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Jana

Jana

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Jana!

My FRIENDS knock on my door to check me out if I’m still awake. ~ My BESTFRIEND just barges right through and yell, “Jan, I’m home!”

My FRIENDS look around when they enter my room. ~ My BESTFRIEND parades as she has memorized every single corner of it!

My FRIENDS ask permission when they borrow my stuff, and say “Thank you!” Upon returning them the next day. ~ My BESTFRIEND just shops around though I’m not there then say, “Jan, I borrowed your this and this and that and that. Just tell me when you need them!”

My FRIENDS say, “Hi, July! How are you?” When whenever we meet at work. ~ My BESTFRIEND kisses me and say, “I love you, okay?” In every situation!

My FRIENDS say, “Thank you!” When I offer them my food. ~ My BESTFRIEND just plomps herself lousily on a chair and say, “Good! You cooked. I’m hungry!” Without any invitation at all.

My FRIENDS mention my name when they talk about me. ~ My BESTFRIEND says, “My July.” When she talks about me.

My FRIENDS listen when I talk. ~ My BESTFRIEND is all ears on me like she’s hearing the last words on the planet when I talk.

My FRIENDS celebrate Friendship Day every once in awhile. ~ I celebrate it everytime I’m with my BESTFRIEND!

My FRIENDS are just a few. ~ My BESTFRIEND is my Bosnian kid!

She’s European ~ I’m Asian!

She’s got four seasons ~ I got two!

She’s got 3 big chunks of land ~ I got 7,107!

She’s got beautiful medieval places ~ I got a Summer getaway!

She kicked ass as she won over Team Russia during a European Kick Boxing Championship Tournament ~ I write everytime I’m frustrated and want to kick someone’s ass right down the next corner!

She makes a cup of coffee ~ I drink it!

She starts a thought ~ I finish it!

She consumes my condiments ~ I consume her bread!

She likes my rice ~ I like her coffee!

She likes the way I agree to disagree ~ I like the way she convinces me!

She likes my type of crazy ~ Oh, please! She just obviously got no idea that she’s way worse than ever!

A beautiful friendship with a beautiful start. ~ No drama, no bullshit!

And, I will never trade it over anything that may knock on my motor!

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2017 in Lyrics of Life

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

real moments

A real moment in time!  This is an old picture I uploaded on Facebook captured last June 29, 2011.  I was with my sister by heart but not biologically related best friend named Wilmzie with his brother, Chris who captured this caught-in-a-moment, self-detailed photo for without any warning, he just flipped his camera from its case and decided to take our picture in this not-sure-to-be-trusted place at night for some reported phone snatch scenes randomly occurred.

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It all started so funny for the three of us, so unplanned, unprepared, without any permission from the elders, decided to go to Enchanted Kingdom in Laguna, Philippines where all different kinds of Unlimited Rides of a lifetime can be found and enjoyed for the whole day.  So many things and unexpected events occurred along the way as we traveled to this nearby province just an hour and a half away up north Manila yet, we still managed to get there safely around three in the afternoon.

Then the magic began and the day started just right!

We enjoyed the whole day, taking unlimited pictures in almost every corner of the whole park and bravely taking breathtaking rides.

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We enjoyed the food as well and talk along the way.  Everything in there was already almost nearly perfect and though we arrived there late in the afternoon, we still all felt like we got there since morning and enjoyed the rest of the day.

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We did enjoy everything in there and the companionship of us, three as well.  We were like little kids running from one ride to another, laughing at one joke to another, eating from one store to another and living our lives like there was no tomorrow.  Bottomline is, it was all F-U-N!

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It’s already night when we left the place and commuted a provincial bus back to Manila and along the way, we’re still very happy.  A lot of talks and chit-chats and knickknacks on the other hand.

I happened to be the walking map at this one-day out and I somehow got confused on where to stop to get home.  Bravely I assumed I knew it all along and so we stopped at a certain bus stop.

As we got off the bus, I looked around and definitely, it’s EDSA, the main access road in the whole Metro Manila that takes a traveler from one city to another city within the metro.  I proudly said, “Yah, we’re here!  And all we need is just one more bus ride and we’re home.”  Then so I tried to call for a bus yet none of them stopped over.  There were a lot of buses passing us yet none of them even dared to look at us.

