Kuya's send off
kuya asked me to drive him to the airport and i gladly said yes (though it meant getting up at 4 in the morning! i am really bad at early wake up calls. i'd rather stay awake all night!) so i pulled myself to get up this morning at 4:00. I was actually awaken by the knock on my door. it was mom. she told me my kuya was downstairs already. i grabbed a band and pulled my hair to a pony tail, grabbed my car keys and went down.
There my kuya was, making some last minute packing with his baggage. i lied on our couch while waiting for them to finish the packing stuff. mom was busy helping my brother with his things while i was having a battle with my eyes! (it just wants to close!) after a few minutes, my father said they were set to go. Mom asked me if i was joining them to the airport. (i didn't join the first send off, i feared that i would cry like a baby seeing my brother go. so i just stayed at home and did the crying there) I said was not joining them because pop will be driving anyway. i watched my kuya put his baggage at the back of the adventure. i knew i wanted to cry (was teary-eyed na), but i pulled myself together and held back my tears. Kuya hugged me and said "alis na ako ha, ikaw na bahala dito." entrusting me to take care of mom and pop while he's away. i hugged my kuya tightly. He waved at me before finally driving off. wasn't able to hold back my tears anymore, my jaw and neck were hurting too much(do you get that feeling when you're trying to hold back your tears?) haay.... i'll miss my sparring partner. ;(
sibling separation
I was never close to my one and only sibling, my elder brother. when we were kids, we fought a lot, and i mean a lot. It reached a point where my mother bought us boxing gloves. every time we fought, my mother gave us the gloves and directed us to wear it. she said she was so tired of our shouting, guess she thought boxing would "quiet" us (especially if somebody was knocked out already, hehehe!).
I guess this is because we didn't grow together. He grew up with my parents, and i grew with my grandparents. We were only brought together when i started school. by this time he was already grade 2.
My mom told me kid stories about me and my Kuya. She told me that my brother was really really cute when he was born(ok fine, add insult to injury! ;0). He was a 9-pounder and i was a mere 4.3. (my mom always says that when i was born, it was SOOO easy for her, so easy that she thought she just urinated, but alas! i was out na pala, hmp! gawin ba akong urine! ;0) My parents were so fund of cuddling Kuya, because she was chubby while my dad barely carried me (sob sob!)because he was afraid he might break me as i looked so fragile when i was a baby (naks! fragile ako?!!)
as we grew up, kuya had the most favored child clause. He would have better birthday parties than i do. He had better school stuffs than i do and he had bigger baon to school (hmp!) He had a room while our living room became my room for a year. He would ALWAYS ALWAYS have the backing of my parents everytime we had a fight. Galing pa manggatong nyan sa parents ko pag pinapagalitan ako. He would bring up my past mistakes so that my parents would ground me some more. We really had terrible fights. That's why every time one becomes nice to the other, we would ask each other if we have a fever or were we into a lot of drugs. ;0)
But in all honesty, i never loved my brother no less. I remember when i was a kid, i used to go home with a black eye because i rumbled with somebody who hit my brother. i used to save money from my baon to buy even a small gift for his birthday.
2004 was a tough year for my brother. (I am just glad he overcame his storm and i am so proud of you Kuya). this was also the year when my brother left the country to work. my parents were so much against his overseas work. But my Kuya was determined to leave. somehow, i also wanted him to leave (considering what he has been through). I thought it was his time to be independent, to find his place under the sun by himself, without the usual assistance of our parents. I thought that this experience will make him stronger.
This was the first time we got separated (with such distance and time). and i cried when he was leaving. I remember him comforting me, assuring me that he's goin to be fine and that he will work hard to make it there. I know we were never close, but my Kuya is the family's baby. It was tough letting go.
After his stint in Saudi Arabia he came home to the Philippines and spent 6 months here to look for a new company to work for. During these 6 months, we would have occasional fights, like the old times, without the boxing gloves though. but we would eventually be ok. Last week, he informed me that he found new work and he was leaving soon. He actually leaves tomorrow at 8:30AM. I really would've wanted my Kuya to stay for his family, for my parents and for me But i know we shouldn't clip his wings if he wants to fly.
To my Kuya, good luck. I hope you will be able to make it again. Bring with you our prayers for your constant safety and our love. We shall await your homecoming. We will always be here for you, and should you feel the need to break somebody's neck there, i won't mind flying in to help you out, promise! I love you Kuya.
back to blog business
ok, i am back to my blog business - read as I have a life! hehehe! ;0) part of this "resurrection" is to give my blog a new look. initially, i have changed header of my blogsite (with the assistance of my official blog helpdesk Meeyah, mwah!) i actually tried to study the template of my blog, but after having a headache while carefully reading and analyzing the pattern, i gave up and just sought the help of my ever reliable sis Meeyah who has the patience to give free blog tutorials ;0)
i have been wanting to blog, considering the many interesting things that happened and is still happening to me (see, i told you i have a ife, hehehe!) i was just swamped with many many men-y, i mean many stuffs. it came to a point that i complain why only 24 hours made a day, because the 24 hours were simply not enough, not enough for my activities and not enough if i were to include my resting hours which will require another 24 hours ;0)
well, here's to my resurrection in my blogging ;0)
my share of funnies
most of my friends linked up in my blog have their versions of funnies about places and people. here's my share.
Yesterday, i went to gas up at a station in EDSA. I gave the fleet card to the gasoline boy (GB)and this is how it went.
J: Boss XCS, full tank,
GB: Ma'am full tank?
J: Yes.
GB. Ma'am zero zero po, xcs full tank (i gave him a nod)
i was waiting for him to fill the tank when he suddenly said
GB: ma'am ok na po (with a smile pa ha)
J: full tank na? ( i checked on the amount, it says 1000+, can't really remember)
GB: hindi pa po.
J: huh? eh bakit mo ko tinatanong kung ok na?
GB: sige po full tank ko na.
Duh?!?!?! malabo ba ako kausap? ;0)
what does it tell you?
what does it tell you when you have 754 unread emails (i actually trimmed this from 1437), 947 messages in mobile inbox, 3 weeks worth of laundry (yes, i am nearing adam & eve fashion sense), two entries per month in blog?.... I should get a life!!! ;0)
