I wish I'd see Jericho Rosales before I die.
Please do not complain about him calling at 6 a.m.
He calls me at 3 in the effing morning!
It doesn't matter if he thinks I'm still awake - you do not call people at 3 o'clock in the morning unless it's a matter of life and death.
You still got the longer stick. :)
But you're right, he's a nice guy, so yeah, we can forgive him for his weird idiosyncrasies.
What if things turn out differently?
Who would have thought that things will end here?
Who would have thought indeed.
I am flattered.
Deeply flattered - and yes, thankful as well.
Still, it doesn't change things.
Those words are seven years too late.
Life has thrown me too many curve balls.
Like I said before, fate is laughing its ass off at my expense.
And right now, I think it's doubling over in hysterical laughter.
Closure be damned.
I'm blogging on my phone. This is nice. I should have done this before.
I'm missing my journal. I'm worried about someone and writing would have helped me. I should get a new journal.
Oh, that reminds me,you've been promising gifts, why don't you get me a new journal on your next trip??? That would be nice.
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Earlier this evening, my sister called me up to check up on us. Eventually, we got around to talking about marriage and intimacy, my sister was telling me about her opinion about sex and marriage.
At some point, I said, "Siguro talaga sa kadaklan na mag-agum nene arug naman talaga kayan. Nababawasan naman lang talaga ang intimacy o sex kasi nga garo na lang sinda mag-tugang."
Did she leave it at that? Of course not. She wouldn't be Kris if she did, she continued on, insisting that there should still be sex regardless of how the couples treat each other and out of the blue she said, "Garo man lang yan ate sex between sa mag-tugang!"
Huh?
Yep, she said that.
After digesting what she said, I burst out laughing. Freaking classic statement. Perverted, twisted and incestuous, but classic.
I think it does not come as a surprise to many people that I am actually working as a writer. The good thing about this is that I am actually getting paid for writing. This was not the case before. Nowadays, even my aunts offer to pay me for whatever they would like me to write. Even my own father considers paying me for writing! Well, he considers. He does not actually pay.
Anyway, I grew up writing stuffs for people. I remember writing Kuya Victor's love letters when I was in 5th grade and he was courting our neighbor.
I remember writing Bobet's love letters including those he gave to his now-wife Michelle. And I cannot imagine how I manage to write love letters for Mark, Khristine's husband - I was writing them for her.
One of the weirdest - and perhaps toughest - requests I have ever received is a Eulogy. I was supposed to write it for Candice, a former classmate who died brutally several years back. I was supposed to write the eulogy for Candice's friend. Both of them were my classmates in High School.I didn't know what to write. Candice was a sweet girl, but we weren't closed. She was a classmate, but I barely exchanged words with her. The last time I saw her, I was taken aback by how pretty she looked. She really grew into herself. She seemed really glad to see me and so we exchanged a few hello's. Needless to say, I was shocked when I saw her face being flashed on the television as a rape and slay victim. I hope whoever did it rots to hell for all eternity!Anyway, after being requested to write her eulogy, I didn't really know what to say. And so I thought, "What would I write if Tin dies?" At that time, Khristine was my constant companion. And so, I got busy writing Tin's eulogy. God forbid. Well, at least it was initially inspired by her. Ultimately though, I wrote it for Candice.Needless to say, the eulogy was good (modesty aside). It had the whole class crying. The eulogy, however, had Tin frowning. She did actually frowned her way throughout the reading. Her expression almost had me in giggling fits.
After the mass, she said, "Well, at least I know now what you would say if I die."Yeah, I know, this story is a bit creepy especially if you know Candice, right Jinx?
Mama borrowed five hundred bucks from me the other day. Later that evening, Paige approached her and said, "Papa hagad money."
Thinking that Erbe was asking for the five hundred bucks, she handed over the money to Paige. My daughter did not give the money, however, to her papa or to me. Instead, she went downstairs where everybody else in the house saw the money.
Later, Nana Viol saw her going upstairs clutching several hundred bills on her hand - and that was it. That was the last time anyone ever saw the money.
(Let's pause for a while to pay our respect to the five hundred pesos... :) yeah, corny.. shoot me now!)
Anyway, since I never received the money, Mommy was furious with herself for giving the money to Paige. For several days now, she has been asking Paige about the money trying to solve the big mystery.
"Baby, kisay mo tinao si money? Ki E-viol o ki Boboy?"
"Ki Boboy!"
"Ki Boboy o ki E-viol?"
"Ki E-viol!"
*sigh
She has never failed to give us really funny answers. We are actually having fun asking her just to see how absurd her answers will get.
This afternoon, while working, I could hear them talking outside of our room.
"Baby, kisay mo tinao si money? Ki E-viol o ki papa?
'Ki Papa!"
"Ki papa talaga?!"
"Iyo po."
I heard mama shouting, "Tere, yaon baga daa ki Erbe si kwarta."
Rolling my eyes, I went outside and asked, "Yaon baby ki papa si money?"
"Iyo po."
"Ows. Yaon ki papa o ki Santa Claus?"
"Ki Santa Claus!"
Turning to mama, "Ma, stop petitioning the court. Case dismissed."
"Ay karagaton ta kang aki ka, kisay mo baya tinao si kwarta?" Mama asked frustrated.
Paige promptly answered, "Ki Santa Claus!"
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