“That’s weird!”  I whispered then I looked around again and there I realized that we made a wrong stop.  The right one was still almost half a kilometer away which we needed to walk at that time.  I so hated it.  I hated it because it was my mistake.  I always hate making mistakes and above all, to suffer the consequences there is to take.  Worse was that, it even took us minutes for us me to realize it.

So there, we walked until we got to the right bus stop.  Wilmz and I realized where we were and felt a little chill right up our nape and so we not-obviously glanced our eyes to each other like pretending that we understood each other’s thought, and alertly looked around while waiting for the right bus.

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Surprisingly, Chris, her brother, without any negative thought and unaware of the place, took his camera, positioned the lenses and was about to take our picture which startled us and made us unconsciously react in very different unprepared ways that got so lousily caught in the above picture.  Funny how we reacted that got captured in the very first undeniable photo for what we actually told him was “Huwag!” a Filipino word that means, “Don’t!”  That’s because there were a few passers-by anywhere and not to take the risk, one in a million chance, the camera may get snatched.

I’m not saying here that this certain place along EDSA is indeed a notorious place.  It’s only that time where random occurrences were reported almost every night.  This time, I even walk the place some time at night all alone and I no longer get scared as how the place used to scare me before.

So, that’s the story of this cannot-be-denied startled photo.  I didn’t really like it at first time for I was so unpretty on the capture yet, looking back over the years, well, I still looked so unpretty yet the photo itself was so honest and genuine.  It’s funny to look back right at that time yet, though without words, the picture alone is enough to tell the whole long story about the three good friends who traveled out-of-town so unprepared and unplanned.

 
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Posted by on March 6, 2013 in Weekly Writing Challenge

 

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters

I’ve been through a lot in life that molded me into this person I have become.  Part of me turned all good while another part turned swayed and lost.  More likely my emotions for a lot happened in the past that had built me up emotions really unecessary and would contribute nothing but all waste and empty boxes in my life.  These emotions I don’t have any control of and I can hardly run away from.  These are the emotions of a Bipolar.  Yes, I am one and I’m no longer scared of facing it.  There are times though when it eats me in half and consumes me yet, I’m forcing myself to live my life one day at a time.

Today, I’m writing for the most wonderful person in my life who contributed so much on how to live my life and how to become a better person.  This person took me for who I really am and not for whom she wished I was nor for what she could benefit out of me.  This person plays a very important role in my life with all her beautiful and unique way of showing me her love, inner soul and intentions.  This person never got tired of me and I know in the end, when all has gone and all that’s left is just me and my broken hands, she’s gonna be there to pick me up and lend me hers.

Mama and IThis beautiful person is my mother, Mrs. Teresita “Tessie” Deveraturda-Pil, who gave me life and brought me all the beauty in the world.  She’s been my bestfriend, teacher, nurse and adviser for ever since my life in this big city started, she’s been very supportive and never missed any of my ups and downs, accomplishments and downfall, and all my normal days and my manic-depressive episodes.  Even way before it all started, she’s already there and even now and I do know that even after it all ends, she’s still gonna be there for me.  At times, I cry in resentment and denial for what life brought me, she’s always got this unique way of reaching out to me delivering her ever sweet motherly words, “I’m always here for you my little girl!” though she’s not actually saying it at all.  She’s got this unique way of beng there for me at times I need her the most though she’s actually miles away.  She’s always got this unique way of waking my inner will to live my life and convince me not to jump off the cliff at times I’m at the bayside al wet and crying all alone in the middle of the night as rain pours down the whole city ready to end my life for it brings me nothing but all these undying emotions and failures to live as the daughter she deserved to have.  These are the times my bipolarism hit me down the cracks grinding me with all my undying emotions and unquiet mind.  Though she’s not physically there with me, she really never got tired of winning me back like she’s really there with me, pulling me back to the ground and holding me tightly crying and saying, “Just come back home to me for I dearly need you, my dear daughter!”  She’s always wanted to come over to be here for me it’s just that, both of us just cannot afford it.

