A Windy Friday
August 7, 2009
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It’s just one of those days when I am reminded of The Hague.
It’s windy and my umbrella was fighting on for dear life against the wind. It stood majestic but defenseless against the onslaught of the wind. And yet, for some reason, just when I thought it was about to crack, the wind stopped and my umbrella stood as still under a perfect weather.
The Hague is a constant reminder of how happy I can be capable of. Or how sick I can be, depending on my mood.
Maybe, in our own sick ways, Irish, Rommel and I love to reminisce about it because we want to delude ourselves that we can come back after all. And who knows? Maybe, indeed, we can.
I check out Facebook and I see Rommel has put up pictures from our Class trip to Geneve. I see myself talking in nostalgia with Nancy as Sahar and Gong takes a walk along the pier. I see our smiling faces posing for the camera along Lake Geneve. And there was, all of a sudden, Seinpost and the Beach of Schev.
I promised myself I will stop from reminiscing. At least, if I can help it.
There are decisions to be made here, in Manila. Lives to live. And lives to care for. If only I can make up my mind what I really want to do with my life after all.
I was never good at procrastination. But when you have been practicing it for the past 4 years, you tend to gain mastery over it.
Ah, life. My cousin-in-law tells me everything will be okay. My brother tells me, it’s a decision I never should have made, ten years ago.
A wind catches my sigh…
I need to clear a space in the corner of my mind.
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