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Friday, May 8, 2009

The Evolution of Tristan


I was once a flirt with stories to tell.


And a dark past that remained hidden.


But deep inside, I was just a lonely guy looking for love.


A dreamer and a hopeless romantic wishing for his own happy ending.


But unmet expectations got to me first and I felt that I needed a break. 


Hopeful, I remained waiting.



And wishing that someday my life could be colorful once more.


I prayed that the New Year would bring cheer and romance.


But successfully single, I remained.


So I continued to dream, flirt and hope. 
Love came in time for Valentines.


And I was finally single but not available.


Happiness had to end on on my birthday.
The worst birthday of my life so far.


My whole world collapsed.
I closed Tristan Tales down.


Deep inside, the hopeless romantic in me continued to wish, hope and dream.


But the pain of a broken heart changed me for the worse.


 I felt that my life became one big joke.


And I believed that joke all the way North.


I felt I needed to go back to my happy place to search for myself.


And I came back a little jaded but still in pain.


I wished for the pain to stop but it never ceased. 
The Siam Lotus never worked its magic.


I blamed destiny and avoided my reality.


Soon, the rainbow shone again. 
My stories now bolder than ever to hide the pain that was beyond extreme.


But deep inside, I continued to hope for a happy ending.


Until the happy ending became less and less possible. 
I had to start over, again.


I came to terms with my reality recently. 
With a prayer that destiny would get me to that happy place around winter.


I tried to bring back Tristan Tales' glory.
But I remained smitten by past love and forever promises.


Now I hold to a promise.
As I start over again, alone.


As I continue my search for that elusive happy ending
There will be something old, something new.
There will be something borrowed and, of course, something blue.


This is my destiny.
This is the way it should be.
This is me and my life so far.

My name is Tristan Tan and this is Tristan Tales (dot com).



Blogger's Note: After nine months, so much has happened. All of you have been a witness to the transformation. Now brace yourselves, the best is yet to come.



9 stamps:

Allan said...

ganda ah..

:D

:: cb :: said...

looks family. hehe it's always nice to look back sa isang mahabang journey.

Anonymous said...

Hmmm... paglaki ko, magkakamarami din akong ganyan. In fact, pag nagkablog na ako papalitan ko and banner every month para in one year's time, meron na akong retrospective.

But my life's so blah these days, and I'm retrogressing into Marvel and DC comics, and long limbs in spandex that withstand the purest astral forces of a thousand billion souls concentrated in a single blast of pure emotion so powerful that not even the most optimistic dare hope for survival in its aftermath. Except the spandex, of course.

Maybe I could reach into the deepest recesses of my tortured memories and birth each one into the virtual world crying, knowing that soon the psychic umbilical will be severed and the memory shall be unto its own, an entity free of its womb.

Ma-effort! Ayoko magsulat ng ganyan. Walang pay!

Kaya pala lumawak ang vocabulary ko kse sa comics ako pinalaki. Or more precisely, pinagbawalang lumaki. Dahil sa ban on Liwayway and Hiwaga sa bahay, natuto akong maglayas at maki-comics sa mga kaklase. Kasama na syempre ang unauthorized sleepovers during weekdays. At dun ko natuklasan ang mga classmate ko. Nagsituklasan kami. Tinuklas ko sila, tinuklas nila ako, pero di kami matuklas-tuklas ng mga girls na may crush sa amin. Kung kelan sila tumanda, saka lang nagsiamin. Kami ng mga kakomiks ko, syempre walang inamin. Baka isumpa kami ng mga anak nila (sila lang ako hindi), na ngayon ay nagdodota na. Sana magsibling komiks ang dota, at lumawak ang pananaw nila sa katuklas tuklas na mundo at ang mga bagay dito na -- of course at bakit hindi? -- makamundo.

Katulad ni Tristan na hindi lang kinomix ang pangarap, kinarir pa. Walang drawing-drawing, lilipad patungong winter (magpapaka-bear ba habang nagha-hibernate?)

Walang takot na hahayo upang tuklasin kung katuklas tuklas nga ba ang yelo doon, may pinagiba ba kung ito'y namuo within a hundred mile radius of Barack, or pareho lang sa yelong namuo sa di maisarang refrigerator na pre-self defrosting.

Maligayang paglalakbay. Nawa'y lalo pang dumami ang iyong mga banner. Banner ba talaga tawag dun?

wanderingcommuter said...

ang husay!!!!

standing palakpak!

gillboard said...

mukhang mahaba-habang back reading ito.. hehehe

Herbs D. said...

ikr....OMG

daddy tristan.andami talaga!!!!!!
wow wow wow wow wow.

:) im..just..reallly..speechless.
i don't know what to say but to give daddy tristan one BIG BEAR HUG!

*BIG BEAR HUG*

Frustrated Doctor said...

weh! padamihan talaga ng banner ha? hehehe.

Miss Confession said...

are those all your blog banners??? looked like it...

Tristan Tan said...

@Allan salamat. *wink*

@CB hehehe... yeah it's been one long ride.

@Anonymous hehehe.. buti na lang lumaki ka na. :) And yes, banner ang tawag dun. Abangan mo ang post ko pag-alis ko. Magpupunas ako ng bintana ni Barack.

@wanderingcommuter salamat po. bow.

@gillboard goodluck sa pagbabasa. :P

@Herbs D. :)

@Frustrated Doctor abangan mo ang likod ko... lalabas na din. bleh!

@Miss Confession yup! thanks for dropping by. :)