Faceless

Uh-huh!

So, is this it?

The sound of the minuet

Playin’ by the minute

And the longer I sit

The louder they get

Stumped by the beat

Sunk in the depth

The harrows of this shit

(I’m beat!)

Drunken… Fallen…

Ooohhh… I guess I am…

Shaken… Broken…

(Don’t let ’em know)

But I am…

Hmmmn…

Hey now, sister!

See those of a heart-breaker

Promise to be better

Speak words of forever

Entice like butter

Damn, tastes bitter

Far from over

The trap of disaster

(Oh girl!)

Drunken… Fallen…

Ooohhh… I guess I am…

Shaken… Broken…

(Don’t let ’em know)

But I am…

Nah, nah, nah…

Y’all listen fast!

Before the fake news flash

Catch you in a blast

Among all the carcass

The siren of silence

Mind in chaos

Forested maze

Doom of a shapeless face

(Silence)

Drunken… Fallen…

Ooohhh… I guess I am…

Shaken… Broken…

(Don’t let ’em know)

But I am…

The siren of silence

Mind in chaos

Forested maze

Doom of a shapeless face

~eia®

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Not Today… Someday…

Maybe someday

I’ll be singing “One Day”

On my feet, and sway

Then be on my way

But I guess the cloud is too grey

The darkness don’t pave

I’m caught in this wave

Oh, I’ll be singing but not today

Shards of a broken cry

Hail of storm at bay

I’m stuck though I try

(I guess) I’ll be singing but not today

I know…

This shall pass

Maybe tomorrow

I’ll see the clear skies

Will learn to let go

Maybe someday

I’ll be singing “One Day”

On my feet, and sway

Oh, someday…

Maybe one day

I’ll be on my way

Singing “One Day”

Someday

~eia®~

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A Roller-Coaster Ride

The night is young

We’re sitting side by side

Thoughts filled with words

Feelings full of throbbing emotions

Silence take over

Though we’re looking eye to eye

Almost as if our hearts are racing

Almost… But our trembling lips stayed shut

One step forward, three steps back

Swaying in an endless dance

And a roller-coaster ride…

It’s getting late

You and I, unmoving

Though wanting each other

But keeping our distance

The morning comes

Leaning on each other

Our fingers intertwined

Too afraid it might break

One step forward, three steps back

We’re dancing around

With endless music

On a roller-coaster ride…

You…

Won’t you get tired?

I…

I’m getting dizzy…

One step…

One more step…

~eia®

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Don’t Stay Dreamin’

Dreams without actions are just… uhm, dreams!

I have been busy these days, since the last 2 months of last year actually… Or at least I thought I was… Looking at it now, I guess it was just in my mind… You see, I am the thinker kind of character, but I’d say you can exaggerate a bit more because… yeah, it sucks but that’s me… That’s why I may have felt too stressed physically, mentally and emotionally, when it was actually just happening in my mind.

Well, this faulty thing goes all the way from birth so I may not really be able to shake it off me – the ‘over’ thinker. But what’s bugging me lately is actually something i have started to putting my focus into for the last 3 months, yet until now I just couldn’t figure out anything. The problem? I just have too much in my thoughts I guess… Or may be I don’t know where to start? Or perhaps, I have too many interests and ideas that I don’t really know what I want..? So you see my point – what I’m getting at and where I am coming from? (sucks to be me, right?) Too much for being the girl who’s said to tinker on about almost anything… When all I can actually do is just… think.

Frustrating… I know that if I have to accomplish something, I have to start now – balance the ideas, weigh the pros and cons, fit in the budget i can only afford, get up from this bed (i am literally lying on my bed lazily at this moment), step out and up, take risks and process the damn needed documents!

I know all that, but hell… Why am I still sulking like a loser right now… I haven’t a bit of confidence in me, I guess… Could I really pull this off? About something like serious business??? I doubt myself more than anything! I rarely trust anyone, but on this one, I don’t think I could even give it to myself. Besides, the people closest to me do not seem like they have the slightest belief nor support in my ability anyways. Siblings and friends… They don’t even reply to simple questions I text them. So I guess having not saved their contact numbers in my phone is not regrettable I suppose.

