In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Have You Never Been Mellow?.”
After a week of leaving and going back to my comfort zone, finally it has arrived – weekend. But surely it’s not what makes me mellow, there are five days and 24 hours in it and in every second, my life could be ruined by some unexpected ugly turns of events.
So how do I get myself back in a state of being mellow? Music. Indeed it never failed me every single time. I just have to put my earphones on and press the play button. And what’s playing is my ever adaptable playlist.
I have three playlist I never deleted since I made them. Although once in a while, I edit them. I insert new songs or remove some that has since past my taste.
But of all three of them, my favorite is this Before Sleep Playlist, which gives me the effect of reading some bednight stories I read to my 3 yr old nephew, (Goodnight Moon, my favorite.) These are the songs closest to me:
Starting with U2’s I’ll Go Crazy If I Don’t Go Crazy Tonight , followed by the following
Shawn Mullins Lullaby;
Dashboard Confessional’s Belle of the Boulevard;
Greyson Chance’s Sunshine and City Lights;
Owls City’s Fireflies;
Demi Lovato’s Live Performance of My Love’s Like a Star;
Lily Allen’s Somewhere Only We Know;
Maroon 5’s Lost Star;
The Postal Service’s The District Sleeps Alone Tonight;
Owl City’s Vanilla Twilight;
Of Monsters and Men’s Slow and Steady;
Jaymee Dee’s Till I Fall Asleep;
Birdy’s Farewell and Goodnight;
P.S. I listen to them any time I want…whether at the start or the middle of the day…
So I want to hear what’s your mellow playlist, maybe I could add some new songs to mine…
Fun Facts About Me
As young as I am today, I wanted to live each day at it’s most. I don’t fear death, but it’s another way of how I will die. A student and never thinks I’ll be able to finish my life being a student. An introvert and has a problem of interacting with the world. I love reading books, and if I could find to time just for it, it would be a bliss, of course being at home with the pperson I consider family.
1) Write a whole paragraph ( a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter “e” (still easy?)
2) By reading this you are already signed up.
3) Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.
4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.
5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.
P.S. for those challenged, I know for some of you this isn’t your blogs forte, but I suggest for you to have fun in this challenge…
What will you do, say you lost your parts. Would you start looking, or would wait until you grow back your arms. Afraid you do it wrong? A prompt for you, If you stay, you know you got it wrong by just looking at things around you and you can’t find what you want to find. So why not start moving. Now I ask you, what will you do?
Memories, memories, memories.
It seems that every bit of them, happy or sad, good or bad, are worth remembering. Lately I just wondered if ever I’m holding on too much for them, but it seems that when I grow up, like really grow up, and reached the title to being old, it will be the reason that I will say, “I had a very worth while stay on this realm, now I’m ready to move on.”
Just now I read a blog by Margaret Ellis. I felt the blog was somehow trying to take something from the pile of her memory, it felt nostalgic. Well, the post was about the present moment with a bit of comparison between then and now, but you can’t take away the part where memory played a big part.
How do I keep special moments in my life? I keep a journal, and somehow they’re just too personal, but maybe because of this blog I’ll put a touch of my personality in blogging.
As for Blogging U’s assignment; making a blog about other blogs that I made a comment, I can say that the list below are some of my favorites. These blogs are so random, I can’t find a connection with them: one is a student’s; the other is just about somebody who already spent 30 years of her life; and one I can remember is about random thoughts of a blogger who wants to upgrade her skill in photography and her random thoughts on everyday accounts of her life.
What about your list of some followed topics?
I was 8 then when I was told to be silent by my teacher. I can’t remember what I was saying exactly then, but I know I was defending my side as this bully classmate of mine told everyone that I was the one who threw the stone that broke Ms. Cassandra’s window in her office. Unfortunately, for me, everyone believed him. Probably because everyone knew that Matthew, is bully but not a liar. Apparently, this time he lied. I would have done the same too if I was in his shoes, to not put the weight on me, especially that the weight is as heavy as knowing that Ms. Cassandra is badly injured.
I was about to cry then when the whole class, though at the time I felt like it was the whole world, was starting to get on me. It was also when Ms. Lucy told me to be silent. She actually said it to nobody in particular, to the whole class probably. But due to my guilt over something I can’t exactly tell, I felt like she was pointing at me the most.
