And That Makes Two..
It was only yesterday that I realized that I managed to overlook my blog-niversary. As of March 4th of this year, I have been officially blogging for 2 whole years. Yes, 2 years of whining, bitching , of sharing my insanity with the techno-universe...
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I meant to blog last Monday about my happy weekend exept I didn't exactly get around to it with all the things that have been going on here at the Pancitan. We celebrated my Lolo's 79th birthday at Mum's place and we were almost shockingly complete--just minus 1 Tito, 1 cousin, 1 girlfriend and 1 boyfriend (obviously not mine so don't bother asking!). I think our last get-together was last New Year. We were our normal noisy, funny and crazy selves so the house felt so alive. Dimsum (my furry baby brother) could barely contain himself from the excitement of being around so many people.
The "party" almost didn't push through because of some conflict but we managed to pull things together. The food was great as always but it was the bonding that made the last minute/overnight preparations well-worth it. I just felt that it was important to celebrate his birthday at this point in his life when his health isn't too good and when his lapses in memory come a little too often for my liking. My Dad recommended that they have him checked for Alzheimer's but I guess Mum and my Titas just feel that it's unnecessary since there's no real cure for it and because they're somewhat prepared for what may come in the future. They laugh when they share odd stories of his lapses and "hallucinations" but I know deep down, it hurts them to see him like that, especially when he doesn't recognize them. It was just perfect that he was quite lucid last Sunday. I'm still waiting for the pictures from my cousin so I can't quite share these moments the way I really want to.
Sunday was really one of the most family-centric days I've ever had. It was a time of healing, of mending past hurts, of accepting the things that have happened and of recognizing how this has moulded us into the persons that we have come to be. Admittedly, mine (my immediate family) depicts dysfunctionality at it's finest with my parents, as well as my siblings and I, having different home addresses to start with but I think that what we have is more special and much stronger than what "normal" families have. It was only then that I realized that we've been having these regular Sunday family lunches or dinners for the past two years. I am a highly emotional person so it's no surprise that the words that I heard that night brought tears to my eyes. I recognize how difficult it must've been for those who spoke--I, although being the most outspoken person in our family, decided to remain silent-- and I appreciate it more than they could ever know. A huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders and I think I honestly feel that the healing in my life has truly begun. This might actually be a really good year for me, for us.. Although I can only hope, wish and pray...
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Ironically, coming at the heels of this is the passing of my friend B.Li's dad--days before his birthday even. Good thing it was such a busy day that I wasn't able to greet him. It pains me and it scares me in ways I cannot even begin to describe--with my Dad being sick and all. Our other Mafia friends say that he's okay because they expected it and that his Dad was in one sense, happy. I still feel that a loss is still a loss and it's a given that he's not entirely okay about all of this. While my Dad's been sick for awhile and we all know that it will inevitably get ugly, there's still no "Idiot's Guide on How to Prep for Losing a Parent" out in the market.
Apart from dealing with these grave matters, he apparently has the option to get married within 100 days from the time of his Dad's burial to his long-time girlfriend but it has to be a very small and simple wedding because essentially, they should still be in mourning. I don't really understand these things but it's one of those Chinese traditions that most of them seem familiar with. Either that or they wait another 2 years before tying the knot. He asked for 30 days to decide. After which, I think the whole Mafia will be running around the metro to help them make this wedding happen if they decide to make a "go" of it.
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Things at the Pancitan are crazier than usual. My "To Do" List seems to expand by the millisecond but I'm taking time out to blog and breathe. Otherwise, I think I might just lose it. People have been telling me that I look harassed or stressed or tired or haggard--and I'm sadly not just talking about one or two people here. All of which are relatively synonymous to "ugly" except my friends are maybe too kind. The first quarter of 2007 isn't even over yet! Uuugghh!! Someone (ahem.. if you're reading this, I want you to know that I think you're really MEAN!! hehe) even commented that the Pancitan isn't doing my sense pf humor any good because my jokes/comments are becoming weak or lame. So now, I feel ugly and I'm suffering from the loss of my prized wit and "charm".. Geddemit! I think I need to... or something... Hahahaha :9
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Could this post be any longer??!! (Escapism! Hehe..) It ends here I promise. This is because I don't get YOU and because you're driving me mad! Obviously, there's a reason why you're (still) where you're at and not where I want you to be. I hear different voices singing different parts of this song. I'm hating it..absolutely..
LOVING YOU
Paolo Nutini
Back off loneliness and hello tenderness
I've been waiting for your call for so long
And it must've been hard just to follow your soul
To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go
And as you slide through the door
With your morals on your sleeve
And i think its time for all those morals to leave
So let's get down and freaky baby
Let's get restless baby
C'mon get crazy with me
And I said when your loving me
I'm loving you and I love your prowess
And the things that you do
And it's your flawless soul that bleeds my stone
And when your loving me, I'm loving you
And that's when we've got it goin' on
So many people think we've got it wrong
They try to break us but we wont play along
So let;s get down and dirty baby,
Let;s get restless baby
And I was so stranded and I was lost and abandoned
And I needed another home and you fly in my arms
You fly right into my arms
*** *** ***
I meant to blog last Monday about my happy weekend exept I didn't exactly get around to it with all the things that have been going on here at the Pancitan. We celebrated my Lolo's 79th birthday at Mum's place and we were almost shockingly complete--just minus 1 Tito, 1 cousin, 1 girlfriend and 1 boyfriend (obviously not mine so don't bother asking!). I think our last get-together was last New Year. We were our normal noisy, funny and crazy selves so the house felt so alive. Dimsum (my furry baby brother) could barely contain himself from the excitement of being around so many people.
