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Happy Fiesta

A happy fiesta indeed. A way overdue blog post, too.

I’m not really big on celebrating fiestas. I kind of want to skip it altogether. I’m not a fan of big crowds and you must understand that there are visitors all day during fiesta and even the night before. Often times I would troop to my lola’s house and stay there until the crowd thins. I avoid my parents’ visitors because they always introduce me and I’m often questioned about what I do and such. Back in college, I hate explaining what DevCom is. I would sometimes just say Journalism instead of DevCom Now that I’m working, I hate it even more to explain SEO. So I’d just say I’m an online writer or something. Argh. Why am I always faced with tough questions about the things I do? I know I’m the only one to blame, but I sometimes wish I could just tell them to search it on Google.

Every fiesta, my parents would tell me to invite friends over. And I don’t know. It always feels awkward to invite people. I don’t really know what to tell people when I invite them. Obviously, I lack social skills. I always invite Alex, of course, because my parents pretty much require him to be there (and every other occasion, too) ever since they found out about his presence in my life. Heh.

This fiesta, I actually had tons of fun. Some of my cousins from Manila stayed over night. They arrive on the 29th of November, and we pigged out until 4AM. (I don’t need to gain more weight but yeah…) I don’t really get to bond with them that much since we rarely see each other. But it’s nice to get back in touch with them. We have tons of differences but it’s important to set those differences aside. We are family, anyway.

On the day of the fiesta, I woke up early because I had to attend a baptism ceremony. Yes, I am once again a ninang. I couldn’t enter the church, though, since there were too many people! My co-ninang (lulz) and I went straight to my new kumare‘s (another lulz) house, instead. I am a ninang for the 7th time! I have yet to do my Christmas shopping and I don’t really know where to start. But I guess 7 is still too few compared to my cousin’s 25 inaanak. HAHAHA.

Two of my high school friends, Riya and May, arrived around lunch time, and it made me tremendously happy. I haven’t seen them in a long time, and I though they were mad because I’ve been skipping some gimick nights. Heh. Alex arrived around an hour or two later. It was the first time my tito saw Alex. He lectured him about a lot of things, and I’m sitting there, thinking those stuff should definitely not be coming from him (LONG STORY). But I managed to take Alex far away from my tito. We went outside to join Riya and May in singing videoke. Alex did no singing, though.

Kynan was also there. The first time Kynan and Alex saw each other, they were fast friends. But the succeeding times Alex visited, Kynan hated him with a passion. Heh. Kynan gets really jealous when we bring boys over. On my birthday last year, Kynan threatened to stab Alex with a fork. So cute, really.

Fiesta, 2009

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In Which I Try to Remember Everything

So I wish I can record every conversation and take a photo of every moment but I know that’s not how it works in real life. This is my lame attempt to remember what I can salvage from the two hours I spent with you. You probably won’t read this but this isn’t for you, anyway. It’s for me, to remember when I miss you.

So we rode the bus to go to Chicboy. We sat apart because there weren’t enough seats. And I thought it was such a shame that we had to be apart even though we’d only get to spend so little time together. When the one sitting next to you got off, I grabbed the chance just to sit next to you. And you teased me at my “desire” to be next to you and I didn’t really mind.

So we both ate Cebu Lechon with unli rice. You managed to eat two and a half cups of rice and I only ate one. Yet, you still finished first. You patiently waited for me to finish, even though I knew your head and back already hurt. But you didn’t complain, not even once.

So we talked and we talked and we talked. I bragged how I was nominated as Best Voice Actress for my DEVC130 class and you just rolled your eyes. And I bragged a little more and you still rolled your eyes. You said you hate my expression when bragging. So I repeatedly did that expression to piss you off. But you just laughed and didn’t get pissed off. And I love to make you laugh. I sometimes fool myself into thinking that I can easily make you laugh. It makes me feel special that I can make someone like you laugh. I don’t know why I feel like that. [Read more…]

The Happiest Year

Once upon a time I camwhored alone. I had someone to camwhore with but he was unwilling to take photos with me. He had made a lot of excuses but none of it made sense. I wonder how he could be so unwilling to take photos when I would always catch him looking at his reflection everywhere. On a mirror, on side mirrors of car, on car windows, on store windows, pretty much everywhere that shows his reflection. Then one day I found out that when I’m not looking, he even looks at his reflection on my Photo Booth! Turns out it’s actually okay for him to take photos as long as he can see himself in the process.  Thus, our camwhoring began.

It wasn’t easy at first. He had to be in the mood before we could take photos. We had a lot of failed attempts like this:

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