About Me
- Frances Ogilvie
- From the small town I call home, Philippines
- Hello, I'm Chai and you've never probably heard of me until now. I may be familiar to you because I've met you once when our souls crossed paths. In my past life, I was probably a princess living in Old England, or a World War II chronicler assigned to document the devastation in what is now called Turkey. I may have been a street urchin or a painter or an old Hollywood actress once. But the life I've chosen to hold on to is the life I'm living in right now and I'm glad I can share it with you.:)
You, Me and My Coffee
There's always one good thing about extremely scorching and lazy afternoons. For me, at least.
It's knowing that, as long as I have my overused yet pretty and trusty laptop, my ever so reliable internet connection, and a mug of my favorite blend of coffee, I can make time move as fast as I can without having to be all Narnia-y about it.
You see, a normal day in the life of one Frances Carleen Ogilvie is spent on this little bubble of mine which I'd like to call as "The House of Sloth". In my own public sphere, I don't have to worry about anything because time means nothing. And I can literally do whatever I want--no holds barred!--without worrying about what's really going on around me.
In my House of Sloth, I spend a considerable amount of time stalking one particular guy in Facebook.
I thank God that Facebook doesn't have that feature where it shows the profiles of the people who has last visited your page thing, because otherwise, I'll be seen stalking his page every, like, ten minutes and that would be beyond embarrassing. And I fervently pray that the clever creators of Facebook won't put it in their heads to ever do that, because I'm gonna quit the site altogether. HAHA.
Anyway, what's with this guy, you ask?
(It's so nice that I can get to blog about him in anonymity because there would be drawbacks should I mention who he is out loud. I won't say if he's from high school or college, to be safe, you know.)
Well, let's just say that knowing him and wanting to get close to him is perhaps one of the best decisions I've done in my life. Like a lot of the men I know, he's just so funny and down to earth and sincere, that it would be so hard not to get close to him, and it's like missing a quarter of the joy you deserve to get in your existence. I am not even kidding. Ask anyone I know and they'd attest to that.
I like looking at his page while drinking my coffee and laughing out loud like a complete retard at the randomest, uncanniest things he says and I find myself usually imagining himself saying it--you know, like how he'd say it and where the punchline would hit most hilariously--that kind of stuff. It's just that, I know him in a different level compared to the rest of the people who actually claim they know him, because there are rare instances when I'd catch him off guard staring out into space, like he has something he wants to share, but he's holding back. Through the years I have known him, I can easily imply that he's funny but he's got depth--something most of us don't have. And just like many men, he just usually keeps to himself and he's very introverted.
He's everybody guy--that's why it can be very difficult to be his girl.
In a daydream I conjure up every now and then, I'd imagine the two of us just hanging out in a far away place--distant from the city, that's for sure--while being the complete dorks we always have been, and finding humor in the strangest, most bizarre and uncalled for incidents or even people and just be worry free about the matters at hand. He just seemed so occupied since we last saw each other, and I just want to give him a carefree day where he doesn't have to answer to anything or to anyone and make those worry-creases that always appears on his forehead when he's stressed out just be gone, even for a few hours. And we'd enjoy the scenery while I have my coffee, and he has, well, his favorite water or juice because he's not really much of a caffeine lover. Then, in one of the silences, I'd tell him,
"Dude, seriously. Give yourself a break. Stop being a superhero.
You can't save the world, you know.
At least, save yourself once in a while."
For now, stalking him is the closest I can get to that dream get-away with that special friend whom I miss dearly.
It amazes me what paint can do. HAHA.
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