Chasing Ironies

Archive for the ‘Family Portrait’ Category

I spent last Holy Week away from home. A first, since I always spend it with my family, going to Bisita Iglesia and hearing Mass. But I don’t feel like staying home, because 1) it’s hot, 2) it’s crowded, and not in a good way 3) I want to go to the beach. So when the boyfriend asked me if I would like to come with him to Alaminos, I said “YES!” without thinking twice.

s63012831

To be honest, I’ve fallen completely in love with the place.

Read the rest of this entry »

My WHAT I WANT NEED LIST

Luggage. I just realized my sister brings all of our travel bags to Los Banos and the ones left are much too small for my stuff. Am planning to go to Alaminos again next week and I need a big-but-not-too-big luggage to carry my stuff. Should go look at some tomorrow. I want something thats not-so-big big and colorful. And I’m gonna be selfish, I’ll keep that bag to miself.

Bikini.
Bought one last year, but you know, you can never have too many. The cute, green La Senza one Tita Tetch gave me is a bit too big because I don’t have boobage. I’m scared it’ll fall off. Idonotwantanothernippleexposureonthebeachagain, thank you very much. Eek.

Read the rest of this entry »

Last Thursday, my Tito Eddie was rushed to the hospital after having his second heart attack. Yesterday, Mama Tess (my lola), Mommy and I went to see him.

I don’t know much about medical stuff, but from what I heard, his condition was graver than his first heart attack last January. He couldn’t speak. He could barely lift his body off the bed. He wasn’t allowed food, not even water.

When we entered the CCU section where he was confined, we passed by rooms filled with old people. And I mean old. I can’t help thinking, how could my tito be in this place? He was barely 50 years old. And he was a good man. In the 22 years I’ve known him, I can never remember a time when he was mad at me, raised his voice or even spanked me. My childhood memories of him were fun and happy, like giving me a few coins so I can buy candy, lifting me on his shoulders so I can feel high and proud, and even reading me bedtime stories while I sat on his large tummy. He was a nice man. A great uncle.

Read the rest of this entry »

My daddy has always been the pa-cool, pa-bagets type. It’s not bad or embarrassing, but when his car stereo would blast off songs from Spongecola (yes, Spongecola!!), Cueshe (wtf?) and Hale (there you go 🙂 hahaha ) you can’t help but feel a bit weirded out. He also becomes so engrossed playing PSP, that communicating with him takes a lot of effort (Me: DADDY! Si Choi-choi lumabas!). It’s like I want to cry out exasperatedly “Dad… please act your age.” 😀

On top of all that, he has a Friendster account.

Read the rest of this entry »