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Tuesday, April 01, 2003

 

033103 mon 7:12pm
when a butterfly flies around me, that’s when I’d know I have a great day ahead of me. It’s something I like to believe in. I’d like to think butterflies protect me, or something of that sort. I’m so fascinated with butterflies I sometimes think I’m one of them. My name was associated with those little fairies when I was in high school that when it suddenly became a hit and thousands of them became prints on blouses, hairpins, jewelries, and even Mariah Carey’s album, my classmates joked that I started all that fad. I even learned a little symmetry in my handwriting by practicing to draw it, something that used to give me a hard time, and even incorporated it in my fancy signature.

There was even a time when it literally rested on my head. I was, as usual, very, very early in school (about 5am). It was kinda scary to be that early but I wanted a free ride with my dad therefore I had to endure everything that goes with waking up early. I have always been a scaredy cat so I had to sleep on my seat until my classmates show up one by one. Ate Les (the eldest of the class) came in long minutes later. Instead of good morning pleasantries, she suddenly asked me if I was culturing butterflies. It was such a stupid question and for a minute there I thought I wasn’t awake fully enough to understand what she was really asking. I somehow managed to answer no. She then asked, “eh bakit may paruparo ka sa ulo mo?”

It was such a pleasant feeling to know that that little fairy picked of all places my head to rest. I don’t know exactly what it was doing there. Maybe it thought I was a flower (hehe…). Well, whatever it was doing, I’m glad it chose me while I was sleeping. I thought it could stay a little longer but Ate Les shooed it away. And it flew around me before it made its way outside.

Well, that was my closest encounter so far with the little fairy. I couldn’t remember anymore if I had a great day after that but I’d just like to think that I had. It was enough to know that it stayed with me while I was alone. But it wasn’t always that I have been fascinated with them.

I remember being afraid of them when I was little. My kuya said something about the powder those little fairies sprinkle on people to make them blind. So everytime I saw a butterfly nearby, I tried to close my eyes to avoid their dust. I think I tried to avoid them until I reached high school.

So you see, I don’t really have the gift of knowing what I’ll like or hate in the future. and… that’s it. This entry doesn’t really have a lesson. I just want to share my fancy about butterflies.


my butterfly necklace



posted by anne at 8:09 PM

 

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