Thursday, April 25, 2013


Save for far-fetched plans of escape conjured in the wee moments before sleep, nothing significant ever happens in this stepford-y suburbia. Sometimes, I catch glimpses of people slaving away in meager jobs they’ve been both stuck and contented in for years and I think to myself “this will not be me,” but I find small comfort from this intent to digress.

It is achingly honest to own up to the cliché: I have lost myself. Just yesterday, when I read through Random Muses and Nostalgia, I asked myself: what has become of her? When did I lose her? And how? And why?

But too often, I feel too sedated, too resigned to look for answers. And so I resort to think of things that are more practical (practical - something I vowed never to be during my days of staying hungry and staying foolish): finding a job that will pay the bills. 

7 comments:

  1. Hi Tisa! Hope you're doing great! No #laboracay for us this year. Haha

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  2. the irony of it is that if you think you've lot yourself, you still haven't lost yourself. kapag naging kuntento ka na sa paulit-ulit na buhay, di ba dun mo masasabing nawalan ka na? haha. i don't make sense.

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    1. Parang lasing lang ba yan. Haha if you can say you're drunk, then you are not drunk?

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  3. btw, have you watched liberal arts(josh radnor) at pleasantville(tobey maguire)?

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    1. Hi anonymous, yes I have seen both!

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    2. This might not amount to anything but yea, I read your posts. I like how you write, who you are.

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