It has been a while since I last had a blinding* moment. It has been months, I believe. I only get to experience it when I go to Malate and the last time I did, I was too wasted to remember how I got home.

I was on a cab home to Pasig this morning and as I passed through Guadalupe bridge, I noticed something spectacular. I looked to my right and morning light was breaking. I could even see Laguna Lake. I looked to my left and darkness still enveloped everything in slumber. Thank God I have photographic memory. I not only immortalized the magnificent view but I also captured the fantastic feeling of witnessing the beauty of God's masterpiece. Thank you God.

I remember that morning in Sariaya a couple of years ago with UPLB Betans. Everyone was asleep except for Rory, Tano and myself. We witnessed such an exquisite sunrise in the horizon. I would've wanted to share it with *bleep* but he was out cold. That moment would remain as one the rare unforgettable ones in my life that constantly makes me see life's beauty.

[This woulda been a lengthy detailed account of my funn evening with mah bebe Belle (who from this point on shall be called Dan because she refuses to be girly) but a power fluctuation caused the whole friggin' post to disappear beyond recovery. I'm too pissed to reconstruct now which pisses me off even more.]

*blinding - that moment when you are blinded by sunrise when coming out of a bar/club or on your way home from a bar/club. Party people who constantly experience blinding moments may be spotted as they carry (not wear) shades or sunglasses when they go out at night.

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*.* as if! @ 8:35:00 PM • • RBJ