Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Monday, November 01, 2004

I am not worthy. Sorry, but this week has just been friggin AMAZING. I have to write it down to remind myself that it really happened. You know the feeling when your feet are friggin aching and you just can't stop smiling and you feel that if you don't let your laugh out you'll feel the butterflies in your stomach carry you to the clouds? Or when you're in the clouds, looking down at the earth savoring the moment you're up there?

My week of natural high...the high of *kilig*, the goosebumps of witnessing a nation break a curse, the exquisite pain of having your feet betray you from too much dancing and the tearful realization that all this is happening because of the dude ABOVE.

WEDNESDAY:
there are no words..the surrealness that is the win that rocked the Red Sox Nation. Yes.. yes.. RED SOX NATION will never be the same. One could have cried. The triumphant glee in every Bostonian's face is nothing close to the meaning of TRUE. They have been waiting for this for 86 years. A curse has been broken and they're back where they belong. History was made and I was part of it. Hug a stranger, high five a local popo, dance in the street! I had to walk about 8 blocks..... in heels, but I didn't care! I'm in the middle of the hub of the universe.. I'm in the city of lights and glory. People will be talking about this for years.. and I could say I'm part of it.

How sweet is that?

As sweet as THURSDAY.. when I take the bus to Hartford Connecticut. Thursday is HIP HOP night in rain...okay..you know how it goes..dang my feet hurt so bad i swear it's cryin' but I had a grrrrrrreat night. Met a lotta interestin people...chillin with a cup mami @ 3 am.

Gettin ready for SALSA night in Acura..nothing prepared me for this. I still need to understand Spanish..da hell does "sweet manana mean?" the dude was cute...hay regrets! But who am I to complain?? Gawd..had so much fun.. get me a tupperware to contain my joy!

Haunted House...Mike Myers with the chain saw, Frankentstein with the freaky shoulder pads...rotating holes..wow! It was one big production. I don't think I've ever screamed that loud since... oh. Hehe. I take it back. Been a lotta reason to scream these days..red sox winning and all ;P

I just found out I'm too conservative to dance reggae..and that I have a lot to learn in the business of the bump and grind.

Oh well..there's always next time.

What else could seal my sweet weekend but with a tearful realization?

I am coming back to the house of worship
coz it's all about you, it's all about you Jesus.

I'm sorry for the things I've made it to be
but it's all about you, it's all about YOU.

Forget the sophos and the unending questions at the back of your head. Faith is not about questions, it's about feeling. I just realized last Sunday what the Catholic Church has been trying to embed in my head since my first communion. The right to life is a priviledge given by God. I cannot believe how selfishly I've lived it. And I cannot believe the life I'm living now is all due to the dude above.

the HAPPY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS of natural high seals itself with the return of the faith I lost a long time ago. I renew my faith here.

Without qualms of rituals.

I can sincerely say again...that my life is lived for the man above.

mades [ 9:43 PM ] 1 happy lost cabbages