It was a saturday, it was friday, it was between friday and saturday, it was exactly that - the weee hours of the night, caught somewhere between being resigned and hopeful of the day that passed and will continue to pass, when I was jolt up from a very tiring sleep caused by the six hour La Union travel, slowly, like a prayer, I woke up feeling my ears, then my eyes, my nose, my lips, I felt the inside of my mouth (breath some ear out on the inside of my palm and realize with grave certainty the relying cause behind my singlehood at twenty five lol), I felt the stiff baby hair of my armpits, I stretched my toes and felt my soul, my pain, my thoughts which store drawers of frustrations, struggles, insecurities, all my whims, my happiness, my joy, my core - it was all there. I was whole. Self. Important. Still. Reassured, I yawned. It is another day.
I reached over my bestfriend lying beside me, my phone, my buddy who knows all my "the world revolves around me" notes, to check the exact time, when I saw the notification of five messages, my heart beamed with familiar fear, wishing, hoping that it was not bad news about something someone somebody close to my heart, it was not.
It rained "congratulations, vane!" and I was there right in time to catch it, a bit dazed and amazed, I cried, stared on the wall and cried a bit more. But I was there. I made it. With just the right amount of luck to catch it.
Was the sky brighter and bluer than it was just yesterday? Does the world look more colorful and kinder than it was when I have last seen it? My mother, she was not this forgiving when I switch channels, was she? This "Diamond" song by Rihanna, has it always been so dancy and groovy than the last time I heard it? The world feels so alive. Where was I this entire time?
It is true what they say, a whole lot can happen in a day :)
