Concave upward.

Therese was asking me a while ago what my blog posts are about. But more than that, she was asking if I’m “malungkot pa rin or something.” Haha. I’m not. It’s just that I usually feel like blogging when I’m inches away from rock bottom. But I guess I have to write about the good stuff too. If only not to lose appreciation of the simplest things that define life, I really have to.

And where to start? Perhaps with the sun rays that never fail to brighten up the rest of the day after church, no matter how gloomy or cold the early morning was or the past days were. The kind of sunshine that burns the skin and narrows the eyes; the kind Tipp would gladly bathe in in exchange for a postponed Bio 1 exam; the kind that made my high school friends curse me for loving. Or with the peace a four-walled space can provide. The peace that makes the most petty, painfully disturbing or distorted thoughts crucial and full of sense. Or with the thrill skimming through a dictionary could give. The fun there is in reading aloud French phrases and staring at the look on my sister’s face when I said, “Quien sabe?”

Or with the cereal I have been making dinner lately. Milk that has turned a bit brownish and has made Koko lose its Krunch. Maybe with window shopping with Shobe on Sunday afternoons, unfinished schoolwork haunting us at the back of our heads. And that long Freeway sale that robs my allowance even before Monday starts. (I still can’t get it off my head. Haha.) Or with a siomai guy asking if I’m pissed off because chili made me frown. Or with beautiful relationships and smiles and morning greetings done unaware-ly. Anger to fade in His time and unceasing efforts to be used by Him. Or with friendly McDo people. Good morning’s and visit us again’s even though I just use the washroom.

Or with the thought that there are so many things I can start with.