This just in…
This is the mother of all Throwback Thursday posts! (Ok fine, I type slowly…it’s Friday already.)
I got an email from the 2008 version of me!!!
How weird is that?! Well apparently, I composed an email to myself 5 years ago, on October 17, 2008. The email was set to be delivered into the future through FutureMe.org . I completely forgot about it so this has been a pleasant surprise.
I was “lovelorn” (in my own words circa 2008) and felt like it was the end of me. But nooooo, it’s been five years and I’m doing much much better. And I have bigger (real) problems now. Not the icky luuuurve problems. Haha.
I’m sharing/copy-pasting the actual email here so it can help encourage and inspire others going through a similar situation, but I’m deleting the portions that are too personal (XXXXX).
———- message ———-
Date: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Subject: This was written on Oct 17, 2008
To: X XX XX@gmail.com
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed 4 years and 12 months ago, on October 17, 2008. It is being delivered from the past through FutureMe.org
Are you happy? I hope you are. I hope you made the right decisions in your life. Minsan talaga kailangang piliing maging tama kesa maging masaya. At the end of the day, lalake lang sya. You can achieve so much more in your life kung hindi ka masyadong lovelorn. XXXXX
You’re not a weakling, Faye. Show your strength. Hindi mo kailangan ng ibang tao para mavalidate ang pagkatao mo. You’re ok. You’re fine. You’re a beautiful person inside and out so don’t ever think that you’re ugly and you don’t deserve to be happy. There’s so much in your life to be happy about. You have so much to be thankful for, Faye.
Continue to live your life to the fullest. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes kasi dun ka naman talaga matututo. Andun ang saysay ng mga kamalian sa buhay…yung pag may natutunan ka na at may magandang naidulot sa pagkatao mo.
Walang “another lifetime.” That’s some blurry romantic notion. Don’t wait for another lifetime. Live in the NOW. Live in the moment. Sabi nga sa Rent, there’s no day but today. XXXXX Life is a beautiful mess. Enjoy every minute of it… kahit saan ka pa makarating.
Me (2008 version)
As in saturated fat in all its lurid goodness. Oh yes, rich and powerful it is. #blueberrypancakes #withwhippedcream #hellocloggedarteries
The Prompt: Saturated
This week, show us a photo of whatever you’d like, but make sure it’s saturated. It can be black and white, a single color, a few hues, or a complete rainbow riot; just make sure it’s rich and powerful.
Non-stop monsoon rains recently pounded Manila and caused widespread flooding that put classes, office work, and some businesses to a standstill. I was marooned at home for five days!
So in between working from home on my laptop (good thing I brought home my adorable Lenovo monster), and doing silly arts-and-crafts with my adorable niece Sophie (we made colorful puppets from old socks!), I cleaned up my bookshelf and decided to dispose of some of my old books, you know, to make room for new books!
Okay, I confess, for the life of me I don’t have a proper bookshelf and these books were actually strewn around my room. And I wasn’t really ditching them, I was looking for their new owners. (Sentimental much.) I wanted to give away my babies … errhm books … for free and did it the fast and hassle-free way — I promptly posted an invitation on Facebook. Oh and yes, there were takers! Despite the info overload from the internet and popular social networking sites, there’s always someone out there raring to read books.
It was a trip down memory lane as I checked out my old books and laughed and cringed at my “dear diary”-style notes usually scribbled on one of the first few pages of a book. The particularly interesting books even had drawings, marginal notes, highlighter marks, and underscores. That’s how I am with books. I’m not a fan of the plastic covered, immaculate looking, put-a-crease-on-my-bookspine-and-I’d die type of books. I want mine dog-eared, riddled with notes and yellowed by the passing years. Just not termite-infested. No. Eeew.
It was difficult deciding which ones to keep and which ones to give up before they become termite food, but when the dust cleared (literally), these were put up for adoption:
Fiction -Short Stories
*Friend of my youth (Alice Munro)
*Cathedral (Raymond Carver)
*Other Fish in the Sea (Lisa Kusel)
*The Best American Short Stories of 1998
*Behind the scenes at the museum (Kate Atkinson)
*The Zero (Jess Walter)
*Spilling Clarence (Anne Ursu)
*The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)
*Saturday (Ian McEwan)
*Eat, Pray, Love (Elizabeth Gilbert)
*Freakonomics (Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner)
*Here Comes the Bride (Jaclyn Geller)
*Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoevsky)
*A Room with a View and Howard’s End (EM Forster)
*The complete short stories of Mark Twain
*Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)
*Tess of the D’urbesvilles (Thomas Hardy)
*The importance of being earnest (Oscar Wilde)
*Four Comedies (Shakespeare)
I just couldn’t find it in my heart to give away Alan Lightman, David Sedaris, Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, Philip K. Dick, Neil Gaiman, Jessica Zafra’s Twisted anthologies, Ricky Lee’s novels, and my precious precious precious Kikomachine Komix.
I’m also keeping my Umberto Eco and Haruki Murakami books — with the fervent hope that someday I’d have the patience and the iron will to read through them without stabbing my eye with a pen. What verbose, quirky men they are.
Until the next rainy day book cleanup, Foucault’s Pendulum will be parked ominously on my bedside table and it will mock me and my limited vocabulary and knowledge of world history.