I've been away from my virtual life this past few days. It doesn't mean that the cold-blooded angst of a writer inside me is hibernating. It only means that I'm relaying my emotions into a different medium lately: through story-telling.
I find myself enjoying my son's imaginative state right now. I have to admit that I even dreamt his world of Mario, Space Pilots and 3D cartoons. Oftentimes I play the role of Pilot Number 2, Master Shifu, Luigi and other supporting characters - of course my son plays the protagonist, it's his world after all. My wife Jody always play the leading female character.
This role-playing would include almost everything Jas does: Waking up in the morning (with Jody narrating Mario bros' story), eating, brushing the teeth, playing in the bathtub, popo, weewee until the last activity for the day -- putting him into sleep.
After sending my son to the sandman, I would extend my story-telling with Jody. There's nothing more relaxing than outpouring your boring day's story. It must have been a burden to her with my boring talks, but she always listen. She would tell me stories of her day and we would share jokes about it. We usually end up laughing about almost everything until a complaining movement, from a tiny person between us, ends our conversation.
Sometimes, we would just watch movies in the laptop, procrastinating our review for the Masters' Compre Exam - and sometimes we just go straight to sleep, too tired to even talk about anything.
I'm not sure if my insomniac early mornings, working or studying in front of my PC, will soon come back, especially with the workload and the nearing compre exam...but what the heck, I'm enjoying my life. Maybe someday I can use it as another bedtime story to tell.
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