My Little Jelly Bean
"Where do I begin, to tell the story of how great a love can be. The sweet love story that is older than the sea..."
My father used to sing this song for my mom every siesta Sunday afternoons and often times he dedicate this to her every time they had a gig at a videoke bar. Until then, it became my favorite song too. When I was 21, after I broke up with my first boyfriend, I can't stop asking myself when will I get married or how many children will I raise with my lawfully-wedded husband. Other than burning midnight candles to pass my Engineering degree, I seriously took opportunity to look for a perfect love, however it never happened. I am so much preoccupied of my career because even after graduation, I am still zealous of being a journalist rather than an engineer which, I presume, is only suited for men. Then again I have to choose the path destined for me, so tried my very best to become an engineer in a no-matter-how-many-ways to get it, so I still could not find the perfect love because I am such a career woman. Even in my college days I wasn't able to find the one because I was so busy participating student organization that, most often than not, will boost up my ego trip. I was president of the Japan Karate Association in our school chapter, cymbalist of the school's marching band, an active artist of a prestigious art club in the city, and yet has never been active to the Junior Institute where I need to belong. After putting myself to so much exposure, I still haven't met the perfect love because I then realized that everything else are all temporary high. What was perfect for me is what I see perfect at the very moment, on to what is present and to what I do not want to anticipate. Live life liberated has always been my motto, especially when I got out of home premises.
One day a huge calamity struck at some point in my life when I met Mr. Brightside, as what he call himself, in a nostalgic place like Cebu. I never thought a perfect moment could last forever. Well, okey now, I know it sounds so cheezy romance but I swear its not that cheezy as what you think it is. Bitter sweet sour, I can't tell how many flavors can a real love really tastes. A long distance affair is far too beyond the greatness of patience and trust, yet again, my philosophy of a perfect moment still applies. All the fighting are all done and we know what's left is the hollow and depressed heart debris of the remnants.
I am still singing my father's song. This time I know where to begin. My little jelly bean that is hanging in between my pelvic bones. With my little jelly bean, I will begin a perfect future this time. A perfect love..
My father used to sing this song for my mom every siesta Sunday afternoons and often times he dedicate this to her every time they had a gig at a videoke bar. Until then, it became my favorite song too. When I was 21, after I broke up with my first boyfriend, I can't stop asking myself when will I get married or how many children will I raise with my lawfully-wedded husband. Other than burning midnight candles to pass my Engineering degree, I seriously took opportunity to look for a perfect love, however it never happened. I am so much preoccupied of my career because even after graduation, I am still zealous of being a journalist rather than an engineer which, I presume, is only suited for men. Then again I have to choose the path destined for me, so tried my very best to become an engineer in a no-matter-how-many-ways to get it, so I still could not find the perfect love because I am such a career woman. Even in my college days I wasn't able to find the one because I was so busy participating student organization that, most often than not, will boost up my ego trip. I was president of the Japan Karate Association in our school chapter, cymbalist of the school's marching band, an active artist of a prestigious art club in the city, and yet has never been active to the Junior Institute where I need to belong. After putting myself to so much exposure, I still haven't met the perfect love because I then realized that everything else are all temporary high. What was perfect for me is what I see perfect at the very moment, on to what is present and to what I do not want to anticipate. Live life liberated has always been my motto, especially when I got out of home premises.
One day a huge calamity struck at some point in my life when I met Mr. Brightside, as what he call himself, in a nostalgic place like Cebu. I never thought a perfect moment could last forever. Well, okey now, I know it sounds so cheezy romance but I swear its not that cheezy as what you think it is. Bitter sweet sour, I can't tell how many flavors can a real love really tastes. A long distance affair is far too beyond the greatness of patience and trust, yet again, my philosophy of a perfect moment still applies. All the fighting are all done and we know what's left is the hollow and depressed heart debris of the remnants.
I am still singing my father's song. This time I know where to begin. My little jelly bean that is hanging in between my pelvic bones. With my little jelly bean, I will begin a perfect future this time. A perfect love..
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