The clock on the laptop screen showed 11.36pm. "Damn I missed it by less than 10 mins, it's all that game's fault. Why did I ever played it tonight?? And it was not even a good game," thought Sebastian.
He sat there in front of the screen, transfixed by the message he saw and conflicting emotions began to rise. He was perplexed by what he was feeling - all the cause of a few simple words.
"Do I want to go??" he asked himself, "do I really want to go??"
The message was simple enough, but Sebastian has a bad habit and that is he tends to overreact and be oversensitive when matters often seem so lucid. "Read between the lines" was what his brain was telling him.
Sebastian thought first of the pros, if he go, he would be seeing someone he had taken quite dear to for a while now.
But apparently, the cons far outweigh the pros. Putting aside what Sebastian's family thinks and what his friends would say, Sebastian could find many more reasons for him not to go. Did he truly want to set himself up to get hurt again?? Does he gets a kick out of seeing that special someone in another guy's arms instead of his or is he plain psychotic?? Does the word "extra", albeit being a local slang, mean anything at all??
Even if all these were threw out the window, what would Sebastian's purpose be in going at all?? Would it be just for fun, as friends do?? Or would it be that Sebastian still had hopes about their relationship??
The answer was quite palpable moments later. He wanted to go, but all logic and sense dictate otherwise.
Sebastian settled down, and started to cry without tears.
The Twelve Days of Christmas
The Twelve Days of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree!
Religious symbolism of The Twelve Days of Christmas
1 True Love refers to God
2 Turtle Doves refers to the Old and New Testaments
3 French Hens refers to Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues
4 Calling Birds refers to the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists
5 Golden Rings refers to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.
6 Geese A-laying refers to the six days of creation
7 Swans A-swimming refers to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments
8 Maids A-milking refers to the eight beatitudes
9 Ladies Dancing refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit
10 Lords A-leaping refers to the ten commandments
11 Pipers Piping refers to the eleven faithful apostles
12 Drummers Drumming refers to the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed
Well, I know it ain't Christmas yet, it's still a good 4 months away but I saw this on a friend's blog and just wanted to show it here too. Pretty insightful I must say, never knew that the lyrics can be translated in this manner.
Nobody was born old, everyone had a childhood.
It could have been a glamorous one, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, snap your toddler fingers and you get all the toys you want. I n your world, the word "poverty" does not exist.
Or it could have been the exact opposite, you had hand-me-downs from your older siblings, your mum would say things like you are very fortunate to even have a roof over your head and you understand that in order for one to get and achieve something, one has to work hard for it.
Now, what I want to write today actually had nothing to do with what I wrote above or anyone's childhood, luxurious or otherwise. I just wanted to expound on the fact that everybody was once a kid. You want to be the center of attention (maybe attraction too), you like to be fussed over and your laughter can send the entire family into hysterics (oh look my baby just laughed, hahaha). (-_-!!)
Who doesn't know the story of Snow White and the 7 Dwarves?? I can knock your head with a Cranium Basher (dota freak would understand) if you go "huh" when i mention Coal Black's pretty counterpart. However, let me draw your attention to the lady of the story, the evil, malicious, wicked, cruel and b-e-a-u-tiful, Snow White's step-mother (aka the Queen).
Do you remember that the Queen had a precious obsessive possesion?? Yes, I'm talking about the Mirror-that-hangs-on-the-wall. I vaguely remember that Walt Disney gave the Mirror a greenish-ghoulish looking face when the Queen desires to ask "Who is the fairest of them all?" (Seriously, I wonder why didn't she turn albino since she almost never steps out of her castle in a bid to keep her aging complexion (duh!!) fair.)
So anyway, I was thinking, and thinking about me thinking, and thinking about me thinking about my thinkings, that, what would it feel like if my mirror really talked back to me?? (Hungry ghost festival anyone??)
Muahahahaha... ... ... ...
A story - Triangle Phenomenon
I'm going to tell a story and it goes like this:
One day, my friend joey was talking to me and the subject of love came up and related to me a story, and it goes likes this:
"Have you ever wondered, why in the world are people always so weird? You like a person, and usually that person likes someone else instead, and probably, that person do not like this persom whom you like."
And so I go, "huh?"
Joey said," I like jackie but jackie doesn't have the same feelings for me. Rather, unless I'm much mistaken, jackie's heart lies with someone else, someone who also would not reciprocate the feelings."
Then I go, " oookay...the Triangle Phenomenon??"
Joey continued," I just don't understand it, I mean, here's someone who wants to be with you, but instead you rather go get yourself rejected by tom, dick or harry. Am I very unattractive?"
I, " ermm, well (-_-!!)"
Joey, " There are people who actually thinks I'm cute you know, but I think they are horrible. Why doesn't jackie thinks I'm cute? Perhaps I'm not of the right type, but this is like a major blow to my self-esteem. I rather the whole world thinks I'm ugly and jackie thinks I'm cute. Shattered ego man..."
I again, " (-_-!!)"
Joey got upset at this point, " That day at the club, we were dancing and do you know, jackie's face is really cute when the groove is on,the steps, the rhythm and all. But at one point, jackie actually hugged someone else and danced together, while I was at the side, taking it all in like a, like a..."
I, " Someone else? Who's someone else? When did the someone else come in? And like a what??"
Joey," Who is someone else is not the point. And like a what is also not the point. The point is, it wasn't me!! The whole thing was so insensitive. I always thought thoughtful was jackie's middle name."
I, " hmm...(scratches my chin)".
Joey then said," And you know what, after that night. I realised I couldn't cry, even though i was unclearly upset. It's like my tear glands decided to go on strike."
I retorted," Unclearly indeed. Isn't a good thing that you are not a tap with an automatic switch??"
Joey," But i was upset? Do you mean to say i wasn't that upset? Oh no, my tear glands gave up on me, I need a doctor, an eye specialist. How much does surgery cost?"
I said instead," I think a heart specialist would be more appropriate at this juncture."
Joey," The possibilities are endless, as endless as the horizon spans across the ocean so blue when the sun's ray barely touches it."
I gave him a look (-_-!!) and said," What the... ...Going all poetic on me."
Out of the blue (pun intended), Joey zoned out.
And this concludes the story, until next time... ...
A Winter Comeback (Part 1)
Once, in a land that just had it's 40th birthday, and a time not too long ago, there was a typical suburban, tall, noisy and guy-next-door kind of guy.
Having said that, he actually isn't that typical. For starters, unlike most guys, he hates basketball, simply because hitherto no one ever taught him and he cannot play it well. Secondly, he can bake. Honestly, how many guys out there can cook up a decent meal, let alone bake. Well he can't cook really, but he can do up a wonderful cheesecake (the freeze kind, free of eggshells). Number 3, people often give him mixed remarks about his looks. Either he's ugly, or he's cute (girls, I'm being very serious). More often than not, he's cute although truly , he doesn't so himself. (Ha!) Then again, it's always this 2 extremes and never in the center.
The list could go on to forth or fifth and so on and so forth (blah blah blah...) but people would most possibly, be bored to death. (Literally? Nah...)
Well, so that's it for now, stay tune for more, hopefully, and if you are reading this, it either means you're a good friend of said guy or you actually remember this blog. If you belong to the second category (bless you), a million thanks, for rememberin'... ... ... ...
