Thankfully, I took Saturday as a day off from work. With interrupted phone calls from the office and an overzealous (read: OC) boss trying to change our newsletter layout the last minute, I was just doing fine.
I was alone most of the day, since Lovella had to slave away at work. Listening to Wolfgang’s Acoustica live concert was the first agendum of the day. Hay naku, I felt goosebumps seeing their concert – their one and only concert recorded, for public consumption. I really miss seeing the guys together, rocking my world.
Without second thought, “Darkness Fell” is still my fave song of all time. Wolfgang may have parted ways, but their spirit lives on. I should do a eulogy for them. This has been long overdue.
I am such a fan, really!
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Another order of the day is to get as many of our gazillion things and abubots packed, in time for our dramatic move-out. Grabe, there were clothes everywhere. I’d been meaning to arrange all those, but there was just no time talaga. We’re planned to hold a garage sale, on second thought, wala naman atang papatol, kaya ayun, beneficiaries namin sina Agnes and Evelyn, and our apartment caretaker and her family. Lovella has the more clothes than I have – mas mayaman kasi sya, hehehe. I’ve sent some of my stuff to the province – much to the happiness of my auntie’s.
And of course, in those trying-to-get-rid-of-basura-as-much-as-possible task, you can’t avoid getting your hands into some really old emoting (and used to be so significant) memorabilia, i.e. letters, receipts, diary entries, etc…Ah torture really! But I did survive. There were no more tears, but I just felt so happy I could still read all of them, without any kirot already. Maybe I’ve moved on.
But then, I can’t seem to throw all of this stuff. I feel like they’re the only things which I can hold on to right now. I’m such a sentimental fool…
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The day ended with more clothes, and abubots, on the floor. Oh, and not only in our bedroom, but also sa sala and veranda. Grabe, parang dinaanan ng bagyo. Thankfully, I was able to clear half of them before Lovella went home around 7-ish. I was already tired and hungry, and just sprawled on the couch, with senti Mojofly songs in the background…
like an unfamiliar song
you can hum with all your heart
but you'll never find the words
and i don't wanna wake up
without you again
and i don't wanna wake up
feeling so close to the end
(Mojofly. "Close to the End")
Oh sure, cleaning is such a therapy.
I should do this more often.
`STF
