BFF!

Wondrin' on my title? Believe it or not this a post for my bff. My Mama. My ever dearest cool "ASTIG" mom. For every blogger posting how wonderful their moms, I as well made for my bff. Yes! She's my bff. I've grew so independent since primary days. She taught me to be tough. As early as 7 years old I learn to wash dishes and do household chores. She fetch me only once in the school and it was also the same as the first day of class in my Pre-school age. She give us (me and my brothers) responsibilities at young age by implementing strict house rules. She let us experience things at early age. I often complains. I once felt bad about the way she was raising us. As I grew I now understand why. She prepared us and proudly I can say she raised us as her best. I am the person I am now because of her. I am tough, I am independent I am me and it's all because of her. Our massive life training.lol. I will always be thankful to the Almighty giving me to my mom. I maybe my mom's burden but she will always be my gem. Though He(God) let her be left by my Papa for 13 years, raising us three was not that easy especially finishing us all to college.! Amazing Bff!. She's my bff, why? She knows everything.. We shares everything.. We talk almost everything. I am so open on what my life goes and going through.. (Do you know that mom and I can discuss about coitus? hahaha..unfamiliar? Google helps.. :p) 

Oh by the way, for those who doesn't know my mom she's an ultimate kikay and hot! We sometimes or rather often mistaken as sisters. Sad on my part, others said I  look older than her if we were mistaken to be sissy. But those comments make me more proud of having and being with her!

Happy M's Mama.. I love you to bits.


Happy Mother's Day to All Mommy and Future Mommy Bloggers.

7th Dilemma

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May 07,1997


10:00 am 

Aunt Zeny and I went to Cancer Bldg at Philippine General Hospital. We brought you foods and fruits. 

10:30 am 

Aunt Zeny leaves me in your room. Mom went to the diagnostic floor to check for any scheduled chemotherapy for you. We were left together and started a fine  conversation even though you cannot speak well. During that time the finest released and introduced car of that generation was the van branded as Besta. You told me that when you recovered from that illness, the next thing you will bought for us would be it. I was so happy. At the heart of a 12 year old child I see all your  words to be realistic, besides I am  your only girl and you give all your promises to me granted. Neither one has broken. I assisted you  ate the  orange I brought for you. Soft drinks were prohibited but you insisted mom to buy you some.

12:00 pm 
The last dine with you. You are advised to be NPO diet (nothing per orem) because you were supposed to undergo a treatment but you never cared. You wanted to eat with me and mama.


12:30 pm 
I have to leave. You whispered me a word. "I will be leaving" I ask where. You said "just there" I ask when will you be coming back? You just smiled at me. And I  said okay and kissed you goodbye.


Went back to Ant's house where we stay when you were confined at the hospital. I felt so happy for that little time I spent with you. I never felt anything unusual. 



7:00 pm

 People (your siblings) having a commotion at Aunt's house. Landlines keeps rang . Aunt's and Uncles passing through and leaving. Though me and my cousins busy playing we conclude that there's something going on. All your 9 siblings been out of 

my sight.

11:00 pm 

The neighbor called my Aunt and asked me to be with my her because it needs to be. Aunt talked to someone on the telephone afterwards gave it to me. It was mom. She say prepares for Papa's stuff and go back home at Cavite. ( I used to travel Manila-Cavite-Taguig at that age because mom said it's a must that I learned and I NEED TO ) 



Nobody told me directly what had happened. They just told me that Papa leave. He always leave! He's a seaman. It was his job! For me what they were saying were jargons at my young ear. Until when I arrived at our home( Cavite),  the neighborhood helps us preparing our house for a wake. During that time I never understand his last words to me about leaving. But one thing is for sure , he never leave me hanging. He said good bye but it's just that I don't really understand what it means.


It's been 13 years ago but this scenario I keep on dreaming before the exact date . I do accept everything but I can't help to remember this. As much as I wanted to forget this date I can't. You always remind me in my dreams. You never know how much I missed you. We'll see each other in due time. I miss you Papa. 


Love,

Music Monday #2 For You Pare

I just remembered my good guy friend..Pareng Kevin.. We love sharing this music by Go Girl by Pitbull.Reminiscing those time clubbin' with him.. We have a lot of things and stuff to share and even thoughts too.I can barely recall on my mind and photographic memory how he dance with the tune, how he moves his cuddly fats with passion.God has His own reasons calling his brothers to be with him. Pareng Kev's died at a very young age of 22  .He died in a skateboard accident which is also his favorite hobby and also lead him to suffer an internal hemorrhage resulted to his  death.

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Taking Part

I joined the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting Organization to take part on the coming election. I have never been doing this ever since I became a registered voter. I am interested on politics but not on being part of it. I love discussions about politics but not involving myself too much. I have lots of opinions on my mind with regards to it but only few friends and family can heard me. Even before the Sangguniang Kabataan years a lot of parties in our place invites me to be part of but I beg to disagree to them  to complicate my active college life. Taking part for these years election is important for me. I am not quite sure if it is for real that the country will finally going to change but still a tiny space in my head and my heart hoping. Maybe I am thinking this way because I am thinking of being a future mom, for me and Huny soon beloved offspring. 


Funny to these place that the church can't even complete the numbers of volunteers wherein our parish has a lot of religious organization but unfortunately those organizations prefer to take part of the election with the parties who will give them money which is considered a vote buying way. That's how most but not all of religious people acts in our place. (dirty right?! that's what they are all through the years!)