Now, what am I supposed to do? Heck! I can only blame myself, for the ‘stuck-up’ that I’ve become.

Yeah sure… I haven’t given up motivating myself yet. I still got a thing or two to get my butt off the bed at least once in 2 or 3 days this month – hunger and thirst. And there’s also the ‘call of nature’… So I’m still living I guess… Pathetic-themed…

But hey! That is just one side of me… and if it’s about me, you should know by now that there are a lot of sides to look at. (Would I sound psychotic of I am laughing at myself right now telling you this? Ugh!) Anyway, as I was saying, another side of me still wants to do this serious business, despite the current probability of me failing considering the odds… A part of me still hopes, you know… May be I can, right?

So I guess, I’m trying again tomorrow… Let’s not keep our dreams stay in dreamland! Do me a favor, if you please..? Wish me good lucks, and pray for me too… I really need all the best wishes I could get.

Thank you!

P.S.

Sorry, this one sounds a bit too ‘not so fine’ mood, but thanks for your time (reading & listening to my drama).

~eia®

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Before the Happily Ever After

I read somewhere how cliché the ending “…and they lived happily ever after” is. The article questions if anyone ever gets tired of it, and commented about people living in fantasy when it’s actually too far from reality.

Well, I’ve heard the phrase for like a thousand times, “Reality is different from fairy tales”. I guess, those stories from childhood really had us dreaming and expecting too much in life. The tales of a Prince falling in love with a servant/poor girl, having the ending of a ‘happily ever after’; the poor boy becoming the richest man in the place and marrying a beautiful girl all because of luck & love, and they lived happily ever after; a spell cast out & the person becomes free all because of true love, and ‘happily ever after’ happened next, and so many more…

Perhaps, we should have been warned enough too about how different it really is in true life. Then again, maybe not…

Come to think of it. “Happily ever after”. A little shady & I think something about it should be… thought about. Don’t you think so?

Well, maybe it’s just me, but hey, look around you. Love at first sight may happen, and marriage confirms it, but then again, first love sometimes fades, and marriages are not always the security it would seem… So the probability of twists and turns has always been numbered and present even then… Perhaps, the fairy tales we have often thought & dreamt of as the perfect setting were cut-off and advanced too soon to the happy ending (an epilogue, fast-forward). So does that mean, no matter how we sway from the objective or lose our path, we still get a happy ending? To be honest, I don’t know… But I guess, that’s more like reality, isn’t it? Rather than hating fairy tales as we become adults, thinking that the storyline from the gleeful scene of marriage, romantic kiss or freedom, to the scene described as ‘happily ever after’ was intentionally/unintentionally hidden so we can discover and unfold it ourselves would be a much better reason for us to believe in happy endings, which could be True Love, Success, Wealth, Contentment, and the like.

Moreover, childhood is meant to be the foreground/playground of life, I guess. And thinking about it, these stories give us hope to look forward to. So I guess the fantasy or fictionalized script is meant to be told in a way that our foundation as humans and so is our dreams would be formed, whatever lies in the hidden pages are meant to be dealt with – the actual living – as we grow depending on our understanding and the strength we muster. Whether we fight or fold, cling or let go, seal our focus or lose our balance, it is upon us to weather life.

Hope… Have hope… Indulge in it… Yet easier said than done… Giving up has always been a wiser choice, any way it seems (for me, that is). Hard times, devastating news, they come like raging wildfire, but good news seem to be scarce. We eventually feel that the world where living should be a blessing, now becomes a burden.

Yes, it is a lot easier to give up. The thing is, what do I really get when I give up? Nothing but failure, sorrow, and sometimes, a dead body – these are facts. I’ll be straight-forward. Suicidal thoughts – I have them. I do, and I am 100% not kidding about it. The thoughts are no joke; it is not funny at all.

