The Pensive

Today is my birthday. I am 20 years old young.

I was scrounging up some memories in my brain, memories to share on this blog that could lend insight into what kind of person I was, am, and will become. All that I got, though, was a trail of vivid pink objects that seemed to dot every special event in my life.

My family lived in Bacolor, Pampanga when I was born. I barely remember anything from the old house; I was too young to remember the wooden detail of the walls and floors, the surrounding fields of peaceful bamboo trees, or the lively chatter of neighboring houses. But when I try to recall, or when my mother tells stories, I can somehow picture what it looked like. For instance, in my mind I see my 2-year-old self dancing in front of a floor-length mirror with bright pink plastic borders. I was dancing, dancing with similarly pink sunglasses hanging from my small face, and I'm pretty sure I was impressed with myself. All of these are scattered images, though, and the molten lava from Mt. Pinatubo swallowed them whole, making sure that I would never remember much else.

If you ask me about birthday parties, the memory that sticks out most to me was on my 7th birthday. I wore a gaudy yellow dress (I always wore dresses! And my hair was always up in pigtails! Thanks, Mom! :)) with lots of ribbons, and I held a pink balloon tightly in my hand as I prepared to face the crowd - my friends, whose faces and names I can't even recall. My favorite aunt - Biba, I call her - was at my side. I don't even know how it happened, but...my pink balloon - the biggest of the bunch made for the occasion - started sailing up, up, upwards, away from my reach. I felt the thin string sliding through my fingers, and in a matter of seconds, it was flying away from me. And then it was just a dot in the sky. I probably cried.

What's my point?

I honestly don't know...

Anyways, that was just a random connection I made between the color pink and my childhood memories. :) I guess I just diminished any power those stories had with this lame disclaimer. Haha. Oh well.

THANKS to everyone who wished me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I had a happy one, thanks to you guys. AWWW.

Good night!