Actually, the music playing now is that of Josh Groban’s "You’re Still You". Yeah, I love the song…but I don’t want to listen to it anymore! Just reminds me of someone and some things that I shouldn’t be thinking anymore 
(but secretly, a part of me wishes that it could listen to Groban songs all day long…*sigh*)
I just love the Halloween. I’m a scaredy cat, though…sometimes hehehe.
I went to the cemetery as usual, together with my relatives. Besides having just shot an eerie-looking photo (an old guy taking a peek at us behind a thin pole…I’ll post it as soon as possible), I just saw, as we are on our way out of the crowded cemetery, my name on one of the lapidaries:
TERESA T. TERMULO
died…
I didn’t even try to read the rest of the words. Just the fact I saw my name (well, almost my name. My name is spelled T-H-E-R-E-S-A and my middle initial is R) is enough to make myself turn back from it. My name engraved in stone…a stone in the cemetery. Chilling isn’t it?
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything worthwhile. I guess Hope took a short vacation to celebrate with Samhain with her other muses friends. Anybody else out there missing their brilliance?
I have been thinking of topics I wanted to write about: being a spinster/bachelor at an age when everybody expects one to be getting hitched, the sad fate of the new doctors (I have read in a blog somewhere that the Philippines was the only place in the world where doctors and engineers are unemployed), the high price to pay for living healthy, and other issues I feel strongly about. However, right now, I find myself fumbling with words that I used to be comfortable playing with and dyspneic after a short overpowering run on the treadmill of thoughts. Now I know that I would never be a professional writer; I depend too much on emotional ebb and flow to navigate across the tumultous sea of literature.
So, for the time being, please bear with the blandness of my posts. I will dish out more palatable entree perhaps in the coming days…when Hope comes back. If SHE comes back. If she won’t, I’d probably be pack my travel bag and start looking for her. Again.
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For the past few days, I’ve been returning to a newfound friend’s friendster profile, checking when he was last online, wondering why he hadn’t replied to my message. Was he trying to evade me? Doesn’t want to talk to me anymore? But, in the first place, why did he allow me to add him to my list of friends? Was he just being polite? To think that we exchanged a couple of messages before he suddenly "fell silent". Hmmm…that’s got me perplexed for quite some time already. Any enlightenment for me? Anyone?
