The castle still stands. It shows it's obvious signs of aging with broken staircases, crumbling stones and faded wall-hanging tapestries. But it doesn't look like the fall out shelter at all. It stands mighty and erect with all its sky high towers and turrets beside the gushing waters of the ever turbulent ocean. The ocean and the castle seem to complement each other. It intensifies the beauty.The white foamy crashing waves bring out the ruggedness of the broken castle walls.The green mosses overlaying the window seals seem to enjoy every bit of the gusty weather with the spray of the ocean hundreds of feet below. The castle doesn't have a ditch or a moat. It stands apparently defenseless and very much vulnerable to any foreign attacks. But somehow I know, standing there on the vast rooftop, that it doesn't need any so called protection because whoever made this castle hadn't had any knowledge of fear. This castle was not built for safety. It is apparent from its large window contrary to narrow arrow slits in the walls, open bell towers and lots of unused free space. I wish I could meet the architect.How can someone be so clueless when building a fortress whose main idea should be based on defense! But hang on, maybe I'm wrong; maybe the architect knew exactly what he was doing. He made this gorgeous shelter for aimless travelers like me to rest our minds and protect our soul from the scorching heat of the urban society whose narrow limits and race against time makes us truly defenseless; defenseless to the corporate world and the Frankenstein of the bosses it created whose only goal is to be in everyone's business,torture you to meet impossible deadlines and making you work like a slave until late hours without benefits or even a little nod of appreciation;defenseless against the the attack of the ultra-health conscious glam magazines which mystifies the concept of feminine figures and asks you to join their preferred health program which can turn you into a body with toned legs like Diaz,high curves as Lopez',and flat abs as Anniston's. (Wondering what the result should look like..yet to do the experiment in photoshop!!!)The same magazine will advertise and waste a very few pages in describing how gorgeous a supermodel like Crystal Renn can be even when she's considered a plus size!!!Like c'mon editors when will the hypocrisy end!probably never cos u guys are doing your job to sell ur magazines I guess)
the attack goes on..with intervention of families just as jealous as Cinderella's two sisters; attack of their offspring who uses their off tanking and fire logging methods to crush the confidence of a generation of youth with their multitude of extra curricular activities and ever prepared strong resumes..
girlfriends who reminds of nothing but Scarlett's cousins complaining in the fields of Tara with their eternal complaints and striking ways to win battles by just mere nagging and sissyness.
Oh did I forget to mention one of the biggest gear of the battlefield..the relationship tanker..It has more potential than the biggest enemy threats...the talented strategies it uses to encroach on the target can easily nullify the thoughtful 'final fantasy' tactics..the sweet word of seduction to the extreme fake possessiveness, to the sudden mood changes(without PMSing or any rhyme or reason) to the carefully driven infidelities...well what other ways are there to crush and cause a positive and permanent damage to the target...
Is there any hope?
The castle still stands...stands tall..cos its battered plinth is relatively stronger than any of the above attacks..the corner buttresses add to its support..i run up the stairs to the top most floor where the wind howls the most and it flows through my hair and makes me feel at home :)
The dream halts..text message 1-"hun u've no idea, i met this gym trainer..not 8 packs but certainly close to six..smiled at me a few times..u think the games on?"
text message 2- "the doctor just had 9 procedures today!..why the hell are the scheduling so less!if u want your job come to my office NOW!"
text message 3-"Dear Leo,you have to stand up for yourself if you want to remove the clouds.The fire is burning soo hot that you will face arguments and you will find people less likely to come in terms with you today"
Jesus!!!!Poor castle I've to leave but will visit you soon. I can hardly live without your presence.Keep on haunting me as you've done for the past two decades.:)
à bientôt!
