This Starbucks is playing their Favorite Film Music Spotify playlist. Songs like “Chim Chim Cher-ee” and “My Heart Will Go On” and “Listen” is making it difficult to focus. All I want to do is sing along…
I was tempted to replace my topic to a Wednesday Woe post just so I could complain but I’ve already done a rant not too long ago… No point in reliving these kind of troubles unless it’ll get you something -like free flyer miles after submitting a formal written complaint about the flight attendant spilling tomato juice all over you. Which, by the way, did NOT happen to me.
Anyway, every time I come to a cafe like this one, with people vigorously tapping away on laptops or discussing some kind of business, I like to imagine what kind of activities they might be up to. What could he be looking at with laser focus on his Mac? What are they talking about so excitedly that involve patents and dollar figures? What is she writing in her notebook, ever so lazily with the occasional pause and sigh? And why is that pastry-eating child staring at me?
And then my thoughts veer to the hundreds of individuals that have passed through the cafe’s doors just today. I wonder how many of their lives are more hectic than mine or more exciting or more routine. And I wonder what kind of ideas are conjured by the sight me? Especially that child who is finished with is pastry but still keeping an eye on me, albeit more discreetly, while his parents chat together in Spanish. Three times now I’ve caught his gaze and he’s abruptly turned his head away each time.
At the passing of a young Great Uncle, I remember that very little in life is guaranteed. Even heaven and earth may pass away so what is there in this world that will remain?
Today’s adventures unraveled in the small town of Universal City. And in that little town is the exciting amusement park called Universal Studio Hollywood. And established inside this entertainment locale is the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. And it was here that the facades of Hogsmeade storefronts got my imagination turning and romantic yearnings rekindled… Even as my head knew the work of cameras and illusions, I was transported to another reality and my heart almost didn’t know the difference between fact and fiction.
This February I have this goal of posting an entry here every day, except Sundays. Perhaps this isn’t much of an achievement for most, but I’m not part of that most. Indeed, 28 days do make a short month and after excluding Sundays It’ll only be 23 days starting tomorrow. So really, I think I should convince myself that this is not a big deal and I shouldn’t have a single problem. None.
Well, we’ll see.
So I really like our new apartment on the second floor. But there are two inconvenient aspects that my roommate and I have discovered:
A) We are stationed at a highly busy intersection and though it’s not bad during the day, it surely sounds louder than a circus at night.
B) The last waves of summer swelter are truly testing our heat tolerance
I easily addressed the former issue with green earplugs. Green as in the color and not that they are eco-friendly although they might be as well. I actually got them a while ago and had only used them a few times on the plane. I used to have a problem with using them at night as they felt quite obstructive in my ears and handicapped my ability to detect a midnight burglar.
The second problem is trickier. I’m unwilling to buy an AC unit while my hopes for impending fall weather are so strong. Thankfully our windows bring in a nice draft and our ceiling fans don’t mind working overtime. Still, last night, neither one of us could sleep very well until we approached the wee hours of the morning. I hope I was able to expel out a lot of impurities at the least with all the sweating I did.
Tonight both of us are in a cafe, chillin’ and working. It works out because we have yet to set up our wifi. Hopefully by next week both the weather will chill out and we’ll be surfing the net at home!
Until then…Starbucks will be our best friend.
I recently discovered I’m a hopeful pessimist. I’ve been thinking about how this explains a lot about me, good and bad, while not projecting myself as so until I figure out to what level this is actually a good thing.
If I became invisible right this moment, I wonder if my first reaction would be panic or amazement. What if I couldn’t see myself? That would be freaky! I’d have to trust my limbs were doing what my brain was telling them to do.