MamaI know her struggle everyday and everytime she hears that I’m having my episodes again and I’ve always wanted to heal and change and become a better daughter for she doesn’t deserve this but I just can’t help it.  I can’t fight all these depressions.  It surely takes one true effort to fight it and most of the times, I just get won over.

One day, I’ll be back to the old beautiful days.  One day, I’ll be that little girl she used to hold and walk around the town all dressed in preppy clothes and red ribbons.  One day, I’ll make my mother sincerely happy and satisfied of her elderly life because I’m back whole again.  One day, I’ll be the one assisting her more than how she has assisted me on how to live my life all this time.  One day, even just for an hour or a lousy minute, one day, I’ll be a perfect daughter.  I have no idea of what tomorrow brings me.  I could die anytime.  I could die later, in a while, or tomorrow, but all I know is that, on that day, I’ll live.

This is an entry for WordPress.com Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters, “This week’s writing challenge: Tell us about a character in your life. It could be your best friend, your partner, your child, or even your third grade teacher. With as much detail as possible, make this person real for us. Tell us more than what they look like or how you met. Let us know what their laugh sounds like, or that oddball quirk that makes this person so unique.”

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2013 in The Avenue, Weekly Writing Challenge

 

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Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited

my twin sisterGONE ARE THE FAIRY TALES. Gone are the princess dreams. Gone are the tea parties, barbie dolls, bear and monkey friends. Gone are the hide-and-seek days and imaginary friends. Gone are the high school secrets and pajama nights. The boisterous laughs, funny faces, sister languages, and finishing of each other’s sentences. The holding of hands in going to school, the dances in the rain and the every morning squat because when we’re halfway for school we run back.

I’VE BEEN BLOGGING HERE for quite awhile now for myself all about my unpredictable moodswings, and undying emotions.  This time, let me now take my time to introduce to my co-bloggers and to the whole world my other half, my soul mate, and my ever beloved little “Wiwi” who were born on this earth with me – my twin sister, Tuesday Pil!  Wi, GOD knows how much I missed you!  It bounces all the way up to the moon and bangs all the way down to the dust.  In every single day I’m living half alive.  GOD knows how much I wish you were here.  I dearly miss you everyday.  I even miss you more than anybody else in the world.  If it would just take a thousand nickles to be tossed in a wishing well just to get you back, damn, I surely would for you were my comfort zone and my protective shield.  You were my dreams, my home and my life.  You were my best at times myself was my worst.  Only the earth is our living witness of how we were before.  Since we came into this earth together, we swore to kiss this earth good-bye together as well and I definitely know that it was never that day yet you never listened.  If the world just stood still, I could have kept you yet though how many years I keep crying, I know that I can never bring you back anymore yet you always know that you can always take me with you, but even now you’re not doing it.  And because of this, the 2nd of July has always been so cruel to the heart.  It pierces me in half, turning my skin inside-out for all our beautiful past reverberates shredding me down into million pieces.  If only I could re-live my life, I would always want to be July Pil again for I could never trade my fifteen years of being with you; not even for the rest of my life and for what I have become.

WI, YOU KNOW THAT I WOULD LONG for you forever until the time comes when we become whole again.  And on that day, mine would be the happiest soul there’ll ever be.  It’s been twelve years now and I know how happy you are now with GOD and that’s the happiness I can never give you but, oh dear!  Don’t you think it’s just too early to leave me behind?  I know where heaven is but I just don’t know how to get there.  I’ve been dying everyday missing you, loving you, and a thousand scars surfaced from my inner wound yet, I’ve been trying to live my life the best that I can so when these days are over and I may neither win nor lose my battles, and all I’ll be left out is nothing but my broken hands, you’ll be there to lend me yours and take me with you forever.  I have no idea where you always go but I’m already with you.

I’VE BUILT YOU A CASTLE OF LOVE where a torch is unquenchably lit so you can comfortably rest and stay with me forever.  May you rest in my heart and feel my every heartbeat loving you.

Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited

Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?

The above the article was a humble entry for the above linked writing challenge. Click on the link for more details.

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Daily Prompt, Lyrics of Life

 

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