The Poker Face @ 21

The minute we were born, a curse awaited to escort us while we made our exit from the womb and out to the world. It was the curse of age, of aging, of growing old.

But a curse might not be forever a curse. Aging is a threat to all of us, especially to those who hate wrinkles a lot.

But when life grows more and more beautiful at every turn of the pages, aging becomes a moment of blossoming; age becomes a gift.

I know I'm not alone at claiming a beautiful life. Many people do have wonderful lives, and we call it "wonderful" from our own different perspectives.

And as much as I believe that mine is so wonderful, I know there are much reasons to believe so. God. Family. Friends. And a lot more.

Friends, random people you meet at random places and time...in random circumstances. You wouldn't even care at first who are to stay, who are to leave. Until, for random reasons you couldn't not care. You learn to love them without doubt of the future, without fear, without hesitation, without anything withheld. 'Cause in the very first place, you wouldn't even notice that you're beginning to care.

Princess Fatima. Call her "Faye". Well, "fayetot" (at times). She was one of these once-random people I met, and now I'm afraid I couldn't remember how we first met. Forgive. (*lol*)

It's always her strength...that's not even a bit obvious at the sight of her poker face. I mean happy face. (*lol* I love you Fayetot!) Just you wait until she spills the stories, and then you have forever to wait for your turn. That's alright, you can laugh with her anyway...or LAUGH AT her. (*hahaha*)

Laugh at her for being "supremely" talkative. Laugh at her funny expressions. Laugh at her corny jokes, you couldn't follow at times. ( :P ) Laugh at her fat cheeks (I love you!!! :D ) Laugh at her panicky moments, at her violent reactions, and...sometimes, just sometimes, at her being speechless and clueless. And often, she just didn't hear it and then expect a funny poker face of a stereotype librarian. (*lol*)

Seriously now.

To Faye: A lot have changed, we all know that. The Ramos apartment was "a big thing". But for sure, we have more than what it takes to keep a lasting friendship. Or at least we believe so (*hahaha*).

Now, as you turn over to page 21, what do we know of what could happen next? We're only characters in this book that we never wrote. Only The Author knows. Least of all, we can wish. But most of all, we can pray.

My gift for you is neither solid, nor liquid, nor gas. *Tentenenen!* And oh, it's a secret: for me to keep, for you to find out within a period of a lifetime.

From DewBerry with love.

(NOTE: Today is February 23, 2011.)