The day has arrived; I’ll be dropping the “2” from my age as a new decade commenced. Thirty. Trenta. Sam-sip. I hope that means a more interesting life ahead of me. My celebration for Christmas – Birthday – New Year is always a package deal, it only follows that I will be having my partyless birthday here in
As I hit 30, a promising age I assume, lol, I am very grateful to my family who has always been there for me. Of course, they have no other choice but to support me, right? Hehehe. To all my friends, for letting me feel that I do exist in good times and in very good times. Haha! To all my cyberfriends, though we haven’t seen each other personally but I kept and treasure all the advices I received from all of you. To my ex-girlfriends, thanks for allowing me to love you, I realized then I am still human and know how to love. To my future girlfriend and wife, please show up soon. Don’t wait for me to reach 40. Ouch! To my little world of photography, please never forsake me. I want to be creative as much as possible. To my poetic muse, where are you by the way? To all the people I met and have given me a smile on my textured face, thanks. A simple gesture that I appreciate. To all the people who don’t know me, good for you. Haha! And of course to God, I may not be spiritually mature but I know You know how much I love You.
After carols filled the air
and before the fireworks upstaged the stars,
I had my first cry.
The first candle I had was baby blue.
Photographs told me so. ‘Twas Ma’s and Pa’s air
that blew the candle off.
Same table but with different mantle,
family and friends chanted
as I blew the 105th candle. I was 14 then.
Oh how I missed that table during Decembers.
Gone are the claps, the cheers, the balloons. Alone, I blew
the 216th candle with a cold glass of cola.
Another set of candles will come my way, for a grand
total of 465. Still missing that old table,
just a toast to wind with unfamiliar lyrics.
I may be 30, but I am still the same “totomai” – a small boy at heart.