Friday, February 1, 2013


I have been wrecking my brain the past few days trying to figure out what I could write that could be really entertaining, but though I tried to have an imaginary friend growing up, I was just never able to conjure one up, probably because I was never that creative.  Though, having said that, I was always good in tricking my younger cousin into believing that things existed and were present in the room, when they really weren't. I think because I was the older one, she just took me by my word and only when she became older, did she realize that either I was completely crazy, or I was trying to make her crazy.

I remember telling her once that some mythical creatures had called a secret meeting and that the two of us were invited and that she should stop doing her homework and come with me. She did and we spent a few minutes sitting in silence because I assured her the creatures were there, but she was too polite to say anything at the time. Did I mention we were only 7 or 8 years old at the time? Guess I had a flair for the dramatic back then. 

I can't remember whether I believed in the creatures too back then, or whether I was just a compulsive liar or something. I remember telling her these things, but I can't imagine or remember why. 

Not quite myself

I have no idea why, but I have not been feeling like myself. Even being in my own skin feels alien.  The good news is that I still managed t...