I observe people from day to day. From their words, actions, posts… There are a lot struggling of mental conflict, to say the least. Most wouldn’t admit it though, and that may be good for some, but not for others. What I’m trying to say is, there is no standard procedure in identifying nor fixing it. Each struggle is different, every person has distinct personality. And the recipe for each would be different…

I mentioned above having to struggle with my sanity… You might wonder or try to test me, “What keeps me breathing then”? That question would be something I wish I wouldn’t ever have to answer in detail… Because my response may not be something I would be proud of, or something I could eloquently explain – like a fiction short of elaboration… But, I’ll tell you, for the sake of justifying the varying fix I was blabbing about, which is parallel to the phrase “case-to-case basis”.

The thoughts do not leave me alone. It’s like recurring disease. It doesn’t go away. It feels like it’s always on standby to strike at any moment. And at that moment, a breaking point or “rock bottom” as others call it, things would really be dark, not even cloudy… It took me long to realize what kept me from totally drifting away, you see. The stuff I so hate in me, was actually what held/holds me from losing it. My Pride. You might raise an eyebrow, but it’s true. I have an ego so high on a pedestal, that I feel so dumb and idiotic when I make a mistake. I am aware of this faulty character of mine, and I loathe myself for being unable to get rid of it, and that adds up more to my frustration… But the fact that I am also too egoistic for a ‘non-sensible ending’, gets me thinking of the inversed version of my earlier question. If I keep on, what do I get? Is a win guaranteed? Of course not! But at least if my story fails, I will be told to have gone down with a fight. My pride would not at least be a talk of shame. That Pride… And a hint of Faith (though I am often guilty of being in denial – please don’t judge me; it’s hard enough to write about it here)…

As I am writing this, I know my struggles are still there, and I wouldn’t say I am consistent nor confident enough to keep advancing, but I just wanted to let the world, or even may be just one person going through a ‘storm’ or a ‘black hole’ know that you are not alone. There is no comparison whether yours or mine is lighter. Whatever you are struggling about is NOT nonsense! It is significant to your own story – a vital detail to the book of your life. Now, no one says it is easy to write nor read with teary eyes, but a crooked penmanship is much fulfilling than an incomplete book. The pages shall be filled. Thus, one can figure out their ‘happily ever after’ whatever or however it could be.

P.S. Remember, one’s ‘happily ever after’ may not always be shown nor said in the last chapter… It could be proven by/in the Prologue of another’s book of life.

~eia®

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If you know anyone struggling with Mental crisis, let them know you care. Listen, and if you think you can, help, but be extra careful with your words and responses. Otherwise, seek assistance from professionals.

Darkness…

Why do I feel like I know you well?
You calm me in countless conflicts
You relieve me at times of pain

You give me rest at troubled times
When I fear to be alone with just myself
I feel your warm embrace

You’re with me in many unknown crises
Tears of sadness, my cup is full
You hide it away, so I worry not

Do you know?
At the end of each day, I long for you
As though you are my secret friend

My eyes can’t see but I look at you well
I cry with you as my sole comfort
I sleep in peace knowing you won’t leave me alone

~eia®
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Strands of My Life

Even a mess like me is fearful… I live in chaos yet I get scared of many things.

Even an oxymoron like me is insecure… I sit in the extremes of both ends yet my life is out of balance.

Even a poker-faced like me is pitiful… I bleed sarcasm yet I drown among the slow-witted.

Even a bitch like me is soft… I look away from devastating scenes yet my heart aches and my eyes blur.

Even a plain-Jane like me is complicated… I dream like everyone yet I stand too long on crossroads I loathe them.

Even a perfectionist like me is doubtful… I hate mistakes yet I’m full of regret.

Even a troublemaker like me is weak… I thrive in mountains of problems yet a hug is what I need amidst it all.

~eia®

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Screw Logic I

It is definitely something when we realize that we’ve grown old and gone a distance. But have we really grown? Or is the distance really worth the climb?

I was going through old stuff and came across some loose sheets/drafts of my scribbles and articles – some were even more than a decade old. Expectedly, I’ll be seen cramped up in a corner on the floor reading them all.

