Thanksgiving 2012

I work as an admission officer who interacts with different universities in United States of America. This gives me ideas of the events/occasions/holidays being celebrated in the country and one of them is "Thanksgiving". Since I deal with American folks, I want to go with this hip and hype and of course, this is a great chance to thank people who are/were part of this year. Here are some of them...

I am thankful for my family; my parents, 2 sisters, and 2 nephews. Ever since I was welcomed to this world, never did I feel I am alone. Unconditional love is always what I receive from them. They are my number 1 henchmen.

I am thankful for my relatives, especially Uncle June. They are the ones who substitute my parents every time I stay in the Philippines. They stand like my moms, dads, and siblings whenever I miss being home. They contributed to my success in attaining my diploma.

I am thankful for my friends, especially my Super Friends. We have shared several teenage experiences. I was able to learn the real meaning of friendship because of them. No pretension, no jealousy, no competition, there is misunderstanding, but sisterly love lingers.

I am thankful for Daryl. It was an awesome, romantic, painful, and fun ride with him. There were lots of butterflies and lessons. We are now walking in opposite directions, yet memories cling to life.

I am thankful for my TFC family. I felt that I have this second home where I could run to each time this environment throws severe stress at me.

I am thankful for my IGEC and workmates. In just 6 short months, I gained a lot of learning and am still growing. Our office is not just a working arena for me, but it is a school where there are educators and chums.

I am thankful for the opportunities, like the pageants and shows I joined. These are not something I could brag about, but something that could remind me of my hard work and people who stood up beside me.

And of course, I would not have a reason to be thankful if not because of our greatest God. He is the one whom I could think of every time I inhale the air of life. THANK YOU!

Thank you for reading! Have a blessed day, like I always have.

Mistletoe Guy

My feet had a race with each other in no direction. I just wanted to escape from it. I was running while carrying a pricked heart. I ran as fast as I could until... I noticed a man standing under a mistletoe. I stopped in front of him. His tantalizing eyes and lips were familiar. It was him! I toppled my body towards him. He opened his warm arms to catch me. I hugged him tightly. My ears could hear his vehement heartbeat. I suddenly felt a single tear streaming down my cheek. A single tear caused by a million pain that struck my bosom. He caressed my hair with his right hand and softly whispered...

"Kung gaano ka kadaling mahalin, ganun naman kahirap mahalin ng taong mahal mo".

Handsome, tall, fragrant, cool, name it... This mistletoe guy has it! He would definitely get the crowd's eyes once he enters the room. Thus, you cannot blame girls for looking up to him. But behind the fanciable face, he is still considered a typical guy. A guy who hops to the bar to hit the booze and goes home drunk. He sometimes feels lazy doing either assignments or chores. He fights with other men and curses. But he has this certain personality that makes him out of the ordinary. A personality that every girl's parents would approve of. He respects women... A LOT!

(Question: Which of these 2 pictures will you give thumbs up to?)

Show these two pictures, this mistletoe guy sure would grab the first one.

That is what makes him different from the rest. He is not like any other men that when a Facebook profile picture is all about the "cleavage", they either automatically click the "like" button or add her on the friends list. Mistletoe guy does not take everything at physical value. He would rather give his 2 thumbs up to a girl who wears no make up, just shirt and jeans. He always holds chivalry in his hands. He shows it to every lady he meets. If you accidentally drop your thing, he helps you. I witnessed him assisting a girl, whom he doesn't know, as she stepped out of the public vehicle. I saw him carrying our professor's bag. He opens the door for me. He asks me to wear his jacket. Wait... If you think, he does these to flirt with women... lemme give you noogie. He can get the most voluptuous and prettiest girl in town yet he chooses not to. Reason? He respects his mom and sister. You can judge a man's personality through how he treats his own flesh and blood.  Also, he loves her girlfriend to bits.

Mistletoe guy and I became friends for a few months only. But those months were very exceptional. Every moment I spent with him seems to be files saved on external hard drive that I always check on over and over and never wanted to be deleted. He cracks jokes but his thoughts and ideas on things in general are very layered and deep. Hence, all words I heard from his lips hang in the air. I wish every guy had this character as him. If this happens, every girl would cry, not because of pain... but because of felicity...

O my mistletoe man, where art thou? I miss thee...

What’s stopping us?

Secretly gazing until eyes meet halfway,

“Speak”, two hearts whisper,

But lips are stiff that couldn't say the word “Hi”,

Heads bow down, nothing to do but sigh,

What’s stopping us?

The crescent moon dazzles,

The stars irradiate our faces,

We want to dance underneath the beautiful sky,

But we think it’s better not to ply,

What’s stopping us?

You leave a note on my crimson bed every night,

Telling me you always wish you had the might,

If women could just take the lead freely,

Then I would love to sing you a song dearly,

What’s stopping us?

If Romeo and Juliet ended up together,

Though haplessness of the world is in their shoulder,

Why don’t we embrace this lovely moment,

While there are no walls on the pavement?

What’s stopping us?

One night,  breeze takes us to the shore,

But sound of the wave fades as our hearts pulsate more,

We have waited for this twinkling,

Oh please, let us get rid of escaping,

What’s stopping us?

You hold my hand as you step closer,

I feel your breath getting warmer,

Eye to eye, heart to heart,

Oh why those hearts are wounded?

What’s stopping us?

Wounds from yesteryear,

Yes, they still exist,

Hearts are still unwrapped,

Uncertainty is answered,

This is stopping us.

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P.S. I may not be a good poem maker, but please read between the lines. This ain't about my former beau. Alrightie?! Thank you for reading! :)