Archive for May, 2014


I chastised myself today for even entertaining the thought of feeling bad I wasn’t as normal like everybody else.

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Writing On The Window

I was hanging out at a Krispy Kreme store when I suddenly noticed this girl scribbling “Hello!” on the frosty window using her fingers. At the time she did so there were like 3 groups of customers and I was the nearest. A girl customer approached my table and I thought she knew the girl outside but the former was only curious to check if there was a vacant power outlet nearest my table. For a while it seemed nobody paid heed and I had almost fallen to my own paranoia that I could finally be seeing a ghost. The girl scribbled some more words and even decorated her Hello! as if to enclose it in a virtual cloud.

Amazingly she wrote it in a way that the words she formed outside the window would be readable to those inside. She erased and rewrote and modified and couldn’t even bring herself to go inside. By the time all the crew in the front counter looked up and stopped what they were so busy about, the girl outside had already used up three wide windows to showcase her attention-grabbing writing skills. I do remember seeing the word DOUGHNUTS written in caps. She was copying some words from the Krispy Kreme posters. One of the crew brought a cup of water and the girl walked towards the parking lot to meet him.

I was doing my usual routine at work around 11am when I noticed a familiar Twitter handle. The retweet was specifically about Australian labor deaths at a workforce and its statistics. I then recalled I had in fact passed by the original tweet way earlier in the morning but couldn’t focus because I was monitoring other topics.

I had to laugh at the coincidence. The original poster of the tweet was none other than the guy who rented a room in Elk’s family’s house. I was introduced to him 2 years ago and in a short while things had soured – he blocked me on Twitter and I eventually had to block him, too. Tit for tat. He thought I was mean, but I figured from his last vitriolic e-mail that he sided with an even greater evil. Showed how brainwashed this guy was, accusing me of something with lesser facts to back him up other than the testimony of the greater evil. How scientific and logical of the oaf to shut out the other side of the story.

And then guess who I unexpectedly ran into at around 3pm this afternoon but none other than an acquiantance with Elk’s namesake. Hahahaha!

The Cosmic never ceases to amuse me.

35

I just turned 35 yesterday and I hear the proverbial questions and suggestions about getting married. I find it funny that’s all the people around me could ask about. It betrays a common societal perception that procreation and matrimony is almost always a requirement for a woman with increasing age. I find this pathetic even though I know my friends meant well.

I find many fall into this trap of wanting to get married without first even trying to get to know their Selves even better. I see most of my high school friends go the same path like its the only ultimate goal in this life to work towards that they forget to follow or chase their own dreams. Once they have kids they project their own dreams onto their children until they feel as old as their age because they have stopped learning or trying out new things.

I’ve drifted apart with some friends because I’ve carved my own path and they seem to have followed a set route in life that I couldn’t relate to most of them anymore. I don’t have anything against married life and having one’s own progeny if the timing is right. But I could honestly say that I’ve never been more realistic and honest with myself than these past few years and nothing else matters than that. I had struggled with being so different in my earlier years because of the constant need to seek validation – I had thought being validated by the majority was equivalent to a realistic experience but I often found I was slowly betraying myself and the essence of my present reincarnation. I’ve also grown to listen closely to my intuition because even though it speaks softly, its implications have always been that of Truth.

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