Day 93-104: Magic Moments Part I

Paulo Coelho once wrote of magic moments in his highly acclaimed novel, Down By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. It’s a heavy love story focussing on a young woman’s quest for self discovery and more specifically love. He described a magic moment as that moment when a YES or NO changes your life forever. I feel like these 180 DAYS have been a series of magic moments in themselves. Which is bad and good. Good because everyday is one hella surprise after another. I can’t say that I’m bored at all. But I also can’t say that I know what’s really going on even on the basics front. It’s almost like having sex with a blindfold on. It’s cool for a bit but after a while, you just wanna know what’s going on… or maybe I’m just one hella control freak! Relaxa tu! But I guess that’s what life really is. a series of decisions that ultimate contribute to the Butterfly Effect whether you’d like to believe in the weight that a seemingly insignificant action may carry.

Day 74-77: Breathe n Stop…

I guess it can’t really end until you’re ready to let go. As in, you’re not still pining or reminiscing or fantasising… Until those good memories are only that and not an urge to make some more… Otherwise you are still pretty much in the thick of things despite your denial and determination to move on.

As much as I wanna just be over this Shorty saga, truth is that the disgust has returned to just being good ol typical mistrust-fueled con-fuss-ion.

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore/ I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore/ And when do you think that it will all become clear/ Coz I’m being taken over by The Fear…

The very day after I wrote my last blog, Shorty again failed to return my stuff even though I had expressly reminded him and he had expressly committed to doing so. But I guess what did I expect, nigga BEEN flakey! That was what I thought to my myself as he pitched up empty-handed on yet another occasion.