Heart on my sleeve

Sculpting Frida’s heart

Happiness is: sculpting with clay.

Last weekend was one hell of a roller coaster ride. I was upset one minute, excited and exhilarated the next, then distracted and confused, interested and pumped-up, impatient and exhausted, then crashed into a much deserved dreamless sleep. It was good to see my bro and party with good, old friends, to veg alone for one whole afternoon, meet and bond with new people, buy new cute things, and finally, finally see “Transformers” on the big screen (Why, btw, didn’t the Decepticons just buy the damn glasses on Ebay?!?!?). It’s a pity, though, that I was too exhausted to watch the Wimbledon Men’s singles finals. My friends Dorski and Ella patiently texted a blow-by-blow account of the match, though, even if I was fast asleep. I had over 15 unread messages in my mobile by the time I woke up this morning! Thanks, girls! :)

A variety of emotions still simmer inside me as I reflect on the things that occurred the past couple of days. I still want to punch Kulit Bulilit in the face for being such an incompetent ass. I know better than to waste my precious time and energy bitching about him, but he is so incredibly and ridiculously annoying that I cannot help but frown when I think about him. Oh God, I am getting a headache again. That man is vile! And I am so upset that after all these years he could still distress me this way. I cannot let a pathetic imbecile do this to me. Sigh. But things happen for a reason… his turn will come in time.

Anyways, I really feel bad that Rafa Nadal didn’t win. He was soooo close to winning the title! I like Fed, but I really feel for my adopted countryman. Ugh… yes, like it or not, I really feel for those damn Spaniards! I would love to see Rafa raise the Wimbledon trophy one day. Oh well. He’s still young. At least people can’t accuse him of being just a clay court specialist. He proved yesterday that he’s good on any surface. His turn, too, will come in time.

My thoughts are still scattered. I need to do something right now, but I don’t know what. Maybe I’ll just catch up on my reading. My body is exhausted and it’s longing to retire for the day, but my mind is madly dashing around in circles. I had another eventful day. Too many things to think about. I’m so tired. I’m not complaining, though. In the end, it’s good to have days and weeks like this—-it pushes me to think about what I want and what I have. I just need to learn to ride the wave with more pizazz and grace.


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