Ba de ya - say do you remember...

Do you remember the 21st night of september?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
while chasing the clouds away

Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day


Oh yeah! That’s the song that woke me up from my deep savory sleep. Urhgsss! Though id like to be bitter for interrupting my yummy doze, I couldn’t help myself but to enjoy the music – the rhythm airlifted my soul to the mountain top and kept my whole body banging on the floor! Hahahaha! That was a good trip to start my sunny Sunday! FYI that wasn’t my music, it’s from our neighbors’, a spot packed with youngsters enjoying the vigor of life. Two or three more energetic music had transpired with the holler noise of ecstasy coming from the broken larynx of those rockin’ rollies neighborhood, then... the sound had shut down and again silence had crept in. Just to break the stillness, I placed my cool jazz CD on the go followed by a slouched position of regression on the sofa with the thoughts of melancholy surging on my mind…”When was the last time I had a dance party with my friends? When was the last time I roared with gladness? When was the last time I felt so much bouncy about life? I could no longer remember - that’s for ages ago. I chose to be bitter, to sag with the downturns in life that made my skin more horrid, my thoughts more rabid, and my happiness to decline. I was hopeless then, a freaking pathetic animal accepting and holding on my loser’s script.

I just sat silently, pondering my jealousy to my neighbor’s vibrancy and to my time wasted with regrets and what-ifs feelings.
After a while, after digesting my self-made grief, I stood up and then...I danced!

Today, I choose not to be bitter! I choose to be happy though yesterday was a crap.
Sunny Sunday to all of you!



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