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Mahilig sa pusa
Pero ang pusa nya, may identity crisis –
Akala niya piglet siya
At mukha siyang isang malaking bola ng bulak.
Si Polet mahilig magluto ng maki at pesto,
Manlibre ng pinyapol,
Makipag-chikahan sa IM.
Si Polet ay singkatawan ni Kim Chiu
At may boyplen na dragon
(Feeling ko si Donkey talaga sya,
Ayaw nya lang umamin).
Si Polet ay Ms. Congeniality,
Friend to many,
Pero meron ding frenemy.
Si Pole tang babaeng ok lang mabilad sa araw
Hindi takot mag-two piece
Pero skerd na di bumalik ang kulay kaka-beach.
Si Polet ang babaeng makulet
In my eyes, you are still a child
Who grew up too soon –
Who knows what goes on in your mind
When you quietly assess things,
Who knows the turmoil you are in
When you are trying to decide,
Who knows what pain you feel
When your supposed dreams shatter,
Who knows what keeps you awake at night
When everybody else is sleeping.
In my eyes, you are still a child
Who tries to appear composed and grown up –
No amount of make up can hide your innocence,
No amount of bravado can conceal your doubts,
No amount of pretension can mask your insecurities.
You are a child trying to grow up
And understand complex things –
Sometimes you win,
Other times you lose.
Don’t grow up too soon, little one
For life is not an overspeeding role of film
That must capture changes all at once.
You are not oblige to carry the whole world,
You are responsible to make your life worthwhile.
You need not be perfect at all times
Rather it’s ok to be flawed and wanting sometime.
You not need to cower in the corner
And lick your own wounds –
You can also cry for help
When the burden is too great.
You are a child
Who doesn’t believe in forever
Yet deep in your heart,
You long for your happy ever after.
You are a wonderful child
Whose innocence touch a chord in me,
Whose bravery makes me feel less scared,
Whose life is slowly unfolding before me.
I wish you the happiness you so deserve
And a love that you long for.
Confidence is something that comes with age. Right now, you are still a young lass on the way to figuring out how things work, trying to discover yourself, your potentials, your strengths and weaknesses. You need time, Cia, to understand. Learning is a lifelong process – we will all still be students of the university of life until our old age.
When I was your age, I remember not having the guts to talk to the opposite sex. I am too shy around them, it’s like I forget everything else I know when they are in the same place as I am. I am that student who knew the answers to the teachers questions and would kept mum about it as I felt too shy to raise my hand and speak infront of my classmates. I would rather bring a lot of stuffs in school than act out a part in the play. I would do all the dirty work – research, interview, encode, whatever – just so I won’t be assigned to report infront of the class. That was me when I was your age. I felt so insecure and unsure of myself. My opinions and feelings were kept to myself. That’s how I was then. Looking at you, you seem more certain of how things are. You took initiatives and developed some of the talents that you have – you were exposed to the theater and you play some musical instruments. Have I mentioned that you dance, too? And that you can express yourself in writing? See these talents? You are a beautiful young lass on your journey to conquering the world. You walk with unsure steps and a questioning heart – time and experiences will take care of that. Let me caution you that life would be dealing you with harsh realities – you need to face these things head on and continue on your journey to learn and be strong. Not all wounds are meant to harm you. Others are aimed to let you know and understand.
Live your life one day at a time. Take time to see the wonder in God’s creations – the roses around you, the beautiful rainbow after the rain, the twinkling stars in dark nights. Take chances. Go to places. Laugh till your heart burst. Know people. Cry – tears are a welcome companion in lonely nights. Or days. Life is what you make it, Cia. Yours may have started in the way you have not wanted it to but you can change its ending. You can make a difference in your life. And in the life of others.
I had said enough, Cia. I hope that you’d learn something from this longish letter I drafted.
With much confidence in you,