Nostalgia

Butterfinger is still my most favorite chocolate. The good thing is, I’ll never eat that peanut butter-flavored choco the same way again. Coz every time I’d take a bite of that luscious mouth-watering sweet sensation, it reminds me of the good old days, particularly this one Sunday afternoon a couple of months ago. The day after this big event happened, this Butterfinger is the only sentiment I got. After I bought this chocolate bar at 7-11, went back to Cavite riding the bus, dear Butterfinger I held tightly in my hand…

MRT is still my favorite means of transportation. Bad thing is, I’ll never ride this transit system the same way again. It will take me too much courage and strength to ride this train alone. Thank God that most of the time I have some friends to ride this non-choo choo train with me. The day after another big day happened, I lost my passion to travel using this MRT-blue line.

I’ll never sleep the same way again, at least until the near future. Lying in my bed, hugging my pillows, when everything that surrounds me is total darkness doesn’t give me the creeps. But, a tale of the past of mixed emotions and psychological hysteria gives me – if not sleepless nights (due to reminiscing of a big event that happened in the past), a very sound sleep dreaming to dream the dreams I long to dream that connects me to the big event that happened in the past.

Mystery to you? Nah.

I’ll end up this entry with an excerpt from a song by Roy Orbison and KD Lang entitled, Crying: I was all right, for a while/I could smile for a while/But I saw you last night/You held my hand for a while/As I stopped to say ‘hello’/You wished me well/You couldn’t tell that I’m/Crying over you/Crying over you/I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying/ I cry, cry, cry…