happy birthday, evelyn
big20!!!
met up with them after a long day of activities as can be seen from my previous entry. and, STELLA, this was the day i saw you and shouted your name loudly as you claimed it to be.
By the way shopathon was like some networking event too, met so many of my primary, secondary, poly and future uni friends, some of which i do have some inkling, others i remember ever so dearly. :)
my friends says i am crazy, my family says i'm mad, the schedule i organised or lay out for myself are always one after another. If i do have time out for myself, they'd be more than surprise. However, i remember the promise i made to a certain handful of people who are either no longer physically part of my life or have impacted me in one way or another.
The promise was to live a life for myself and for them. A life i know they would want to if they had a chance. To X, i know there was once i hugged you real tight and told you it will be okay and when it turned out otherwise i promised myself i will live my life dedicated to you. The way you have lived it out till the day it ended.
To R, i have left many messages and though we are miles apart, you seem to be able to sense my support and presence. Though you have cut yourself away from the harsh critics of your life, i know despite the many inabilities, you have carved out many niches in your life. I read and i know however tough my life was or will be, i know you'd want me to understand and cherish life for what it is and what is most valuable.
I had an incredible teacher in secondary school who shared his many readings and findings and i would like to share this from The Freedom Writers Diary with Erin Gruwell.
Those who have watched the movie would know what im driving at:
Moment
Let him wish his life
for the sorrows of a stone
never knowing the first thread
Of these
Never knowing the pain of ice
As its crystals slowly grow
Needles pressing in on the heart
To live forever and never feel a thing
to wait a million lifetimes
Only to erode and become sand
wish not for the stone
but for the fire
last only moments
but change everyting
Oh to be lightning
To exist for less than a moment
Yet in that moment
To expose the world to every pen eye
Oh to be thunder
To clap and ring
To rumble into memories
Minds and spines
To chill the soul and shake the very ground
pounding even the sand
into smaller pieces
or the mountain
brooding extinct
yet gathering for one fatal moment
The power to blow the top clean off the world
oh to last the blink of an eye and leave nothing
but nothing unmoved behind you
VIncent Guilliano
next: beach gathering!
met up with them after a long day of activities as can be seen from my previous entry. and, STELLA, this was the day i saw you and shouted your name loudly as you claimed it to be.