BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

i've never been told that i was pretty.

but "hermoso"? yes.

well actually, i've been called "pretty" by these two mexican guys on a flight. it became sorta a nickname for me the entire 15-hour journey back. "muy bonita", no?

thing is, for the longest time, i've been a wallflower.

that mentality stuck. and even till today, i can never truly feel like the belle of the ball (even if i was presented as one).

now that's not a bad thing.

i mean...i've been kept, feet planted firmly on the ground. i'm still standing straight though.

in my element, i'd shine. but that's because that quivering little wimp has decided to shut herself in her tiny little corner for some downtime instead of dominating my self.

between the dialectics of good and evil, you'd think she'd fall on the side of the angel.

in my case, however, i believe she sits firmly on the side of the two-horned asshole that resides on my right shoulder.

she's my bane, but i need her to be there.

to stab me in the heart should pride build me up.

she's keeping the men at bay too...and for that, i'm thankful.

i'm not sure if the sudden surge of empowerment is a good thing, but i sure am glad that i've just lost the semi-need for a hug.

sometimes, it may be better for people to keep their emotions in check.

sigh.

i'm glad, though, that i emanate enough radiance for people to call me "hermoso".

angus: don't worry. if you don't get to watch me perform, i'll sing for you. and if you don't get to watch me dance, i'll dance for you. thank you for being so supportive and accomodating =)