Ahhh… I thought about the times I was writing them… It’s kinda amazing how the play of words scribbled on a torn sheet of paper or at the back of a receipt would hit one so hard – like reliving those moments once more at the height of my emotions. I cried😢, laughed😄, and freaked out😱 (someone watching might think I’ve lost my sanity). Nyay! 😬

Then, realization hits me… It’s not always true that as we add up figures to our age, we move on, nor as time passes, wounds heal. Nah, it isn’t like that.

Some wounds, even from childhood, are far too deep it may never close up. Some scars appear invisible only as it is covered by a thin layer of the outer skin… Most especially, some too ecstatic moments – excitement and fun at peak – becomes too good to be possible no more and will remain only in memory. Ugh! The feels…

Well, I guess I haven’t really forgotten nor moved on, have I? The feelings come over me choking me once more… “If only”, “I wish”, “I should have”, and so on… The thoughts of regret for some, the wishing for a time machine, the wanting to do things differently, and the longing for those memories to happen now… It’s like mixed emotions plus nostalgia at its best and worst – CHAOS!🚨⚠💥 In the end, I just sigh…

“Nothing happens for no reason.”

Logic may not always justify its truth but perhaps, it doesn’t have to. It is worth a life – my life! And if there’s one thing powerful enough to save a breath for, this says it — HOPE!👍
~eia®

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Thank You 2017x!

It’s the last day of 2017!

Hmmmn… This is my first post here and actually, I’ve been contemplating much on what I should be posting about. I’ve set up this blog for almost a month now but haven’t really got any good in mind for a first blog-post until today. Either I was busy or somewhere else out of cell site (or maybe not… Just on stand-by or ‘dummy mode’)… LOL! 😜 Anyway, since this blog is personal and I really plan to post anything random, I thought the first should at least be a good one.

Well, it’s the yearend, and a new year is unveiling tonight so I guess it’s a good start for this blog. 👍
December 31st:

I couldn’t remember a time when my family (or majority of the family members) isn’t together on this day of each year. But today… I feel a li’l strange and different. Not that I’m lonely, don’t misunderstand… I’m just saying I’m used to listening loud boisterous laughters, cheers and convos in all corners of the house, kids running around, and toys and gifts are all over the place. But today, it’s just different having just me and mom to do the countdown from this part of the world. I wonder… Have time really gone by quick? Or have we grown up so fast – having our own family, and work far even? Ahh, time… You see, we are a big family. I’ve gotta say that so you won’t feel weird of me uttering those wonderings. When I say big, I meant ‘a bunch’ like 11 children and 1-3 kids from each of my 8 siblings. (If that’s not huge, I don’t know what is… Haha!)

As I was saying, it’s the last day of the year and I wanted to make it special or out of the ordinary days somehow. So I had mom meet me up after mass at a Korean restaurant. (We all got this Korean taste buds somewhere, which activates at certain times, you see. 😋) We had our order ‘to-go’ so we could eat together with the family of the only sibling in town right now. We got Bibimbop (with Kimchi, of course), Ramyeon, Mandu, Pop-Rice for the kids, and Aloe drinks – brown rice tea and seaweeds were not available, and samgyeupsal might take more time. After we ate, we only have limited time to chat and play-watch with the kids (the disadvantage of ‘curfewed’ jeepneys and no taxi available, plus it’s that time where almost no one wants to work late), so we got home before dark.

Tonight, it’s just gonna be “mom and the last kid”. (I guess there’s another good thing in being single..? Haha! Just kidding… #nopunintended) Then again, I’m not the only single in the family, just to be clear.

These moments, I usually tag ’em as “all around the universe” or “everywhere but home”. Why? Exactly, why? Sometimes, I feel guilty but what else are we supposed to do? 11 children, yet at the end of a regular day, mom still finds herself alone. But we all know we are always one in thought, and I gotta say, mom is one hella strong woman! With that said, I salute all great moms out there.

I dedicate all my ‘cheers’ and ‘hurrahs’  for this last day of the year, and wishes for a good start of a blessed 2018 to all parents and children all over the universe! Have fun and enjoy! Happy new year, everyone!😘

~eia®
P.S.

Don’t forget to wear your grateful heart…🙏

(photos next time, and further progress on the blog face… guess it’s a li’l too hectic at this time)