Filed under: Philosophy of the Person
Performing Artist : Oasis
From the Album : Definitely Maybe
Maybe I don’t really want to know how your garden grows, I just want to fly. Lately did you ever feel the pain in the morning rain as it soaks it to the bone? Maybe I just want to fly, I want to live I don’t want to die. Maybe I just want to breath, maybe I just don’t believe, maybe you’re the same as me, we see things they’ll never see… You and I are gonna live forever. Maybe I will never be all the things that I want to be but now is not the time to cry, now’s the time to find out why. I think you’re the same as me, we see things they’ll never see… You and I are gonna live forever. We’re gonna live forever… gonna live forever.
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The above song is especially dedicated to Mr. Penguin. Why? Because I want to.
I guess I will never really know how much I love Mr. Penguin, or how much he loves me. Love is beyond all measurement units and principles of accounting. (Was it Jessica Zafra who first said this?) But I know, we can stand everything because of this simple fact : that we will never choose to share the present and the future with someone else.
Many people are asking, why Mr. and Mrs. Penguin? Well, aside from the fact that we could easily pass for a penguin couple because we certainly walk, talk, and look like penguins, penguins are one of the handful monogamous creatures here on the planet. I watched an episode on NGC featuring penguins, imperial penguins to be precise (the species where Mr. and Mrs. Penguin belong). The husband and wife go out with the flock to catch fingerling/fish for their young. One afternoon, the wife got home much earlier than the husband did (they usually come home with minimal interval). You know what the wife did? She waited by the shore until the hubby arrived. It took her about three to four penguin flocks before she saw her husband, and they went home walking side by side. And that’s how we are—I wait for Mr. Penguin to come home (we do not live under the same roof yet; waiting is tantamount to checking my mobile phone for short messages) and I really could not put myself to sleep unless I know he’s safely home. He does the same to me, in case you are wondering if this is just a one-sided relationship. Heheheh.
So much for the penguins, which is just a pre-writing exercise.
Who is Mr. Penguin?
I have always considered myself extraordinary. A bit conceited and egotistical, I get easily turned-off even by the smallest things—you know, things that one would normally accept like wrong grammar, wrong spelling, dirty nails (which can be acceptable for first- and second-time offenders, but the third offense is really a manifestation of poor hygiene), teeth with ‘food-filled’ gaps (which is the one I can not accept because I take good care of my teeth), etc. Mr. Penguin is not perfect. His English is not that good, his nails are dirty 3-4 times a week (because of the nature of his work), he sometimes smells like he’s been out in the sun for eternity (again, the nature of his work is to blame for this), he sometimes thinks illogically, commits mistakes… and yet it is okay for me. I don’t know why. I am still trying to figure it out—why this Mr. Penguin is ‘turn-off’ proof. Maybe because I can be better than him in English, Accounting, Philosophy, fashion, and hygiene, but when it comes to ALL OTHER THINGS, he is far more better than I am. And that’s what I have always asked for—someone greater than I am, someone more talented, someone more controlled, more decisive, stronger, someone who is never intimidated by my tactics and cheekiness—because knowing myself, the person who can challenge me and push me to the limits is the one whom I would be willing to spend the rest of my life with. I know with Mr. Penguin, I can stand a lifetime without getting bored or seeing myself become stagnant. With Mr. Penguin, life is in constant motion, in constant revolution, teeming with vitality, without even wanting to rest because every second of my life is a challenge to keep up with his pace so that we can grow together and that no one is left behind.
Mr. Penguin doesn’t really know about this fact, but I’ll say this now. He is the one I am proud to be with, wherever I go—be it in the Marilao Badminton Court, the drinking sessions after, be it with my overly conservative relatives—because with him, I know I need not worry about my boyfriend being the laughing stock of the crowd because of some inexcusable stupidity and unwarranted vanity. Because I know, I can bring him anywhere, and he can easily mix in with the crowd and gain its respect by simply being himself.
I remember praying that God (don’t ask me about my religion…it’s complicated) gives me someone whom I deserve (considering I have lost so many important people in my short existence, I believe I deserve someone good), someone who loves me more than I can love myself. And He gave me Mr. Penguin. And guess what? I got more than I asked for. God did not only give me someone who can love me more than I love myself, but also someone who lets me love myself a little bit more. And there’s even these bonuses : he’s talented and intelligent—not to mention good in ____. (Go figure, you shitheads.)
Maybe I will never be all the things that I wanna be. But I have you. And that’s more than enough.
