purple elephant

We are the product of destiny and free-will. No, not free-willy. Fate of our mother and the love of our father came us three siblings. We are like you, but not many are like us. Trapped between the world of the wealthy and the poor. When i say wealthy, i dun mean rich in money, but more-so rich in culture, but with time consumption in travelling , we are indeed poor of practice in either religion, culture and tradition of our ancestors.

No one could comprehend the things that the children of diplomatic fathers, or travelling families are like and whether or not they could adapt to the changes that they face throughout their life. The chances of us being 100% succesful all depends on the surrounding and our inner spirit. Without desire and ambition to succeed, as for everyone, no one is able to succeed anyhow. The pressure to live on what we are used to or the path that we are supposed to is a totally different matter. We get afraid if we lose ourselves, but more-so if we do not recognise who we are from the roots.

from a page of fake lives

In Memory of…

Throughout your life you’ve always expected something or someone great to appear in front of you and that would be the time you’d know nothing greater will replace that feeling. I didn’t think he would appear to me in a form of a great friend, more than a friend. He was not perfect. He was always arguing with me and always never there for me, but he’s around when i least expect him.

He’d appear at 4 am with a boxful of cheesecake and wanting to share it cuz he thought that would be nice. He always was there but i never took notice of him. He’d call me a hundred times when i got sick. He’d come over just cuz i couldn’t open the bottle cap. He’d make fun of my big ass and hug me when i cried. He’d always tell me never to apologise when i did something unintentionally. He’d bring me out in my pajamas to have breakfast and spend the whole day with me cuz it was our last day before i leave.

He was always Brian and i never knew how much i’d miss him until he was gone. He was the one person who’d get me and say, "why you people believe in love so much." I would always remember him when i hear Sade singing Kissing You. And always this Brian in my memory, i’ll never forget…

y bother, when the other doesn’t? why try when the other seems to just drift by and go on with their life? why do i bother? i thought this time it would be different.. i’m all grown-up but i keep having faith that it’ll be my turn, and all i gotta do is be patient, kinda running low now… Pls dear God, help me make it my turn…