Midnight Owl

I just wanna stay up. Think. Fly. Look around. Write. And just be a bum. I could use the whole night, and stay up like a midnight owl. Thank you Awesome for inventing night time, for programming the human bodies inside this dormitory to sleep during this time, for caffeine to cheat such program, for cold breeze, for fine solitude, for this occasion and place to be swept away by thoughts. Truly pleasure.

So here’s a little story-telling for a kick-start. What I did today. Well, today, I woke up at 10, had a great (ooops, Error: this part is not for public display. Haha), worked some ass for the dance tomorrow, spent time with my family, chained five sticks down my throat, had an interesting talk with a new friend Trisha, ignored my roommates, watched Friends with Benefits again, hmm what else.. Guess that’s pretty much it.

Moving on, this post was kind of written for Blogger until I began feeling like writing crude banditry on this one. Because all you can read from the start of this post are just hints. Like riddles that get boring over time. It’s so roundabout. So draggy.

So at this very point I’m on a crisis of whether keeping this post for Blogger or relocate this to my bandanna-tied Wordpress and utter my favorite words like Sex, Cigarettes, Shit, Fucking and so on. It’s like choosing between being a bandit kicking kittens off the way or becoming that kitten being kicked away by the bandit. So plain awful.

Anyway, since this was initially written for Blogger, then so be it. Let it stay here on Blogger. Why pull out a sprouting plant when it has already found a place for itself down the ground? If you find some ridick-culous things down here, then you find them, alright. And that’s fine. No, scratch that.  That’s Great. That means you’ve read my blog.Haha Well, guess it’s time you meet the person behind this blog, the one who’s taking you for a ride with the ever-changing seasons.

Juven, Salvaje y Libre

Creamy Clavero, turning twenty in a couple of weeks and not so excited about it. I am quite a burnout, and I'll elaborate on that sometime soon.
I'm usually on freeform, a learner, always at the beginning, never stopping beginning. If there’s one thing I’d like to do for the rest of my life, it’s to create. I want to be in control. I don’t like anything controlling me. I don’t talk to everyone. And that keeps me sane. I have a guitar that plays a good company. I have five Ferrari model cars, one of them I gave away to a special friend. I like the quiet. I love cozy places, nice comfy chairs, coke, coffee, cars, and the color brown. On my free time, I like being free or just teleporting to my reveries. My wish is to be happy with pursuing the impossibility of perfect happiness. The importance, they say, lies in the process rather than in the outcome. More so if the outcome doesn’t exist at all, like total happiness.

Once in my Spanish class we were tasked to write something about ourselves. And so, the caption in the photo is my opening. "Soy juven, salvaje y libre." It means I'm young, wild and free. And that's how I think I'll forever be.

But here’s the thing: I can’t give you all of me in just one post. No matter how long this post would be. I can’t even give myself all of who I am despite my whole life. We are always on a road to discovering ourselves, and as we forward, we keep recreating ourselves as well. There is no fixed me. There is no fixed you. No fixed anything. We plainly dissolve into the seasons and reborn into something else, that the point of vanity seems to have no point at all. The person writing this now might no longer be the same person tomorrow.  And as to who runs this blog and how she is, most of the time, that just wouldn’t matter.

 It’s 3:40am on my watch. The midnight owl disappears. And perhaps, so does the one who wrote this.

Note: owl photo via Google Search