Karla and I cooked “adobo” for the guys. Haha. That experimental adobo. :)) #filipino #cuisine #adobo
Spent the day with the Bobokidds. Ang sakit ng lalamunan ko. Pati ng cheeks ko. Medyo puro laughtrip lang kasi nangyari nanaman this day. Hahaha.
Now I’m really sleepy, but I don’t want to sleep yet. Opened all the lights in and outside my room, including the ones outside my window. Gahhd. -_____-
Since Mother’s day na bukas, tapos birthday ni Daddy sa 18, humingi ako ng favor kay Kev na isurprise sina Mommy at Daddy since nasa Jeddah din siya. Ayun, Oo agad eh, Super thank you Bespreeeenggg! I owe you bigtime. :]
It all started summer last year, when I noticed a young man with words spoken wisely. Who loves books as much as I do. Who loves to sing a chant of beautiful melodies. Whom I gave my attention to, for about a year ago. That was when P. wasn’t around my circle. Had an unconceivable crush on C. for about a month or two. It went on and off for months I think? Haha. I no longer have a crush on him lately tho. Haha.
C. is sick. I had the chance to talk to him earlier. I saw him wearing a face mask. I asked him what happened. He said that if he wasn’t checked up last Tuesday, he might have been admitted today. I was in awe that moment, especially when I saw him fight back a tear. Whilst teary-eyed, he called me…
“Joyce? Nagluluha mata ko diba?” I leaned in closer because I didn’t hear him clearly. “Ano?“
“Nagluluha mata ko diba? Ganun kasakit. Hindi ako makabahing. Hindi ako makasalita ng maayos. Masakit.” That was indeed the first time we had a conversation like that. We usually talk about music, and books, and anything that sniggles both our figgles, but this is serious crap. Being the dumbfounded Joyce that I am, I said “Nakainom ka na ba ng gamot mo? Pagaling ka.” “Oo, every 12 hours ang intake. Salamat.” then their class was over and it’s time for them to leave the room, then he waved goodbye.
Tsk tsk. I do hope he gets well soon. What he got there is something serious that could affect his brain. Luuuh. Get well soon, C. .
Went to Perpetual Calamba earlier. Alam niyo yung mas mahaba pa yung oras nang paglalakad namin papasok kesa sa pagi-inquire? Hahaha. They didn’t have the answers to all of my questions though, kaya mabilis lang. Kumain kami ni Jasmine afterwards. Went to Jollibee. Foodtrip nalang eh. Of yum burgers, champ burger steaks, spaghettis, 2-pc values meals, and tune pies. After namin almost magtagal dun ng mejo 2 hours, pumunta naman kaming 7-11 checkpoint para tumambay. Edi bumili kami ng ice cream. nung naubos na namin, sabi ko gusto ko ng donut, nung nakita kong puro coffee flavors, ayoko na, etong si Jasmine naman, nagtanong kung masarap kaya yung Mountain Dew na Slurpee. Edi out of curiosity, bumili kami. Nung nasa counter kami, tinanong ni Jas kung magkano pinakamaliit, 20 daw. Yung sumunod, 23, then yung sumunod pa, 28 na. We went for 28 pesos, since mura lang naman difference. Ayun, di din namin naubos. Hahahahaha. Mga takaw-tingin kasi :))))
By first week of May, tuloy na tuloy na ang scheduled Tagaytay shopping namin nina Jas, Khaye, Jessica, at Nielsey. Please please please, Matuloy na sana yon this time. :))
Kahit wala akong IT115P ngayon, gumagawa padin ako, para kina Jas. :”> Hahaha. Nakakatuwa lang :D
There’s a boy here in town, says he’ll love me forever - who would have thought forever could be severed by the sharp knife of a short life?
This song reminds me of only one special person. A friend, a sister, an “ate”, who passed away last May 15, 2011. Died on her birthday. How unfair was that? I miss her. I missed talking to her. I missed her commenting on our batch’s posts especially on the irrelevant yet funny ones. I just friggin’ miss her. In about a month, it will be her 2nd death anniversary, and her birthday at the same time. I remember seeing her recent status updates that time before she passed away, stating the lyrics of this song. and that is the reason why I have too much feelings on this song, it just reminds me of that painful moment when all of us are in grief because of her loss. It reminds me of how short life is, and how it could be unfair at most times. It reminds me of her, her happy face, smiling, laughing, being the jolly person that she was. Yes, I’d like to remember her that way. I miss you, Ate Aiza. :(
“ayan nga o online tinititigan ko lang -,-“
PACKING SHEET. PAREHAS TAYO NG KALAGAYAN TITO. HAHAHAHA. -_______-“
Mga kasama ko nga pala kanina magdamag. Ngayon naman, pati sa chat nambubully padin. High Buhigh. Hahaha!
