemme fail…. ahhhh…. lemme live again….What are the chances? Oh Tan, maybe I should be even thankful. I may not have this normal twenty something life, but I am ok. I am still living and believing. This is my version of reality. So there, I know I should have not whined. But you let me… always.