The 10 year mark

When the world goes silent, and you feel the soft breeze that goes with it, sometimes you get melancholic and you start reminiscing.

A couple of days ago, I started getting these messages reminding me of our 10 year reunion at school.

When I look back through all those 10 years since graduating high school I think of all the trouble I got into, the faces that I have met, and of course what growth – huge or otherwise – that has taken place. I am sure most of my peers have done their share of reflection, too.

Yet what I honestly feel apprehensive about is this supposed “after 10 years… what have you done?”

Yes, accomplishments.

One of my buds has even started to pick one person from the other identifying him or her as “success” or “failure”. I think it is mean, and I told him so. But he said that he was just taking into perspective how much people can be a success or failure in a span of 10 years.

It really bothered me that there are some people who do look at you and say “oh she has not done anything with her life for the past 10 years!” or “look at her, she has not left the same city in 10 years, has not even been to other places like me!”

Then again, I am not the type who feels good about themselves after putting people down. Even if the person is unaware that he or she is being put down, I have this feeling that your unkind thoughts are still making those karmic attacks. Heh. But that’s just me and my weird mind.

Then of course there are those who look at your physical change. 10 years is bound to do some damage to a person, and I have talked to people who have looked back at their teenage selves and say “I haven’t aged a day!” Well, okay. Maybe for them. But me? I know I have aged. I wish I could say that I aged gracefully, but I do not think so. Haha Maybe I can improve in the coming few months before that grand reunion so I could say that I look better!!

Ah, but this year for me is about accepting myself and all the changes that I have undergone. I knew that at the start of the year, but I failed to remember that this could be one of the reasons why this is my challenge for the year.

Come what may, I look forward to seeing friends in August.

… and then I lost my train of thought. TO BE CONTINUED.

This issue with ADULTHOOD

I never thought the day would come when I would call myself an adult. Well, so far, that day has not come yet, but I do realize that I am one – not that I would admit.

The Daily Post asks us “When did you realize you were an adult? (If you haven’t yet, when do you think you will?)

I honestly do not see the need to be an adult. Okay, maybe certain situations demand that we become adults only because we have to take responsibilities for our actions at a certain point in this life without exactly having our mommies or daddies to back us up. Some people become adults at a very young age, simply because they have to.

For some reason, I seem to have this idea that being an adult is something that you really do not want to be. Sure, during your early years, you may have wanted to be an adult because it seems that adulthood has all the promises of freedom. But then again, these things do come with a price.

My day to day activities have convinced me that I am not an adult. My frame of mind is still stuck somewhere between cartoons and toys, and if you check out my work desk at my office, you will see that I do have LOTS of toys on my monitor and CPU. I also immediately grab the nearest copy of animated flicks and even roll around the grass blowing bubbles in the air together with my kids.

My kids.

Whenever I think of my kids, I realize that I am an adult. I have preschoolers, for crying out loud!

Yes, I realized that I am an adult five years ago.

But that does not mean I cannot have fun!

Because all those pleasures of life are often enjoyed when you are young at heart. 😉

I know. I’m rambling.

Good night!

P.S. Here’s another excellent explanation on growing up and being an adult which I can relate to.

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Today, in my dreams

My friend told me to take note of my dreams.

Most of these musings have been written in my journal especially those that are quite disturbing for me.

For the past few days, my dreams revolve around storm spirits or venti, gods and goddesses in both Roman and Greek forms, and myself waking up as though I have been fighting evil throughout the night.

Of course, there is nothing to fight when I one my eyes and see the orange glow that my night light gives out.

I have a night light. Yes, I do.

in the past, my dreams are vivid, heart pounding and often exhilerating. I remember what happened and I can zero in on clues that allow me to at least interpret the dream better.

But today (tonight), the dream is not so clear. All I know is that I felt like I was part of a story or a movie, and that of course I was a demigod. Whose child was I? I have no idea yet.

I always fancied myself the daughter of Ares, but then again I am not so sure now. While I do have a certain affinity with fire, and somehow I have a hard time relating with “organic life forms” also known as humans… I’ve come to a theory that I may be a child of Hephaestus. Maybe.

Somehow my dreams are this much interesting whenever I start read about myths.

And yes, I reckon this is what I get for devouring Rick Riordan’s “The Lost Hero”. I am almost at the end. 😉

Whats on my bookshelf?

 

My friend inspired me to write this post because she gave the world a look of her old books and new bookshelf.

Okay, so in our current bedroom, we have 2 walls that have shelves and a kind of cabinet at the bottom. Technically the room is not ours so I cannot demolish things as of the moment. The shelvs we have divided into two, half of which contains MY clothes – yes, all of my clothes fit a quarter of a wall.

The other half is filled with books that I have collected over the last 2 years. I left a huge box of books at our old house, because there is simply no space for me to stash them. I did have this room at the old house that was filled with 2 more shelves of books too. Harharhar

I do not have a picture of my bookshelf right now, but the books that you can find on my shelf is a huge mix. Seriously. I have books by E.L. Doctorow, Stephen King, Jeffery Deaver seated right next to Robert Fulghum. Then I have computer textbooks right next to Drury & Tillet‘s The Occult: Sourcebook of Esoteric Wisdom. Then I have Shel Silverstein next to a couple of Harlequin Blaze paperbacks, dictionaries and books on classical mythology right next to Jonathan Stroud books. I also have a couple of new age books, a book on herbs, a couple of poetry books, short stories on love next to The Indie Band Survival guide. I also have Gaardner, classic novels like Great Expectations, a couple of compilation books of fairy tales and short stories, autobiographical books like Melville (I had one of Henry the Eighth in gilded hardback but I gave it to a friend). I also have Mitch Albom, Robert Ludlum, Elizabeth Gilbert, Ovid Demaris, Frederick Forsythe, Melissa de la Cruz and Paulo Coelho.

Yes, it is a mix. And that was just my current shelf. Most of the books I have already read. Some are new old books which I got from this sale. I love thrifting for books… did I tell you that?

Anyway, I also have a lot of ebooks that I need to finish. Hardeeharhar.

I am currently reading Rick Riordan’s “The Lost Hero.” Dude, it is so good! I cannot wait for the next installment, and I am just half-way since I started yesterday.

Mythology and me, we be friends. Which is why I kind of like to devour Riordan’s books. If only I could purchase the whole collection of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, I would be in heaven.

And that is all. 🙂

 

P.S. Did I ever tell you I always wanted my own library??