Monday, March 28, 2011


Have you experienced something so itchy that’s hard to ignore? That you tried to brush it off but it still lingers? That no matter how much you scratch, it just won’t go away? That you can’t even pin-point where it’s at exactly?

So you thought you’ll seek help. You’ll ask someone to help you scratch the itch for you. Not just anyone. That someone be someone you could trust. That should be someone who’ll stand by you. After all it’s so personal and not everyone would be willing and could handle it. Who could that be, you think hard.

After countless of attempts, you finally found that one person you could bet your life with. That someone will scratch the itch for you – with no questions ask. You made yourself believe that that person will do it wholeheartedly. And when that person finds the location and why it’s so itchy that person will not change. That person will stand by you. You’ll trust that person and hope that person believes you. And that will make you feel secured.

Then finally, you ask that person to find the itch. You point where the itch might be to serve as a guide even if you don’t know where the itch is exactly. You just felt it somewhere there. So you let that person search for the itch and when the person locates the itch, you hope that that person will scratch, scratch and scratch it for you ‘till it’s gone. You let go, of course. You are no longer afraid even if that person will dig deeper. You let loose and trust the person completely. Then the itch is gone.

What a relief, you tell yourself. The itch is gone. You that that person. Then you look at the person’s eyes then you feel awkward suddenly. Then everything is silent. Then you feel something different – something is not right. Then suddenly you feel shameful of something you are not guilty of – of something that you did not do.

Everything is changing. You may think that it’s nothing and try to brush it off but you can’t deny you feel it.

That everything from that moment forward will be different. That everything will never be the same as it was before.

So you ask yourself now. Is the risk worth it - that although the itch is gone by now, it was replaced by something so much worse? Will you turn back the hands of time and endure the itch by yourself? But then again things already happened so thinking about it would be only a waste of time.


The Curious Cat
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Sunday, March 6, 2011


“You know what? You were right after all,” I told myself. “I am a coward. Funny how long it took me to finally admit it.”

“What made you acknowledge it? Why only now,” asked other self.

“Not really sure. Come to think of it, it never really cross my mind until today.”

“Oh come one, think hard. It must have been triggered by something, that I am sure,” the other self told me with a smirk on his face.

“I just got tired ok. I mean, I used to be carefree and would risk everything just to find answers. Most of the time, things didn’t turn out the way I thought it would be. It’s disappointing but it didn’t stop me from trying another thing that I’d like to do.” I told myself while I stared at my feet and noticed how tired they might have been from being pushed too hard.

“But I can only take this much. After one failure after another and the fact that I’m no longer young makes me think of what will become of me and that uncertainty began to scare me.” I added, still looking at my feet.

“I was with you all through the journey and those failures that you were saying didn’t stop you. Not until now,” the other self pointed out. Still looking straight at me.

“Again, it must be that I am no longer young. That if I still sucked it’ll be my last. I might not survive. That scares me. Only God knows how scared I am right now,” I sighed.

“That age thing really is getting into you now, doesn’t it,” the other self teases me.

“Well sort of, not because of the number though. But mainly because of financial security and stability. I can no longer risk that. If I let my passion rule my life again, then I’ll be carefree and careless again. Then back to zero again,” I replied and this time looks the other self straight on.

“It’s sad how life’s get in the way, you know. I completely understand where you’re coming from. Art is your passion, at one point your life you risk everything to follow it. You were getting good at it but financially you’re getting nothing. If only praises turn into money,” the other self told me as a matter-of-factly.

“You don’t need to rub it in. Can’t you see that I’m sadder than ever?”

“Oh I know that face, you’re actually wanting to risk again, don’t you? OMG, you are seriously thinking about. Tell me I’m wrong,” the other self demanded.

“Yes I am thinking about it but that doesn’t mean I’m going to,” I replied. “You see, I’m in a much better place now. I’m earning well and am able to buy stuffs that I want,” I added.

“For what price? Lack of sleep, perhaps? Not able to see your friends? Not able to do the things you really want?”

“Ok, stop it, I get your point. But this time is different. It’s no longer about myself anymore. I have bigger responsibility than chasing dreams. My sister is going to take up Law. My brother is going to take up Medicine after college and that will be next year already. So I have to save for them. And it’s sad that it took me this long to realize that responsibility.”

If not risking anymore makes me a coward so I could help my family then I guess I am.”

So many disappointments came my way. It’s not going to end there, I know. But the truth is, even if it makes me sad – even if I don’t feel happy most of the time. By just thinking of my family and the ways I could be able to help by staying at my job, I think I’ll be contented. Happy no but contented, yes.”

Unexpectedly, the other self hugged me so tight. For the first time we finally feel for each other.


The Curious Cat
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