Drops of Bliss

Listening to my new national anthem: Phil Collin's "You'll Be in My Heart" mp3 version. Borrowed online, not ripped, meaning I can't play the song if I'm not online. Does that still qualify me as a cyber thief? Maybe half-a-thief. Maybe. Whatever.

For now, I'm simply reacquainting myself with my re-newed civil and social status: single, loveless, heartbroken AND boy-friend-less. Ah... What bliss.

...To bask in the Sunday afternoon sun. Alone.

...To enter the near-freezing confines of the Robinson's Galleria Movie Theater. Alone.

...To get a ride home on board a bus or a jeepney. Alone. (When previously it would be free and convenient taxi ride home for me).

...To eat a huge tub of cheese-flavored popcorn. Alone.

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... So blissful I could...

WAAAHHHH!!!!

WAAAHHHH!!!!

WAAAHHHH!!!!

If this is bliss, I don't know what sadness is.

WAAAHHHH!!!!

WAAAHHHH!!!!

WAAAHHHH!!!!