I just realized that I do have a morning ritual after all, despite the fact that on most mornings I feel like I’m just stumbling around my shoebox of a studio apartment trying to get ready for the day ahead.
Here’s what I discovered I usually do on mornings when I’m not too harrassed with early-morning chores (an often unwanted and inconvenient, but truly necessary, aactivity for ‘independent’ single young girls like me):
Usually, I…
wake up…
sleepily sit up on my sofa bed…
doze off again…
wake up again…
light my aromatherapy thing (lemongrass, to ‘awaken the senses’)…
take a shower…
dress up…
drink coffee…
stare into space…
brush my teeth…
fix myself up…
Of the above, I love staring into space the most! 
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I realized this when I answered the post titled “Morning Rituals”
in FemaleNetwork.com’s GIRLTalk.
You can check out other people’s morning rituals or share your own here too.
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There’s a storm outside, and it’s called Jolina, after one of the current local teen celebrities in the country. Didn’t even wait until she died to name a storm after her. Crazy country, I say.
Actually, I didn’t immediately believe it when Markie (hi, sweetie! texted me to say that the storm’s name was Jolina. I thought he was pulling my leg the way he usually does about pop trivia or current events that I’m ignorant of.
(Example:
Markie: “Do you know that Quezon City is the Food Capital of the Philippines?
Me: (pleasantly surprised and completely believing this bit of trivia) Really?
Markie: NO. Hahaha!)
We were supposed to hang out at Lafflines yesterday night with one of my best gal pals, Trixy, and my brother Am-am, but it was raining so hard that we decided to postpone the gimik. Sayang, because I was really looking forward to watching the stand-up comedy in Lafflines, which featured gay comedians.
Markie and I ended up eating at this place called UNO in Tomas Morato. We finished dinner at around 10:30 pm, and had a hard time getting a cab. The walk down the road in the rain reminded me of one of my favorite poems, Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night”.
And no, I don’t think this is a poem about a prostitute.
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain –and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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Want more of Robert Frost? Here are some of his poems.
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