Do you guys have that one friend who never fails to make everyone else happy when times are as fvcked up as ever? Who seems so happy-go-lucky at most times but handles every bad situations with reposed actions? Who never fails to cheer you up when you’re in a bad sitch? Who wouldn’t point out your vulnerabilities and flaws but rather become your instant human wall that moment? I do have many of them, yes. One of them became my bestfriend, everyone’s bestfriend rather. Class clown since frosh year in college and Carla’s source of stinky shoe nebulizer. He goes by the name Kelvin, and his Mom just passed away three days ago. May God bless her soul.
When we heard the sad news, we instantly planned on visiting his mom’s wake, but things happened and we didn’t make it that day, we visited him and his family at the day of his mom’s burial instead. When we were on our way to the church, I was having these mixed emotions about the situation as a whole. Then we got there. As nervous as ever, I stepped inside. A sea of people in black and white, sobbing, met my eyes that moment. We joined our other friends. And then there goes Kelvin, at the front row, smiling as if it wasn’t his mom’s burial, staying strong in front of everyone when everyone else wasn’t. Then his dad gave his simple, yet meaningful message for Tita Chona. He compared her life to a pencil; The characterization of a good pencil isn’t measured by how short or long it is, it isn’t measured by how sharp or dull its lead is, it is also not measured if it has erasers at its mere end, or none at all, but the characteristic of a good pencil is measured by what it writes, and what it wrote instead. And then there I was, crying. Seeing Kelvin smile as his father finishes his speech that moment made every little thing inside of me slowly die. I couldn’t handle seeing him like that, forcing laughters and faking smiles when in reality, he’s not that happy at all. Neither did Carla and Jasmine handled it, we three were crying at the same time. I cannot imagine myself being in Kelvin’s place. I cannot force laughters and fake smiles. I cannot make it seem okay when in reality it’s not friggin’ okay. I am weak, but he’s not, and that made me proud of Kelvin. He stayed and stays strong even after what happened and what happens next. He then became our solace that moment, that all we need to do is to stay strong for everyone else, to be the sigh of relief at the end of the day when all else fails. I put my hands up for you, Argosino.
Before all that, since I was or am still grounded, I asked permission from Daddy. I told him that my friend’s mom passed away and if I could join the rest in visiting him. Daddy approved, and said “Sige, you can go with them. Mahirap kaya mawalan ng Nanay. Nung nawala si Mommy, I didn’t know what to do. Kaya dapat sabihin niyo na ang lahat ng gusto niyong sabihin sa mga mahal niyo habang buhay pa sila, hindi ‘yung patay na sila saka mo sasabihin na mahal mo sila. Hindi dapat ganun.” Hearing that from Daddy himself made me long for him and Mom more than ever. After he said that, all I ever said was, “I love you Daddy, both Mom and you. You guys know that right? Pero kahit alam niyo na, uulit-ulitin ko padin. And I’m sorry po, for everything.” I was on the verge of cyring my heart out that moment because I super miss theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem bigtime, but I didn’t. I told you guys, I am weak.
I miss Mom and Dad, and no Al-Baik nor Chocolates could ever replace my longing, my homesickness for them. In 8 months, I will get to see their lovely faces again. By then, I will be better. I promise. :)
God Bless you po Tita Chona. You sure raised Argo well. With that, I also put my hands up for you. May you rest in peace po.
Argo’s mom and Sey’s lola passed away. Bibisitahin namin sila parehas sa Friday. Nakakalungkot lang kasi lagi namin niyayakap ni Khaye yung lola ni Sey pag andon kami sa bahay nila. Tapos parang kelan lang nung kakatext lang ni Argo na naOspital yung mom niya… Tapos ngayon, wala na sila. Bakit ganon? :(
Rest in peace po lola and tita Chona. May God bless your souls po.
This is funny in a stupid way, Hahaha. Was supposed to send that message to Ralph and Tito, but I’ve accidentally sent it to Mom instead. Hahaha.
It was funny in ways I cannot utterly explain. Ack, basta. :))