Crap In My Face

While the jeepney I'm riding into was waiting for the vacant seats to be filled up, I was staring at nothingness. Suddenly, a guy stepped in and sat across me. From my observation, I guess that guy is around 5'8 tall, wearing a white body fit shirt and jersey shorts - that college basketball-varsity-college-hunky-cool-dude type of guy. I would say he has an appeal and he is charming. Sitting beside him is a woman - a plain, older than him, motherly looking woman. At first, I didn't noticed the woman beside that hunk because my attention was all captured by him. It was only when the woman handed a face towel to him did I acknowledge her existence. I told myself, "Oh, what a very supportive mother he has!" I enjoyed looking at them because I find them cute as a mother and son tandem.  Deep inside, I even said, "Ay! He's a Mama's boy. How cute! I pity whoever her daughter-in-law will be. Bwahaha!" So, when the time the konduktor asked for the fare, she said while facing the cutie hunk, "Magkano nga pamasahe BEB?" I WAS STARTLED. I forgot how much were the coins I'm counting in my palms. Did I heard it right? Did she called him "BEB"? I think I'm wrong. Maybe I heard it incorrectly. Maybe it's not BEB, maybe it's BEN. Maybe his name is BEN. I hope so. He answered, "Eight." After a few minutes, the hunky said, "Manong, para ho." He turned to the woman and said, "Tara na BEB." BEB?! REALLY. They call each other BEB. Not "anak" and "mama". SHE'S NOT HIS MOTHER and HE'S NOT HER SON. I was shocked. I had mixed emotion inside. I don't know what to think. When they got off the jeepney, the guy grabbed the woman's hand and they cross the road...

My youth was insulted. Age doesn't matter. Love is blind. This is bullcrap.

My Tuesday Story

So, there's this guy in the office, late 20's, seven work stations away from me. I noticed his existence several months ago. I noticed that he is cute two weeks ago. This morning, while I was about to put some eye drops, a voice from behind said: "Hi. There's something I want to ask about your report." SHOCKS! It was him. It was the first time I saw him up close. He is not cute, HE IS GORGEOUS. Those black, deep eyes that can melt every girl's heart. That nose moulded like the Greek Gods’, his scent, everything. It feels like I'm looking at a superhero. It took for me like 10 seconds to respond and said, “Yes?” (Of course, with a very soft and demure voice). While he was discussing stuffs, looking at my monitor, I am also busy studying his face. Lord, is this an angel? After a few minutes, he left but his fragrance remained. I don’t know if it’s just my nose but I think the scent of him was stuck in my nostrils. Hahahaha! Since he is one of the recipients of my report, I know his full name and YES. I want to confirm if the beautiful face that I saw was real. Before I went home, I searched his account in Facebook. While the page was loading, I feel so excited. After one moment, I wanna jump! I WANT TO JUMP AND KICK THE MONITOR. The profile picture is a baby - cute, cuddly baby boy. HIS BABY. He is happily married. So my world drifted. I FELT SAD.

This angel is real but this angel is not for me. </3

Mother's Day When Mom's Away

Another Mother's Day celebration this year, tomorrow. Another moment that reality confronts me of the fact that my Mama is far away from me ---- FOREVER.

A mother is she who can take the place of all others. - Cardinal Mermillod

She had a lot of dreams for me, actually, more than I have for myself. She always put my happiness first, even before hers. She my best friend. I can comfortably tell her everything. She is my adviser. She knew when I have a problem. She provided me solutions for my problems. She is my partner. We sang together, we laugh together and we even stroll around together. :)

And just like anybody else, I can proudly shout to the world that my Mama is the best mom in the world. I will not ask for anybody else than her. How I wish she's still with us right now. I should have treat her something special. We should have gone to a beautiful place, eat delicious food, go shopping. How I wish...

I miss her a lot, I miss her everyday..


I love you Mama. Blowing you a kiss to heaven. Happy Mother's Day!
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Sometimes.Something.Someone.

We wish that all the time, everything is fine. We want everything to be like paradise. We want everyone to love us. We hope that everything is alright. But this is not a fairyland. Sometimes, you will feel sad. There are times you will be hurt. There are things you cannot achieve. Some things are not meant to be. There is no guarantee that the one you love will love you back, forever. Someone will come in your life and someone has to leave. In reality, sometimes you have to cry, somethings got to change and someone has to let go. This is the real world.

Farewell On The 8th of May

When I woke up this morning, I felt that this day is not just another Wednesday. Am I missing someone’s birthday? Any meeting? No.  No. All throughout the course of my preparation to the office, I had a deep thought. What is something special to you 8th of May?

When I arrived at the office, I opened my computer, checked my mails and checked my social networking sites (SNS) – sssshhhh! News feed… I saw a photo of a young couple eating mango float. I then thought, “Oh how sweet!” And BOOOOOMMM! I remember now, I can clearly remember now what is so special today.

It was the same day on 2010. Summer’s heat is burning. I’m craving for something sweet and cold. I’m sick of fruit salad, fruit shake, fruit juice. I want something new. I want mango float. At that time, I’m “exclusively hanging-out” with a guy, the boy-next-door type of guy. I admit I like him the first time I saw him. He’s playing basketball at that time and there’s something in him that magnetize me. I told him I want to eat something like mango float. He told me that he also wants to eat one. After a few minutes, he’s standing outside my house. He told me to come with him and we’ll make mango float. EFFORT. That’s what I called it.

While eating what we made, I constantly take a glimpse of him. The way he eats. The way he talks. The way he smiles at me. The way he laughs. I know, I know … I have fallen for him. Everything is wonderful. Everything around me is beautiful. I appreciate all the things around me. I felt like flying. I felt like an angel. My heart is so light. How I wish this day would not end. How I wish every day would be like this. 

Later that day, we hugged each other and bid good bye. I felt something strange. I knew something’s wrong. When he arrived home, he called me and asked if I was able to arrive home safely. We exchanged text messages. After an hour, I haven’t received any response from him. I texted him again. No response. I then texted him: “Good night. Thank you for the time and mango float. I enjoyed it a lot! See you tomorrow.”  Enter. Sent.

After 5 minutes, at 11:59 PM, my phone beeps: One Message Received

I excitedly opened it…

“As much as I want to see you and be with you, I can’t. We can’t be together. I love you, I really do. This will be my last message. I am very sorry.”

And comes 12:00 midnight.

With tears, I have to say goodbye to him and to May 8.