October 4, 2012 Dearest Lolo Foy, Happy birthday! You turn 90 years old today and that is, by current standards, no mean feat. I remember that the last time I wrote something like this for you was at your 80 th , when we held a party for you at a function hall in Kamuning, Quezon City. I may have forgotten the name of the place but I remember that we had a tribute for you then as well. Some apo I've turned out to be to have needed ten years to pass by before coming up with something new for you. I have taken you for granted. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. It seems that I have the better end of the deal in our relationship as lolo and apo. I am just glad that I can stand in front of you and the family today to be able to thank you for all that you have done and continue to do for me. But more importantly, I am glad that I can tell you today, in front of every one, that I love you. I am sorry that I have not told you this more often, thinking it...
I miss you. It’s been eight months since we last had coffee and talked. I miss hanging out with you. I miss talking to you. I love how we could talk about anything and everything, whether or not they make sense. I miss how we could make sense of senseless things and see the senselessness of things with sense. I miss the way I laugh when we’re together. I don’t get to laugh as heartily as often as before. I miss our road trips. I miss how we’d get in a car without any plans but to drive around. Then we’d have this crazy idea to go somewhere and we just go there. I have always believed they’re a healthier way of addressing our escapist tendencies. I miss having someone I could tell my secrets to, and not just the naughty kind of secrets revealed in locker rooms (although I still tell you those), all secrets. When I’m with you I can be my true self. You know how stupid I can be and you know all the dirty laundry I keep, but you have stuck with...
Stupid MyHeritage.com! I tried four pictures and three out of the four churned out matches with girls. I look 70 percent like a certain Miriam Yeung, 82 percent like Michelle Williams and 72 percent like Tata Young. The only consolation I had was an 80 percent match with Chad Michael Murray. Aaargh! I look like a girl!
#3 is a forever struggle of mine..
ReplyDeletekaya nga may #4. may time talaga na papalya tayo, kaps. kaya let's just do our best. :)
ReplyDeleteto not assume!!!
ReplyDeletethanks, fafa red. :P
ReplyDeletenice! makabuluhan ito. :)
ReplyDeletesapul ba mela? hehe.
ReplyDeletehala. apat jan struggle sakin>:)
ReplyDelete3) To not take things personally.>> This is so hard!.
ReplyDelete3) To not take things personally.>> This is so hard!.
ReplyDeletepede ko ba i-repost? ok irerepost ko na.:) ilabyu.:)
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