Cold and Dreary London
I’ve been here for 11 years and the cold still fazes me just like the first day I’ve stepped into Heathrow Airport one cold, grey May afternoon.
In fairness, it’s not so bad as I haven’t resorted yet to taking out from my under bed storage, my Hunters wellies / boots but it’s getting there. A friend told me that I should fatten up to protect myself from the cold (yeah right, what a great advice!) but my new wool / cashmere red coat so far has kept me nice and warm of late.
As I was walking back towards home from work, it finally dawned on me regardless that I’m a Cebuana (born and raised under the sun) or not, everyone in the city feels exactly the same way as I do. Not everyone anticipates the cold nor particularly likes it but it is very much part of the natural law of season changes.
The only thing that I can change about it is to brighten up my day or others day using one of my most powerful tool. My “sunny” disposition and plenty of oranges (for some vitamin C dosage) to substitute for the sun-less days I’ve been experiencing lately.
Cold and dreary London meets Sunny and cheery Cebuana! I’ve yet to prove I’ve won!
I love writing songs, essays and poems. At the age of 8, I realised with delight the power of writing as a creative way of expressing one’s self. I admire and appreciate bands and artists who write their own songs and make it an expression of their souls rather than as a quick way of making big bucks.
As I write my own songs too, it really deepens my frown line between my eyebrows seeing videosor songs that have little value or lesson to provide to the world and just offers nothing but sexuality and drugs as an amplified glory of a "successful life".
From a very young age, I've always wanted to travel the world so each new place and country I go to, I take delight in God's wonder and how different each culture is from each other. Like any typical girl, I do enjoy my handbags and shoes and dresses. But don't hold that against me! I can't help my genetic disposition!