The "party" almost didn't push through because of some conflict but we managed to pull things together. The food was great as always but it was the bonding that made the last minute/overnight preparations well-worth it. I just felt that it was important to celebrate his birthday at this point in his life when his health isn't too good and when his lapses in memory come a little too often for my liking. My Dad recommended that they have him checked for Alzheimer's but I guess Mum and my Titas just feel that it's unnecessary since there's no real cure for it and because they're somewhat prepared for what may come in the future. They laugh when they share odd stories of his lapses and "hallucinations" but I know deep down, it hurts them to see him like that, especially when he doesn't recognize them. It was just perfect that he was quite lucid last Sunday. I'm still waiting for the pictures from my cousin so I can't quite share these moments the way I really want to.
Sunday was really one of the most family-centric days I've ever had. It was a time of healing, of mending past hurts, of accepting the things that have happened and of recognizing how this has moulded us into the persons that we have come to be. Admittedly, mine (my immediate family) depicts dysfunctionality at it's finest with my parents, as well as my siblings and I, having different home addresses to start with but I think that what we have is more special and much stronger than what "normal" families have. It was only then that I realized that we've been having these regular Sunday family lunches or dinners for the past two years. I am a highly emotional person so it's no surprise that the words that I heard that night brought tears to my eyes. I recognize how difficult it must've been for those who spoke--I, although being the most outspoken person in our family, decided to remain silent-- and I appreciate it more than they could ever know. A huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders and I think I honestly feel that the healing in my life has truly begun. This might actually be a really good year for me, for us.. Although I can only hope, wish and pray...
*** *** ***
Ironically, coming at the heels of this is the passing of my friend B.Li's dad--days before his birthday even. Good thing it was such a busy day that I wasn't able to greet him. It pains me and it scares me in ways I cannot even begin to describe--with my Dad being sick and all. Our other Mafia friends say that he's okay because they expected it and that his Dad was in one sense, happy. I still feel that a loss is still a loss and it's a given that he's not entirely okay about all of this. While my Dad's been sick for awhile and we all know that it will inevitably get ugly, there's still no "Idiot's Guide on How to Prep for Losing a Parent" out in the market.
Apart from dealing with these grave matters, he apparently has the option to get married within 100 days from the time of his Dad's burial to his long-time girlfriend but it has to be a very small and simple wedding because essentially, they should still be in mourning. I don't really understand these things but it's one of those Chinese traditions that most of them seem familiar with. Either that or they wait another 2 years before tying the knot. He asked for 30 days to decide. After which, I think the whole Mafia will be running around the metro to help them make this wedding happen if they decide to make a "go" of it.
*** *** ***
Things at the Pancitan are crazier than usual. My "To Do" List seems to expand by the millisecond but I'm taking time out to blog and breathe. Otherwise, I think I might just lose it. People have been telling me that I look harassed or stressed or tired or haggard--and I'm sadly not just talking about one or two people here. All of which are relatively synonymous to "ugly" except my friends are maybe too kind. The first quarter of 2007 isn't even over yet! Uuugghh!! Someone (ahem.. if you're reading this, I want you to know that I think you're really MEAN!! hehe) even commented that the Pancitan isn't doing my sense pf humor any good because my jokes/comments are becoming weak or lame. So now, I feel ugly and I'm suffering from the loss of my prized wit and "charm".. Geddemit! I think I need to... or something... Hahahaha :9
*** *** ***
Could this post be any longer??!! (Escapism! Hehe..) It ends here I promise. This is because I don't get YOU and because you're driving me mad! Obviously, there's a reason why you're (still) where you're at and not where I want you to be. I hear different voices singing different parts of this song. I'm hating it..absolutely..
LOVING YOU
Paolo Nutini
Back off loneliness and hello tenderness
I've been waiting for your call for so long
And it must've been hard just to follow your soul
To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go
And as you slide through the door
With your morals on your sleeve
And i think its time for all those morals to leave
So let's get down and freaky baby
Let's get restless baby
C'mon get crazy with me
And I said when your loving me
I'm loving you and I love your prowess
And the things that you do
And it's your flawless soul that bleeds my stone
And when your loving me, I'm loving you
And that's when we've got it goin' on
So many people think we've got it wrong
They try to break us but we wont play along
So let;s get down and dirty baby,
Let;s get restless baby
And I was so stranded and I was lost and abandoned
And I needed another home and you fly in my arms
You fly right into my arms
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