So I stopped and everyone too. Then she sat on her chair and smiled. I was stunned by her actions nonetheless by her smile. Nobody moved, Matthew and I remained standing, and the rest, as I saw on my peripheral view, was somehow half seated, some were leaning on their desk, some were awkwardly stopped, yet nobody dared moved move.
The smile left Ms. Lucy’s face but the glow of it remained. Ms. Lucy made a deep sigh and after that told us to return to our seats. When everyone is ready to listen to her, she asked one question.
“What is it that you kill every time you say his name?”
At first there was nothing. Then murmurs grow and slowly turned to noise. Until one hand was raised. It was Albert, the class genius.
“Promise.” Albert said with very much certainty in his voice.
“Why do you think so?” Ms. Lucy asked smiling.
“Because every time we say a promise, we kill it at the same time, because a promise is something you make to break. Like petting a fish half out of water.”
“Interesting, but I’m looking for something more perceivable.” Ms. Lucy said.
“Perceivable?” Albert was still standing.
“Something that can be observed by our senses, Ms. Lucy answered back and finally Albert sat down.
It was supposed to be our Math, but honestly I prefer thinking this kind of problem than doing math, though Ms. Lucy will argue that with math we have a definite answer to all the problems.
Nobody raised a hand after Albert, so after Ms. Lucy asked who wants to try and nobody raised a hand, she stood up and started writing a math problem. And that was when Katelyn raised her hand.
“Yes Katelyn?” Said Ms. Lucy as she continues to write on the board.
“A boogeyman?” She stopped writing.
“Yes.” In her usual high pitch voice, with certainty of course though not the same as Albert’s certainty.
“Becuase,” Katelyn continued after Ms. Lucy said nothing, “boogeyman is supposed to be scary and saying his name takes courage, so definitely we are killing him with our courage by saying his name.”
“How old are you guys? Thinking things like that.” The smile was back on Ms. Lucy’s face, she returned to her seat and continued talking. “Well then, I’ll tell you what. He’s present all the time, it’s just that mostly he’s not recognized. Sometimes he is the answer. Sometimes he can be heard, there are even times he is deafening, sometimes too he can be seen though right now you can’t understand it yet but remember that as words do, sometimes he is a killer, and seeing him is the first sign that he is about to kill.”
Everyone was listening intently to her as she said the last word. “Silence.” And joining with everyone she fell for it.
It was Marco who talked first. The healthiest in class, as Ms. Lucy does not permit the use of fat to describing him. “Silence,” he said. And then somebody backed him up, saying “Yeah, Marco killed silence.” And that made everyone laughing. The bell rang after that.
Ms. Lucy then called Matthew and I to stay. And she told us how he knew it was Matthew all along, she knew it by listening. She asked Matthew then to apologize to Ms. Cassandra when she returns, and she asked Matthew to promise not to point his finger again to anyone, not the promise Albert was talking about but a promise he won’t kill. And he promised. And as for me, she told me to learn how to be silent at times, because some times my own words bounce back at me.
Now, almost two decades after, I am currently working as a researcher on a network, and owns a bar that I personally manage, and is open every Thursday to Saturdays. And every time I am in the bar, I can see it, the silence in almost everyone. Although they keep talking, telling their recent journeys, or their work, I can see they are silenced inside. They are as silent as the night in the middle of the dessert.
Finally, I think I can understand what Ms. Lucy had told us, about seeing silence, about how it is needed to be killed before it kills its prey, because I’ve seen it kill. The problem is, we were never told how to kill it. I tried to take it away if not kill it, but then its owner slowly dies as I took it out of their lives. So then I decided nobody could kill it other than its owner.
As for me I just hope that silence will not kill me, because most of the time people observe other people and eventually they forget themselves.
What if tomorrow I forget,
The memories I hold dear,
That even your lovely name,
Will sound like that of a stranger to me.
What if I lost sight,
And to not see that my life is perfect,
With you by my side smiling,
Would you still care to put on that face?
Would the handsomest lover to come your way,
Be nothing near as compared to me?
Would the loveliest song to sing of love,
Be nothing compared to ours.
What if the whole world stopped,
and somehow killed you and I.
If at our next pace we die,
Would you still say my name,
after the three words of love.