jollibee

i recently attended a birthday party for a lovely little girl. it was supposed to be a happy party. it was in fact a happy party. however, it did make me think about a lot of things. insecurities, one may call it.

for one, it made me realize that this is all i will probably ever have - attending kiddie parties. not being able to host one for my very own (which i doubt i will ever have). being a middle ager, it would be a high-risk for both parent and child - physically, financially and what have yous. it also made me realize that trying to be too practical will do you no good. i see families with the parents earning only half what i do but i see them happy. i guess the happiness of taking care of someone of your own blood erases all the fatigue, gives one strength and courage to do even better. it is also during kiddie parties that you realize that friends are so busy feeding their babies that your attempts at making conversations are punctuated with phrases meant to encourage their babies to eat.

i know not all people are meant to be parents and have families.
i just wished i realized i was probably one them soon enough.

all these musings were cut short when jollibee did finally come in.
something about a yellow and red-orange bee prancing along to the latest dance hit somehow made me smile. laugh even.

hey, jollibee, can i adopt you instead? :)