It's been 4 years now...

... and life with you is

sometimes nutty ...

sometimes sour ...

sometimes funny ...

sometimes dour ...

It's been 4 years now ... My mornings with you are all the same but hey, I do not mind because it comforts me over and over.

It's been 4 years now ... We laugh out real hard and talk about silly things like it's the first time we've talked about it.

Thank you ... It has been 4 years now and we took the long shot without excuses. We will face yet another year. I guess this is the part that I say ...

i love you...

(ayyeeee!!! Gilokk!!!)

BRINGING THE DOLLS by: Merlie M. Alunan

Sharing a poem from my favorite professor, Prof. Merlie Alunan

Two dolls in rags and tatters,

one missing an arm and a leg,

the other blind in one eye -

I grabbed them from her arms,

“No”, I said, “they cannot came”.

Each tight luggage

I had packed

only for the barest need:

no room for sentiment or memory

to clutter with loose ends

my stern resolve. I reasoned,

even a child must learn

she cannot take

what must be left behind.

And so the boat turned seaward,

a smart wind blowing dry

the stealthy tears I could not wipe.

Then I saw- rags, tatters and all-

there among the neat trim packs,

the dolls I ruled to leave behind.

Her silence should have warned me

she knew her burdens

as I knew mine:

her clean white years unlived-

and paid my price.

She battened on a truth

she knew I too must own:

when what’s at stake

is loyalty or love,

Hers are the true rights.

Her own faiths she must keep, not I.

One fine morning ...

I had a meaningful birthday this year... It's the first time I got a birthday 'harana', did not mind that it cut my beautiful sleep short (they had it at 4am). I got to talk to my very young nephews and nieces and my Bombay is concerned that I could get sad here in Cebu because I don't have my family here. It was cute (sort of... because he is just 5yrs old) that he asked but it did made me think and look back.

I had been working here in Cebu for almost 5 years now... in a bit, I was making decisions on my own. I can't say I welcomed it with open arms (I'm used to having my parents decide for me..) but I had been asking for a chance to live outside our home, a bit far... errr ... farther. I did not exactly know why I want to live separately, I just feel that I have to. Now, going back to Eiram's question about me being sad... yeah, there are 'sad' times but I guess I'll never feel I have lived if I had not been sad, happy, disappointed, etc... it's the 'life' as we know it.

Thank you very much to those people who made my birthday a very extraordinary one. Thank you Migraine... even your snore makes my day. :)