Maybelle Victor

The real hell is your life gone wrong.

- What Dreams May Come -

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Almost dying changes nothing.  Dying changes everything.

- House, TV Series -

I’d rather be close to the birds than forever wish I could fly.

-  House, TV Series-

If you think summer is too short for a breath-taking adventure, think again! Rick Riordan is back with his latest book, “The Red Pyramid”.

The Red Pyramid is an “incarnation” of Egyptian Myth, embellished with realistic characters who share our world. Riordan, once again, used his tested ingredients to come up of an educational book that both stimulates your interest and at the same time, keeps you seated upright ready to plunge at the suspense he laid for you.

The Red Pyramid opens with the main protagonists, Carter and Sadie, going into a museum with their dad, Julius. It became apparent, however, that Julius was planning something else other than visiting for they caught him using magic to summon the god, Osiris. Something went wrong however, for a creepy, cold voice spoke to their dad talking about getting back his throne and then, they saw their dad being entombed alive in a coffin which was swallowed by the floor as if it was water.

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My brother was asking me what I thought about Valentine’s Day since I watched the DVD yesterday and what I said was, “it’s okay, covers different types of love stories, from married couples to students…” dand my brother has this look that silently says… “hello????” and that’s with a zillion question marks.

Come to think of it, what more is there to talk or see about love? Love is meant to be experienced and no matter how much we try to re-live it or portray it on screen or off, on books or wherever, it will always be the same. Did we run out of ideas on how to show our feelings or do we associate ourselves with projected images because we cannot remove ourselves from the idea of what we want to be?

Some of my friends think that it’s pretty pathetic to not have a social life, or well, to be specific, not have a partner. I think they’re not far from the truth but they also don’t know the real story.

What completes a person or who makes us feel complete is not necessarily the so-called soul mate or the dream husband we all long to have when we were kids. I know I have a long way to go, being young and well, being inexperienced in many ways but I do believe that what I have and what I have earned at this point is something meaningful. It may not be perfect, it may not even be enough for some people, but it’s close to being complete for me.

God is good and I am very thankful that I am alive at this point and at this time — with me, moving on and well, re-discovering myself as an individual and as a single mother, with my daughter and my family, with my friends and with the workplace I am blessed to be part of.

(The movie implied that Valentine’s Day gives you an excuse to be stupid about love. It’s not Valentine’s Day today and I’m not stupid, but I can say, I am in love.)

I don’t know why it almost always happen on your birthday. Maybe because it literally means beginning and no matter how many years have passed, it still means the same thing – a beginning.

I found myself looking back at my life to assess where I am now. For some reason the week has become a week full of questions and dreams and I’m glad to say, the week is almost over and I am at peace with myself.

Last May 26 was the only birthday I could remember where I wasn’t looking forward to the second the clock hand strikes 12 midnight. Usually, I wait for the first text around that time, just curious who is anxiously waiting for my birthday or who remembered but incidentally, nobody texted me around that time too. I guess everyone was busy like I was. It was one heck of a beginning if you’ll ask me.

In my head, I was planning on starting my day with a thanksgiving mass and proceeding to renewing my driver’s license and PRC ID, have lunch at the office and spend time with the kids by watching a movie and fulfilling the promise to drop by what Julia calls “Kiddies” (It’s this area at Kidz Station in Powerplant Mall where you purchase a small canvass that’s pre-heated in an oven so you can color it with a glue-type dye afterwards.). I ended sleeping through half the morning, have lunch in the office with the kids, got my new line (I do have a new number now) at Globe Park Square, meet up with my parents and then go to Powerplant where the kids did go at Kiddies and where we had a little snack at Dulcinea.

It was at Dulcinea that I had this really annoying feeling of not having too much time. It was like the day passed so fast and I “accomplished” too little of what I wanted to do. From Powerplant, we rushed home to catch the 6:30pm mass at San Isidro. I made it through homily and went home, in time to order some food from Martin’s Cuisine. Mom already called another restaurant for the pancit we’d be sharing to the nearby families and bought some pork barbecue being sold under the lamppost of a corner street (in short, “bbq sa kanto ng Isidro”, lol). Dad was preparing Kaldereta and well, a simple inuman session was on its way.

Surprisingly, Kevin dropped by with a Red Ribbon Cake from Kuya Obet. I haven’t seen Kevin for quite some time, the last was maybe September and he did have tons of chika to share. Tito Boleng was also “game” on a little session and the night was young.

To cut the long story short, overstuffed of food, two bottles of beer and a huge slice of cake later, I started thinking of how different this birthday was and in a way, life-changing. A bit of chat early today and my dinner a few hours ago with two of my closest friends was an echo.

There is much to be thankful for in this life and just because we do not get what we want, it doesn’t mean that it’s pointless or meaningless. I didn’t get as much text greetings as I had before but I got a lot of greetings via Facebook (thanks to all who greeted me). I didn’t get as much gifts but I get to gather with family and I enjoyed every bit of it
I didn’t get to do anything I planned but every moment of the day was worth it. This birthday wasn’t a birthday about making a wish and blowing off the candles on the cake or hearing the happy birthday song sung in a chorus of distorted tones. It wasn’t even about others wishing me a happy birthday. It was about me as an individual, sharing the day with everyone who matters in my life.

I am really grateful for this day, what it stands for and for everyone who are connecting to me via facebook.

By the way, I do believe in birthday wishes. They do come true you know.

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