[17:36] A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in the watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruits;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles on the halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love has come to me.
Six years ago I recited this poem by Christina Rossetti at the Hong Kong Music and Solo Speech Festival. My first time representing my high school, and best of all I won first prize at the semi-finals. I thanked Mr. Tashiro whom coached me then for this prize by getting him another prize at the finals. It was a birthday gift to myself too, as the date of the contest was scheduled near my birthday date – six years ago…
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What does your birthday mean to you?
What does it mean to others like your parents or your friends?
Has it occurred to you that your birthday was one of the best and most painful thing that happened to your mother? It’s amazing to see how many claim themselves as individuals and that they are allowed to do anything on their birthday because it’s THEIR special day. Yet have you ever considered the fact that there won’t be a you with your mother didn’t go through the fuss and all? Technically, it’s not YOUR special day only. At least, that’s what I think.
If my mother is here in Hong Kong with me, I would have chose to have dinner with my parents – no matter how nagging my mom can get; no matter how she pisses me off ‘unintentionally’ to get her own way; and no matter how imperfect she says I am – instead of dad, grandma and an unmarried uncle tagging along for a meal paid by me.
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[17:57] Time’s Up
I effing suck at this…but in a funny and sort of cynical mood to write something or anything.
So here goes:
We see each other on our minds
but never face to face.
In denial you live each day,
holding on but never stay.
So plausible are your lies,
I hoped and waited,
my patience in vain.
As hours pass and lives go on,
our memories will fade after Fall.
