Hindi malamang uri ng buto.. :)

Na magiging malaking puno balang-araw! Wahahaha!
Noong.. nakaraang buwan, kumain sila Mama ng Avocado. Dahil bihirang-bihira lang ako makakita ng prutas, eh hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng prutas ang Avocado (It's really strange to type the word Avocado).
Anyway, Mangga lang naman kasi ang kilala ko kaya anong magagawa ko kung hindi ko alam kung anong itsura ng Avocado?

At noong araw na sumakabilang-buhay na si Lolay ay nakita ko ang isang buto na tinubuan na ng dalawang dahon. And knowing na wala namang lupa dito sa amin, saan naman at paano tumubo ang butong ito?
At ayon na rin sa pag-aanalisa nila, maaaring ito ay buto ng Avocado, o buto ng Mangga. Either one of them, kumbaga.

Lumipas ang mga linggo at tinutubuan na ang mga dahon ang butong wala sa lupa. Lumalaki na ito at nagkakaroon na ng ugat. So ayun, frustrated ako sa paghahanap ng lupa!

Kailangan ko ng LUPA!
At syempre, akin na iyonh tumutubong buto na 'yun. Akin lang 'yun at wala ng pwedeng umangkin pa.. :)
Bwahahahaha..

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Kapag ba namatay na ang isang tao, maaalala pa kaya niya ang mga naiwan niya?
O ang mga taong naiwan na lamang niya ang makaka-alala sa kanya?

Hindi naman araw-araw tatawa na lang ako.

We will always remember you, Lolay.

She was born on the 11th day of April, on the year 1928. In a Mental Institution she was working on, she met Lolo Nicanor, a nurse like her. Eventually, they married and live as happy as they could be. They had evelen children, but only eight survived the poverty- a big family.

She worked hard for her eight children. She did every thing so that her eight children could finish their studies, but she didn't. She was tired and old. She didn't make it. That's why my father didn't finish his studies.

But put aside all the lack of guts, she was a very good mother, and a grandmother. She was always their in every occasions. She was always present on every birthday of her 21 grand children. She was always there. Always a companion. Always a heroine.

But the heroine was tired and old. All she did for the past 5 years was to rest and sleep. Until one day, she had to go. Leave us all behind to continue life...


Lolay, we will always remember you. All the sacrifices, the pains and aches- we will always thank you for that. I will always remember the days when you prepare my lunch and uniform. The day when I woke up and found that we're sharing a single bed, and you told me you don't want me to go home. When we rode a tricycle and all you want to do is to go "home". When Tito Ray tied your hands up and no one but Mama could rescue you that moment..

And when you gave me MY name. I will always credit you for that.

We love you.. and always will.
You're with Lolo Nicanor and Tito Fred na. Tell them that we missed them!

And pray for us here on earth.. That we will always be safe. :)



Your grand daughter,
Elleine

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Damiana Pascual Brion
April 11, 1928 – August 18, 2010

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o8.o7.9o

An interesting fact about AUGUST 2010. This AUGUST has 5 Sundays, 5 Mondays, 5 Tuesdays. All in one month . It happens once in 823 years, imagine that 823 YEARS!! And because of that some says that this coming month of August is a very lucky month.

- PinoyWap.nEt

Weh? Di nga? Eh noong August 1, pinaiyak ako nung tatlong sanggano.. tapos August 3 nakakabadtrip. Kahapon, August 6.. hayss, dinapuan lang naman ako ng HIGAD!! At ang buong katawan ko ay namamantal lang naman. Ang kati-kati pa.. anong lucky dun? Hmpt..

Pahabol lang bago magtapos ang araw na ito..
Maligayang kaarawan sa akin.. 20 years old na ako! .. :)

Sana nandito sina mama at papa.
Sana sama-sama kami pero hindi. Matatapos na lang ang buong araw pero wala man lang sila.
Si papa, doon, sa malayong lugar nagtatrabaho. At si mama, busy din sa work.

How I wish I could spend this day with my whole family but we can't.
So, I just have to wish myself a merry and happy birthday! :)

Ang wish ko?
Ang wish ng bawat isa sa amin.. ^_^

Well, I just got the best gift ever: Kamandag ni Higad + Family + Life =

o8.o7.1o

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Umulan kasi kahapon..

Tapos, nag-form ng Heart shape-like iyong tubig sa kalsada.. :)

Sterile Room.

Someday, I'm going to make a big, soundproof, cotton walls-like room.
And I'm gonna call it a STERILE ROOM. :)
Where you can rest whenever you want.
Play and do anything you want.

There would be bells, and different instruments, and lots of pillows and stuffed toys, and papers, and pens, and beds where you can rest, and there's no night nor day. No one can hurt, or shout or muscled you up. And there's these different sizes windows and big, bigger that you could imagine playground, where every person can play and a have good time. And a lot of foods, too! There's no curfew here. A place where you can feel safe, secured and assured. You can also invite your friends, your very good friends to stay. And we will play.

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August 1: Safety or Security?

**While typing the word "security", I accidentally typed the word "rescurity"- which is not a true word, and has no meaning.**

But gave me the very point of what I'm about to share.

I never associated the word Safety to Security. All I know is that, the two word has its own meaning and should be used properly. What I always associate "security" is to "assured" or simply the word "sure". I don't know.

Three people got into my nerves early this morning.
Showered me with some offensive words.
Hurt me.
Harrassed me- totally that crying was my only response.

And there was none of them can make me stop from shaking.

I tried to put my headphone into my ears.
Tried to understand that happy song, and pretend that everything would be okay.

But I'm not.
I'm not okay.

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Safety.
Security.
Assured.

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You could feel safe anytime of anyday.
But you could never feel secured.

You could always feel safe, and even pretend that where you are, you're safe.
But you could never feel assured, and believe that no one in this entire planet can make you feel that "everything would be okay- and that's for sure."


Because no one.
No one can tell what's going to happen the minute you drink that coffee and greet the two guys that just came by, and tell you that you should sue your father because he didn't even care for you. He didn't even gave a good house for you to feel safe, and he didn't even gave you that fucking assuredness that everything would be okay. Because he IS here. When he WAS not.

He didn't even bothered to ask you when are you gonna stop crying. He just tell you, "ohh,".

And you were there, crying alone in that corner of the kitchen; telling yourself- faking it this 100th time- that everything would be okay. He will come and RESCUE YOU because he WAS your HERO, when HE WASN'T.

HE WAS NEVER BEEN A HERO FOR YOU.
He was actually the reason why those guys muscled you up.

And you can't help but cry.

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