The ART
April 3, 2010Yesterday’s conversation with Camile (college sweetie) made me miss the art I knew so well. For quite some time, I have perfected such. I even advised her to do the same thing whenever faced with too much provocations. Now that I am experiencing the consequences of being the opposite, she asks:
Where’s the girl who perfected the art of playing dead?
Gee, where is she? I really wonder too because I miss her so much. She’s the only one who can save me from further stupidity. Hahaha. But Cams quick to tell me:
You miss your old self? But you’re wonderful now, sweet and nice. Still feisty.
Really? I think I lost the touch already. Or so I thought? Nah, I can never go back to my old self. I can never be “that” again. I cannot play dead anymore because I have opened my heart. I can feel now. I am feeling you right now.
