Twenty Five Years of Love
Aug 15, 2006 Daily Blurbs
Today is my parents’ 25th Wedding Anniversary. :cheerful: Silver, eh?
I wouldn’t say that my parents is a picture of perfection, but I know that they are the best parents anyone could have. Of course there would be times when we don’t agree on the same things, but all parent-child relationship experiences that.
Now, let’s talk about my father. I call him Papa. He’s 52 years old and is working for a local power company here in the Philippines. The other day, my mom’s friend from work saw my dad, and she said, “Wow, I never thought your husband looks so handsome!” Lol. Of course, when my dad heard about it, he just smiled his silly smile. He’s the kind of father who works so hard to provide for his family. Most of the time I have to make him buy stuff for himself. He would spend thousands for our wants, but he would think a thousand times before he buys something that costs that for himself. Sometimes, once a year, on his birthday, he would buy something big, like last year, he bought himself an entertainment system.
My dad can sometimes be tactless, never knowing how to say the right things to his daughters. I guess, it’s a guy thing. But when he does say things, he tries to make for it, especially when he knows that he’s at fault, too. My dad loves music. He listens to The Beatles, Scorpion, Deep Purple, America, etc. So, in a way, his love of music rubbed off on me. He loves to sing, too. I had to teach him how to control his voice when singing. Sometimes, he would always push me to sing on family gatherings. He’s proud of me, I know.
Let’s go to my mom. She’s 50 years old, and we don’t get along most of the time. But I know that it is normal among moms and daughters. But sometimes I feel like I am her only target. Lol. She works for the baranggay, and she’s got so many rackets here and there. My mom most of the time is funny in her own way, although we always tell her that she is really corny. Lol. She loves us, we know that. Sometimes, maybe she’s just really tired from working outside the house, so when she gets home and nothing looks good in her eyes, she bashes me even if I have nothing to do with it. Lol.
She cooks great meals, and she was the one who taught me to swim. She always encourages me to fix myself up, coz well, I am never the girly type. My mom tries her best to explains things that I don’t understand. We are almost always opposites; what she likes, I don’t, and vice versa. But even so, we still love each other to bits.
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Parts Of My Week
Aug 12, 2006 Daily Blurbs, School
Yesterday, I had no class. I only have one subject every Friday and our professor announced that he won’t be attending the class because he had somewhere else to be. I believe it is one of the school’s functions. Well, whatever, I am happy to take that one day off after that happened this week.
The Uniform
So, until now I still am not wearing the required uniform because mine is not altered yet. You see, there are only 3 available sizes. Small, obviously, it won’t fit me. Medium, ah, this size fits me from stomach down, but unfortunately, it won’t close on my chest. Large, well, I thought this would be the perfect one, but No! It’s too big for me, it’s like wearing an oversized shirt. By the way, those sizes are not available until now. So, anyway, we can also wear our wash day shirts. I had one, and I wore it last Monday, so I couldn’t wear the next day, obviously. I was sent to the admin to ask for a permit, along with the others. Talking to the admin was a blast! NOT! She was bitchy and a power tripper.
She didn’t even read the letter that I wrote and just bombarded me with questions like, Why don’t you have your uniform yet?, What about your wash day shirt? If she only read the letter, she would know why. I tried to answer her questions as politely as possible, but I felt the tension in the air. She wouldn’t budge and kept saying she released a memo about wearing the proper uniform, which I never knew because it was posted on a piece paper posted on ONE bulletin board beside the faculty.
So before I let out the steam that was building up in my gut, I excused myself from the room. I left my friend in there to explain her side. After a few minutes, she came out defeated like me. The admin had no reason to be insolent to us. If they had the uniforms in stock, we wouldn’t be in there in the first place!
We decided to buy new wash day shirts to wear the next day, Wednesday. On Thursday, I did not wear a wash day shirt because both my shirts are in the laundry basket. I thought it was okay for me to go because my friend has a class before this one subject and she said it was cool. So I assumed our professor would be considerate, but I thought wrong. She wanted us to ask for a permit, which I don’t want to do because I don’t want to go back to the admin’s office. I just decided to go home along with my 2 other classmates.
I just find it very unfair. If not wearing the proper uniform is the hindrance for us, students, to attend class and learn, then what have I been doing back in school? Is it always about the clothes you wear and the money you use to purchase more wash day shirts?
Oh heavens, help me!
Tags: Argh, Daily Blurbs
Why Life Ends
Aug 9, 2006 Daily Blurbs
Someone died today.
Abrupt knocks from our gate was heard, I thought I was dreaming. I narrowed my eyes to see what time it was. At 4:30 in the morning, sad news was delivered to my mom. I strained my ears to the window so that I could hear what it was about. I had to make sure that I heard everything right.
Our 10-year-old neighbor died. I’d like to think that I knew her well. I saw her grow up from a little girl to a budding adolescent. She was beautiful and a graceful dancer. She used to come to our house to play with my brother along with other kids. Decereh had beautiful round eyes, nice pointed nose and cute thin lips. She’s supposed to grow up to be a very charming young lady. Now, she’s gone; never to come back to fulfill her every dream.
It took me about three seconds to realize that what I’ve heard was real and that I wasn’t having a bad dream. It’s funny how the first emotion I felt was, confusion. I was confused why a person so young could die, just like that. She hasn’t even experience real life yet.
On my ride home from school, a couple of persons who knew her too, brought up the subject that someone had died. Someone replied that she was this young girl from this street. Another piped in how pretty that girl was. I don’t understand how they could talk about her like that. One of them was even smiling when she was trying to remember who that girl is. They don’t even know her and they talk about her like some casualty, they don’t even know how she died. Is death funny?
Why life ends?
A lot of answers could be stated. Life ends because of old age; disease; accidents. Those are all concrete answers to an intangible question.
We are put here on earth to supposedly fulfill our mission. But what is it that we have to do in order to fulfill it? What is IT? How do we know what mission we should finish in order for us to pass this thing called Life? Does it mean Decereh’s mission has been fulfilled?
The truth is, we can never really give the nearest answer to those questions because there are a lot of answers, but are those answers the right one?
It’s just life, we have life… and life ends.
Goodbye Decereh Mae. May the angels take you up in heaven and embrace you with love.
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