best places...

the best place to cry is.... in my room, on my bed while i hug my pillow for comfort.

the best place to read is... on the front porch with my feet up on a stool and the sun shining bright on the flower beds.

the best place to eat is... still at the dining table at our house with my mom's scrumptuous meals hot and ready for me to gobble them all up.

the best place to swim is... any beach that is not too crowded and not murky with seaweeds and full of spiny rocks.... or any pool that is not too crowded and not too murky with other people's urine.. echhh.. ( i dont mind how deep the pool is, i can swim after all)

the best place to spend the night doing nothing is... my best friend mitch's house, of course in the company of my high school friends, a bag of chips and some soda.

the best place to watch a movie... on the couch, lying down, with the lights all dim and the remote control at the ready for rewinds ( in case there's a part worth repeating and repeating and repeating - yeh know what i mean!)

the best place to laugh is... anywhere... doesn't matter- its a spontaneous thing so...

the best place to sing is.. at church, where all the voices converge for a single purpose and not to overshadow one another like people tend to do elsewhere.

the best place to run is... around the ynares center in antipolo. one round could take like a whole 30 minutes- and that's doing a sprint!

the best place to feel liberation is.. at a park, lying on the grass and feeling the sunlight on your face as the gentle breeze sweeps your hair here and there.

the best place to talk is... at a coffee shop over a mocha frapp or hot cappuccino.

the best place to write is... inside the classroom, while the teacher is trying to explain some difficult topic you're sure you'd never understand even if you really tried... or while in transit, as the traffic gets clogged so does the pages of your notebook (never mind the shift of gears, the sudden stops and the noise they call music playing on the radio).

the best place to do something adventurous is... still my mind takes me to tanay rizal, where i first did rapel and crawl on mud...

the best place to keep secrets in is ... in my mind where no one can tamper with them however there is a downside to this, as years pass i tend to forget the names, the places, and the events that made all those memories so special... also, my treasure chest of sorts, where old letters from special and not so special people are kept.. where, tickets of concerts, plays and even stupid stuff like candy wrappers are kept..


more to follow on this.. sorry, im not done yet...