Gigantic Thank You

I am the most selfish human being I have ever known in my entire life. I don’t do socialization kind of thing. I don’t like to bother someone else’s matter as much as I don’t like them to bother mine. I’m just not good at pretending to be interesting to every conversation with other people as some might blessed with that kind of ability –trust me conversation with other is interested me ONLY when I’m the one who speak–

Then these creatures suddenly jump up into my life out of nowhere –well actually I jumped up into their town– And I have to bust my ass to keep up with them. They socialize. A LOT. Since I know no one else here, following their activity sounds like a good idea.

We were just met, never known each other before. And I found that I am always having a huge trouble in a new community. To me, being around new people is exactly as uncomfortable as leaving your house without your deodorant. It stinks. Normally I’ll drag myself out of it and find a corner where I can peacefully sit and rejoin my solitude. But miraculously I didn’t do that. I enjoy every second I have with them. I never thought that caring others could be this fun.

Last month was my birthday. And I was positive that I would celebrate it accompany only by phone calls from my far far away family and old friends. But I didn’t. I celebrated it with bunch of new friends –they are THE creatures I’ve mentioned above–; in a beach; in the rain; without lights; without umbrellas; but with lots of happiness. I even had a birthday cake!!! And I got a birthday present, a nice and pink and need to wait to be worn OUTFIT –to whoever responsible for this present, that is the only description I’m allowed to share in a public blog– :p

That's me.

That's the Birthday Cake.

That's the beauty of revenge

That's not a birthday ritual. That's just him being nice. And me being ugly.

That's the prove of the atrocity that dawn.

That's them

So as Jacob Bohm says “There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of faith.  It says that the Gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached to it are all the people whose lives we are destined to touch.  This thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.” So mine and these people’s ankles are apparently tied up one to another. They have touched and saved me. If you’ve read my other posts about my moving to this place, you’ll know I will give anything I have to keep me out of the place I live right now. I puke every morning during tooth brushing on the first months of moving. Now I know pregnancy is not the only factor that can deliver morning sick into your door. Stress has the honor to do that also. Trust me. I’ve been there. But these people turn every headache, tears, despair, those morning sick wanna be of mine into something people might call surreal and I thank all of them for that. I wish I can add something nice to their life too as much as what they had added into mine. I am lucky that my ankles are attached to so many good people. My girlfriends who always there whenever I need a hand to lift me up when I feel low even we live thousand miles away from each other right now.

I probably missed many faces on my birthday this year. To be honest this year is the first birthday I have without my mom and dad’s hugs. But I’m truly blessed I have new faces I see here which allow me to have a warm feeling on my birthday as warm as my parent’s birthday bear hugs

-M-