Birthday ko, binati ako ni mama pero inignore ko. Kinabukasan, na-realize ko nga na birthday ko kahapon at gulat na gulat ako bakit hindi ko man lang naalala; kahit pa binati na ako ni mama. Buti na lang may tatlong cakes sa ref. Pero iba may ari nun tsaka messed up na yung icing. Pero pinagtyagaan ko para lang habulin yung celebration ng birthday ko. Nagising ako from this dream at sandaling napamuni-muni. Nalimutan ko ang birthday ko?! Buti may tatlong cakes sa ref?! Teka, hindi sa akin yung cake at leftover sya sa naunang celebration... I reflected on it. And it felt like it is an allegory of how I am feeling sometimes: that I am not special (I am not even special to my own eyes, kaya siguro sa dream, nalimutan ko ang sarili kong birthday); that I settle to other people's leftover not thinking that I can actually have my own, new and fresh. Na-realize ko, one cake that is baked FOR ME is way way better than three cakes that are left-over and that aren't for me. Bakit...
Nakakapagod din pala kapag ikaw yung laging nagpapa-ubaya at umiintindi. Sa sobrang nakakapagod, gusto kong mag-mura, gusto ko mag-laho, gusto ko i-unknow ang mga tao. Bata pa lang ako, marami na nagsasabi na mabait ako. Mukha kasi akong "api." Hindi ako pumapatol. I was just letting people bully me, call me names, give me leftovers, and curse me. And I never asked for apologies. Nakalakihan ko na ata. Iniisip ko na maybe, I am really what they say I am: taga-bundok, bobo, o walang alam. I grew up with very low self-esteem; never trusting myself; always doubting what I am capable to do; never confident that I could really achieve something. Aside from all these, I am alone. I don't have anyone who will teach me life and its ways. I have to learn it the hard way every time; after a mistake or two, or more. Hindi madaling mabuhay sa mundo. People will always expect from you and at the same time criticize you when you fail. Ang gagaling ng mga tao, di ba? Ayoko na sa world. ...