To My Only and Ever Loving Sister, the Best One No One Else Can Ever Have

You want a Chii cosplayer?

*Note: the girls in the pictures are not pictures of my sister, good grief. She's much younger and prettier. And today is March 6! Man, this blog clock ain't accurate...*

Dear Ruth, my little fashionista sister,

Before I start saying what I should say today, why don’t I tell you some pretty short tales?

This passed Sunday I went to the cosplay convention. Yup, lots of funny stuff there. Then I saw your two fave characters: Chii and Freya. I remembered you and how you liked Chobits and all (despite the fact you know it’s disturbing). So I took my humble cellphone and pictured those two cosplayers. Enjoy. Sigh, I should’ve gotten a real camera instead noh?

Then this passed Tuesday, after my violin lesson, I decided to play the Happy “Birthday” tune on my violin Mariea (who as you know is named after you). I practiced for some time and recorded. I made 6 attempts lasting from 1 minute to 5 minutes. But the audio recording gizmo in my laptop is just terrible. Plus my later attempts had a lot of wrong notes.

So I decided to try and draw a portrait of you. Yup, I really did. I guess I figured now was the right time. I even prayed before I took the pix of you available and doodled. But I didn’t get it right! Manang Salve said it was nice (guessed it was you pero mukhang nahalata niya yan ang gusto kong marinig. So not counted), but Lola couldn’t say much. She said it was beautiful but that’s all. She said she had poor eyesight so she couldn’t tell. Well, I assumed anyway that meant my portrait wasn’t very good so I tried to draw another one, a different pose. But I found it very unsatisfying and it’s soooo not you. I then reworked on the previous one and asked the advice of Manang Salve on how to fix it (tangosin ko daw ang ilong). I then went to see what Lolo would say. Said it was young and beautiful. When I said that’s what I would give you, he got the idea it was supposed to be you and replied frankly, “Hindi yan si Ruth. Ang layo…” Embarrassed I just pretended and replied “Alam ko, alam ko…” with a dweebish smile while tossing my spinning HB pencil in the air. Before I left, I caught the words “Ang pangit nun.” Ouch…really ouch…traumatized. So I decided to draw yet another one same pose as the ugly one. Prayed again. Result? It was better but it still was so terrible. So unsatisfied and stuff, I just closed my eyes and just had my emo moments…

Then Wednesday. I did the same thing. A different pose this time. Prayed even more earnestly. Can you guess the result? Terrible. Just terrible. I think I was going somewhere actually but it was just so disappointing that I tore the darn thing to pieces. And then to pieces again. Frustrated? Yes. Pissed? Yes. Felt abandoned? Oh, yes.

How about a Freya?

Today, this Thursday, I thought for almost the whole day, exactly what I’d give you. Music was just not good. Portrait went from worse to bad (but still terrible). I thought of drawing you a Card Captor Sakura thing with you as Sakura, the angel and saint, with me as Touya in the background with the usual horns and fork. After all I do tease you about…well…hahahaha. But nah, little Ms. Sakura and her gang are too old don’t you think? So I decided to draw a portrait, not of you, but the Chii cosplayer. I said you might like it since this time, the style would be realistic. Soon I thwarted it a bit to make the Chii a bit cuter. Prayed but I just said pessimistically “Bahala ka na, God…” Result? It was fine, very satisfactory. But the ears were a bother. It would’ve been better to remove them. But then why did I do it in the first place then? Bah…

So there. (About my prayers, well, I know God is good. However, one can’t help but feel He’s abandoned us or something…God respects that feeling…) I can’t give you anything. Alam mo naman mahirap ang buhay. Kaya di ako pwedeng bumili ng regalo. Plus I don’t know what you really want. My poetry? They’re being couch potatoes. Right now, they’re asleep, after all it’s quite late. I can just give you this blog post. Really sorry, hija…I really tried…seriously…oh wait…

Madam Ruth’s Birthday

I guess I don’t have much to say

I’ve failed in every time, every way

But the thing is this, how I wish you, Miss

A very good, very wonderful birthday

My amateur music hit the wrong notes

And all my portraits were wrong, those accursed strokes

My writing’s what I’ve left, don’t ask me for theft

For my wallet, my money; I’m broke…

I can just ask God to lovingly whisper or coo

In your ear, when you sleep through and through

And that love will find air, or you’ll find your joy somewhere

And heal whatever’s plaguing you

Big brother did what he could and should

But I guess Lord wants not for whatever’s His good

Say love to your friends, bet their stories don’t end

As adventurous as the tales of Robin Hood

And now let’s all sing, dance and woo

For things have passed, and now you’re all new

You ready to face? “Pagdadalaga” in place

When I say happy birthday to you?

Hahaha…

Oh I guess my poetry’s senses are still good though more frank and less wordy. Hahahahahahaha…Happy Birthday! ^-^

From

Leon, your melancholic brother