Adrift in a sea of change,
A curmudgeon heart, a misplaced value of growth
The longest exeunt in the modern world
In a vacuum of hopes and promises,
A story heavily grounded on metaphor,
Dark and nameless.
The present, a precipice of shaded happiness
Past is but a fire of shadowy images
But tomorrow never knows
Surrender to the void.
Future, an overzealous investment
Strong enough to tether you to yourself
I long to arrive even before getting there
For once life, cohere.
Not since the birth of Christ
himself has a miracle of this enormity embraced and blessed the human race. Yes people, that day that we’ve dreamed of
since our eyes were graced with kaleidoscopic view of colors. That day has finally come true—my birthday has
fall due. (Did I exaggerate that? Blame it all to the hokey song I just heard
for writing that, what I hope to call, POEM)
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| Number 1 and the secret (HAHA) |
This month has been grilling me
since day 1 for a reason that’s utterly obvious, say it—Moi getting a year older!
NUMBERS! I abhor everything about you except when you come in a form of a currency.
My dislike for numbers can be traced back from the genes deeply entrenched in
my (“curvacious”) body.
I can prove that to you through
this consequential evidence. My 67 year-old Grandma, while watching an
afternoon soap, raised her hand somewhat counting 1-2-3 like we do when we were
in grade two, suddenly stood up and asked the crowd (us), “How many 100 pesos
are there in one million?” COULD YOU BELIEVE THAT? Her disheveled face
evidenced how confused she was at that time. So you can’t blame me for pouring dismissive
and disinterested antics over numbers. It makes people crazy! And now it stings
me again on my birthday! By the way, my Grandma was a Supervisor in DepEd
before she retired so it’s just us against numbers.
Anyways, in my disturbed state of consciousness, I want to impart these sappy insights of a girl who’s now getting a year older in her rather distracted world of constant consumption (patay-gutom kahit sa blog?)
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| I love birthday cakes! (Thanks love) |
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| And the cake again :) |
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| People often misspell my name (How 'bout Shame Lie?) |
On what I
don’t need and can’t leave without. (I must have read this somewhere)
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| CAUTION: There are snakes everywhere (even in life) |
1. Listen to people moderately. You can’t
expect all the people to appreciate you because we’re born insecure. And we can’t live a happy life if we continue
to mind what they have to say—do good or bad, people will have to say something
about it. I used to stick by what I believe is a great idea of pleasing people
but now, this idea floats aimlessly along with other principles that once
defined me. If you keep yourself too busy
worrying about them then you won’t have enough time to return the love to those
who cares for you. Being positive is
being comfortable with yourself, as long as you’re not hurting anybody.
People that you don’t need:
A. Pop-ups: Those
people who will “pop-up” when they need something from you. Can relate? I think
that we all have the tendency to be pop-ups which means that we have to be conscious.
People might take it against us.
B. BUT people:
E.g.
YOU: Hey friendship, I bought this new outfit and I can’t wait
to try it on for the party! I think it’s really cute on me.
FRIEND: Really, girl? I’m so happy for you! BUT I think it doesn’t
fit you well. Your belly bulge is protruding and you look a lot older than you
are. People will probably notice that and it’s very embarrassing, you know.
(Hush! Go get yourself a mirror and see what you’re made of?) These people will
never be happy for you and it’s their problem, so leave it that way.
C. Selfish: They think
that they have bigger problems than you and it’s enough excuse for you not to
bother them, even if it’s them who’s becoming your problem. I have lots of
encounters with these kinds; they will make you feel exhausted and frustrated
altogether. Don’t do that.
As the old aphorism goes, “Do 100 good things
and people will remember the single blunder.”
2. Cushy
lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to be the next Henry Sy. That
would be the crux of my existence! I can literally shop ‘til I drop, go on
vacations whenever and wherever I want, buy me-self the biggest diamond, haute
couture outfits, and get married under the sea (That would be heaven on earth!)
But in reality, that would be next to impossible unless the whole
universe will conspire to my dreams—soon (LOL.) While money is important to
humans, it is also the root of all evil. I may be dreaming to be rich and
willing to work hard for it but I also submit myself to His will. As the
reality of life slowly unfolds before me, I am making a promise now; I shall
not accumulate my wealth at the expense of the others.
3. Fortress
of solitude—family, friends, a dog, a lover and bed. (haha)
A.
There ain’t
broken in a broken family. While the language says it’s correct to use
the term “broken family,” I refuse to think that it’s proper. The connection
and love between family members can never be broken even if it’s under the
guise of the term broken family. Even if they’d be oceans and continents apart,
you can never break what has been linked by blood. I say this because even if
my parents got separated and had a family of their own (Mom is not remarried)
they’re still my parents and I’m still
their daughter and I still have their blood and genes running through my veins. We may not stay under the same roof but we
stay in each other’s heart.
B.
Friends. No, it’s not normal to have none! Find
yourself some true ones, you need some craziness once in a while and they’re
the right people to tag along.
C. Lackie I’m in love with my dog. Lackie is my raucous dog and although sometimes I forgot to give him a bath, he still treats me as his boss. I like the idea that he can love me and not wanting so much in return, love in its truest sense.
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| My little LACKIE charm :) |
C. Lackie I’m in love with my dog. Lackie is my raucous dog and although sometimes I forgot to give him a bath, he still treats me as his boss. I like the idea that he can love me and not wanting so much in return, love in its truest sense.
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| The Battle of the Tight-Pants! (AHAHA) |
D.
Lover. My
boo-boo, love, is my partner, best friend, confidant, personal driver, bodyguard,
alarm clock, messenger, reminder, planner, and diary all rolled into one. (and
a lot more) He’s this person who knows me best, more than I know myself. I love
it most whenever he says that I’m his life and his everything. I honestly think
that it’s the other way around<3
E.
Bed. My bed is my path to
contentment, my ever-obsequious servant. This is my home inside our home. My silent
witness, he feels my heartbeat, caresses my aching body from a day’s labor,
warms my spirit and recharges my primal energy. (Not to mention the secretive sound
of every farts and snores, NASTY!)
Age. Just
numbers as they say BUT when you hate numbers, you’ll definitely feel the same
for your age. (HAHA) Seriously, I’m thankful for another year, another chance, another
possibility of realizing my dreams. With
age comes wisdom.
I got so many things that I want to share but this has to end
here or else I’ll blabber like somebody dead to the world! There’s going to be
Part 2 for this where I could share pictures of my actual birthdayJ
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Live in love <3
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