Twenty two

Many people claim that they are weird and despite the unconventional me, I happen to be one of them. Often, I find myself drifting to some fantasy land, imagining scenarios that would never come to life. I even remember that as a kid, I would go to our garage every afternoon and do some monologue, as if I’m in a telenovela of sorts. When I’m not so busy living in my own world, I’d go questioning things. Like if one should be contented in life or should he be not and continue to strive for more? Or why people go to great lengths just to fill their bank account when in fact, you couldn’t bribe Satan when he welcomes you in hell. Sometimes, I wonder if God’s plans are laid out in some kind of a flowchart such that we still have to suffer the consequences of our own actions. Because otherwise, why the need to decide? It’s like saying that babies are condemned to be angels or demons the moment they’re born.

I don’t know if such thoughts ever crossed a normal person’s mind but these, my friends, and more are what keeps me awake late at night. Why you’d often caught me lost in thought and why I don’t trust anyone with them. But there’s this quote that goes,

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

And I’m lucky that I have found my perfect match. The one person I could sit with for hours and not run out of topic to talk about. The sole being that could make me burst into laughter in no time and make my eyes misty just by setting his voice one tone up. He’s the one man that did not simply tried to know me but also exerted some great deal of effort to understand me, to figure me out and as much as I hate it, predict me.

For the first time ever, I felt comfortable being with a living creature other than the rabbits at our backyard. Slowly, he managed to turn off the force field that I so painstakingly built around my fragile heart. I gave him my trust and entrusted him with my deepest secrets.

In his person, I found a prince charming who’s “never romantic” but somehow, always sweeps me off my feet by saying, or rather writing, something like

“But burning my ass wouldn’t be as fun without her beside me. (She’s the one who makes everything nice. ‘La lang)”

But of course it’s not only his words that melts my heart and drops my jaw. His acts of love, ranging from holding my hand while crossing the road to hugging me after I scratched his arm with my nails, always makes me want to thank God for him.

We came from two opposing poles of life but needless to say, we sought balance and learned to accept our differences. It wasn’t easy for he’s got his own vices that I had to deal with and I’ve got my own. But as I always say,

“Nothing worth having ever comes easy.”

And I’ve promised myself that I’d bear with him no matter what. After all, if not for him, I’d still be in my collared shirt and worn out pants. It was him who made me feel beautiful and taught me how to walk with my head held high. And like a baby who just turned one, he taught me words, phrases, sentences until I could order my own burger at McDonald’s. The warmth that always radiates from him is what calmed me down during my tantrums and in turn, I’ve understood what Absolem meant by,

“Nothing was ever accomplished with tears.”

He made me brave. I am who I am now because he changed me. He inspired me.

So on this special, I salute and congratulate him for daring to get the apple that is me on top of the tree. For being the most reliable person who’s ever walked on the planet, the best confidante around and a survivor of the now endangered species of real men.

Happy birthday! Thank you for bringing out the best in me! :*

Your better half loves you more. It’s beyond words to tell how much I do.

 

 

- Thank you. Your writing has always made me glad. Best birthday gift ever!  

Posted by fillernotebook on January 16, 2012 at 10:15 PM | What do you know?

The stars in heaven always remind me that there is something more to life than what we see every day. It’s as if watching the stars liven up the night is a paradox, a constant reminder of what it truly is: something dead.  Although the context would not always happen to be melancholic, it just goes to show that we truly have to think things over before we actually process them in the mind to come up with a fit and better judgment.

Of course there are always people around us who could become easy targets of our assessments and measures. Sometimes, the shallow and facile part of their existence already says a lot on who he / she really is. Most often than not, however, most people tend to be bathed in their own ideas of life that they often forget how to act themselves: that is, they are judged on who they’re really not, it being the total irony of everything.

Some people, however, act as if, as the cliché goes, the world is their huge playground. They have been children ever since they knew they were, and their smiles are as true and as pure as a unique snowflake. Their presence makes the world more colourful and more vibrant, an additional complement to the azure sky that we always look up to for hope.

I always consider myself very fortunate to have in my life someone very true who happens to be close to my heart. Although one could always judge her for her extremely shy attitude, she never lived to pretend nor pretended to live. She simply tried to pretend that life around her is always the happiness and joy that she grew up with; she always tried her best to look at the bright side, even though all hopes were turned aside. Being the only person I could trust on almost all aspect of life, I never found a time when she turned me down.

So, to the person who never thinks twice and so ending up being the most horrible liar in the world, happy birthday! May your 20th year here on earth be marked with a stain which you, like the kids on a kindergarten playground during recess time, would truly be proud of.

Your better half loves you, since you’re the best!

 

Posted by fillernotebook on January 13, 2012 at 12:08 AM | 4 Tried

Christmas

Is once again, over.

Children with their gifts,

Parents with their children,

All happy under the glowing tree.

But if you think about it, does it really matter

As after the season passes by, as after the warmth of the holidays subsides

We are left with nothing but empty pockets: anxiety and disdain, fueled by the unjust spending

Which is all for nothing. But then again, does it really matter? When what the good heart desires

Was obtained, was felt, was partook. The money which used to stain pure minds

Used to be given to the purest of hearts. Worth it.

So as we are left with the infinitesimal time, 

Left with a few days before school,

We cram: enthusiastically hard

Giving it all we have got

As if it isn't New Year.

 

I hope the tree that I made

May not be as bad and as 

Poor, as mediocre and as 

dull as this gift. I hope as

well, that classes do not

Resume as fast as it would

This year. Hindi pa kasi ako

tapos sa homework ko eh!!

Posted by fillernotebook on January 1, 2012 at 10:34 PM | What do you know?

Now it has really been a while since I have last blogged that I am actually starting to forget how to do it.

Specifically, if you prefer, how I do it.

It's funny. Ideas do not flow as much as they used to anymore. Perhaps creativity is truly associated with a profound surge of emotions: happiness, sadness, fear, anxiety, you name it. Dwell on something too much and you'll have a decent entry. Cry over spilled milk and you would have an idea as thick as the said liquid to bathe yourself with.

Ahh. Maybe I am really happy now, maybe I'm truly contented. That's it. I think I have found another output which would deplete the huge reservoir of emotions I once used as a source for my writing. Maybe this is something bigger; maybe this is more compelling than scribbling my life with black and white. Maybe this is what would push me to live my life. Maybe...

Maybe this, my dear reader, might, could, would, or must, be better.

Well then, I am not sure if I should be that glad about it. I have considered writing as one of my strong points, if not one of the best ones. I have loved the deed ever since half a decade ago and I'm not really sure that I could let it slip away like a quiet breeze on a Saturday morning.

I am afraid I know myself now more than anytime in my life. As I am starting to grow up really fast, I see that writing is starting to lag behind. But then again, maybe sometime soon, maybe in another world, maybe when no one is looking, I could enstrange myself from myself again.

That way, and as it was once before, I would be more of a writer...

...and less of what I write.

Currently listening to: Closing Time
Posted by fillernotebook on December 8, 2011 at 09:17 PM | What do you know?

Dundundun!

Well thanks to Dear's tumblr and I now have my own hit counter!

That way I could keep track of the number of people who visit my site and on the long run be able to quantify my chances for a Palanca Award.

Hihi.

But then I should start writing in tagalog.

Kulang pa ako sa praktis, eh!

Posted by fillernotebook on November 18, 2011 at 08:43 AM | What do you know?
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