So this day didn’t turn out what I wanted to be, as what the other billions of people wanted their days to turn out. I ended up like them.. expected from something I did anticipate, soul-wrenching decisions that came like a comet hungry to crash down on me upon impact, and a fistful of misunderstandings and confusions none can interpret.
February 8, 2012 – you do know how to make a mark on my calendar; a mark that doesn’t vanish with a flick of a hand, a mark that cannot be wiped away with the strongest chemical. A terrible mark.. a mark that cannot-be-mentioned who inflicted, a mark that left me with an imaginary question mark dangling above my head..
..but across the myriad of tribulations and misapprehensions, there’s still the presence of existing buoyancy, of hope, and of gratefulness. And so they say, when one person leaves a door open, there is a probability that another person might come in. Thus, in goodbyes, good still comes with it.. appreciative and not always in pain.. hence, the “GOOD” in a “goodbye”.
Though this day was wrecked by a strong tidal situation that went out of hand, a strong calming wind still came after it.. with a song that calms through the deepest of the cores.
Making a mark.. Literally, and figuratively. (Don’t expect the latter to be presented here, with pictures and everything. I want my mood to rise up the mercury level, break the glass that contained it; I want my mood soaring up and up and up..)
The beauty in Sundaes
I admire these beautiful ice creams/sundaes from Zari somewhere in the campus Commercial Center. It raised my mood from pathetic dull to pulsating bright.. lip-smacking and irresistible. I’ll be sure to comeback, and take a spoonful of those beautiful jolly holidays again! (Stress-relievers, believe me! ..at reasonable price too!) Yum! *Thanks May’a for the treat! Yiii!*
A Real Physical Mark
I shouldn’t be grateful and all.. But I ended up smiling because of this ring-like brownish mark under my arm. Why? Because so many people were concerned. C’mon, wouldn’t you be thankful if everyone asks you or jolts right in front of you saying, “Saff! What’s that? Ok ka lang (Are you ok)?!”, “My God, ano nangyari sayo? (What happened to you?)” or “Waah! Pagamot ka, inu anan?! (Go to the hospital, what happened?)” ..so instead of feeling worried, the boat turned upside down and I felt the feeling of “being-loved” all of a sudden. (I know right?? CORNY.)
Friends of mine gave me these two memorable objects, which are placed among the highest spot in my bookshelf. The book The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran was given to me by Kuya Junver, I didn’t have the time to read it yet, but Im sure I will soon. It’s a promise. The yellow envelope on the other hand was given to me by Suie, along with a number of bookmarks and books to read (which ended up staying with me for a year! haha). The envelope is colored yellow (which is one of my favorites since it stands for happiness. See? I AM that OPTIMIST.) And the characters are, well.. Korean. With a letter inside too, ALSO written in Korean. Hehe. She just loves Korean culture. But anyway, the point is, THEY know that I love reading and stuff like that.. so they gave me things which would be stuck in my sill, and my heart. (Weh? CORNY point again.)
So what the hell is wrong with me and I go ABBA all of a sudden? – NOTHING. Because I’ am still that old school music lover who worships The Beatles, does Abba music for breakfast, and shouts “Mamaaaaa!” when Queen’s songs are played. But what song marked my inopportune and notorious February 8? LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME by Abba. I just admire how they say: “Don’t go wasting your emotion!” I CAN relate. Haha! *LSS for this unfortunate day. I hummed this when I wrote this entry.
So that ends my February 8, 2012! Should I be happy and forget everything? Urgh. I just have to be thankful for the other days before today, and prepare for something bigger for tomorrow and the rest. I’ll just be the normal me.. smile and wink at everything beautiful around. May it be living or inanimate? Haha. Smile.