prexypinoy to the world

As I’m writing this I am stationed in a balcony by the majestical cliffs of Uluwatu,  that boasts stunning views of one of surfing’s spiritual homes, and comes alive as the sun sinks into the Indian Ocean. I hummed into the faint music from good old radio while sipping in my watermelon pure juice. (I could’ve opted for a beer, anytime any day but chose not to since I am on my meds and no alcohols are allowed for me for now. ) The good thing about this place is you get to drown yourself in the amazing view and at the same time enjoy gastronomic delights without bleeding your pocket dry. It’s past lunch time and people are starting to come in, slowly the music was drowned by laughter and voices of people speaking with a twang. It makes you feel good, I almost just beamed with smile at random strangers. (Then I thought, Oh dear! Maybe I’ll look like a psycho.) The beauty that surrounds me is just too magnificent that the best lens to use to capture is still my set of eye

What a month had been! Time flies so fast that the moment I tuck myself in for sleep, I woke up and it’s almost Christmas. While I try to control myself not to feel too excited about going home. Which by the way is a first in five years—for Christmas! I read a Facebook status days ago about being joyous this Christmas but at the same time being mindful of others who are not excited as we are in this Holiday Season. Then I thought to myself, “are there people who are not as excited?” I remembered, not everyone has the same situation. For some, they must’ve felt the loss, the disappointment, the depression and all hell breaks loose kind of stuff. For some, they simply are away from their family and must’ve felt the pang of pain or guilt by not being with them. I remembered my past Christmases and how last year’s Christmas almost brought me to celebrating solo. Imagine yourself walking along a crowded street, with people all cheers and friends all smiles. Family strol