Melancholy

I love this word, the way it sounds when you say it. Somehow, it doesn't sound bad to me. There’s solace in this word, there’s a strange feeling of comfort each time I embrace it.

There’s noise, there’s clutter, there are people. There are times I love being around the noise and there are times I despise it. Maybe, now’s the time when I choose to stay away from everything that defines me. Yes, the clutter, the noise, the colors, I choose to be away from it all.

Will I get back, yes, I will. When will I get back? Well, I have no answer. I choose to be alone, with myself. Why?! Because, I want to be. I have no answer, no motives, no thoughts.

I just wish to be this way, till I choose to be everything that defines me.

The tale of ‘No-No Masi’

I like the way babies say no, their lips look like a big ‘O’ and their seriousness while saying it is incomparable. And oooh, it’s also because I loveee babies (well, as long as they are someone else’s).

Luvy and I when we last met

The baby I am going to talk about today isn’t technically a baby anymore as he now questions why his mother isn’t as ‘cool’ with him as I am. ;) That baby is my nephew, Luvy.

This little thing is the apple of our eye and one of the naughtiest kids around. When still a baby  he would say no in the cutest way possible, which I would ask him to repeat at least 20 times in a day. The day he got tired of doing that, the then two year old Luvy named me ‘no-no masi’. The name stayed with me for the next 10 years and I was glad it did because each time he said no, I could see my monster turn cute for a few seconds.

(As I write this post, the monster has forgotten his parents' 20^th wedding anniversary and is looking for ways to save himself from the wrath of his mother.)