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I know I haven’t been on that much around here. I’ve mostly been on Twitter. I feel so bad, I keep telling myself that I’ll blog again, but I never do. So here I am, forcing myself to write even though I’m not really that up to it to be honest.
In no particular order, I’m going to write about what I’ve been doing lately.
So I went to Pansol, Laguna with my college friends (Lala, Kuya Dale and Altair weren’t there though), and we had such a great time. I got much darker on that weekend trip than when I went on that more-than-a-week-long cruise. Probably because all we did was swim and eat and drink.
Fisheye Underwater
You may not see me, but I’m in there somewhere. I’m the one with bubbles all over her face. I really have to learn how to smile underwater.
Note: Image heavy after the jump.
Well, 2 birthdays and 1 anniversary.
Last Saturday, we celebrated 3 occasions: mine and my brother’s birthdays and my parents’ 29th anniversary. The party was held at 121 Restaurant & Bar in Pasong Tamo Extension, which is owned by a family friend. I seriously did not expect to have that much fun.
Ok, most of my high school friends weren’t there, which really bummed me out. But those who came were my closest and dearest friends. My college friends were mostly complete, plus a few surprises here and there. Hahaha! M12 people were also there, excepting the big M (his brother graduated that day, so they had a family thing). And of course my beautiful family. Having all of them there made it the best celebration I’ve ever had.
Well, that and the booze!!
The early UBE people (+ Zy, who's an official UBE girl now)
I love my cousins so much
Well, well, well! The big disappointer dropped by.
The M12 ladies plus Yanky (in black)
More pictures after the jump. And I mean MORE!
It’s my brother’s birthday today! Wish him a happy birthday everyone! 🙂
disappointing.
Yeah, aren’t I just the most articulate person you know?
This whole thing about my birthday celebration is just taking its toll on me. Before, it was a problem of not being able to invite everyone, of some of my closest friends not being able to make it, of maybe having my monthly visitor and not being able to swim that weekend. Now that the plans have changed and I’ve gotten the celebration that I really wanted in the first place (a simple party with booze and friends), another disappointment comes pouncing on me. And what a disappointment.
I really hate that the more you care for someone, the more disappointed you get by them. I mean, yes, I understand. She needs to get away, she’s suffering from a broken heart. I can’t just ask her to forget about her pain to celebrate my birthday with me. What kind of a friend would that make me? But in the 23 years that I’ve had birthdays, I’ve only had big celebrations twice. Once was on my debut, and now this. She didn’t make it to my debut. And now this.
I know, I know. I sound like a selfish little brat. Poor little girl, can’t be with everyone she wants on her birthday. But that visitor finally came last night and I think I’ve been a good enough person to have the right to throw tantrums once in a while.
Today is my grandpa’s birthday. My grandma, Lolo Tony (Lolo’s bestfriend/uncle but younger than him), and uncle went to visit him at the cemetery, which is really close to our house. So they came by and are actually here at the office now. The oldies shared some crazy Lolo stories.
Happy birthday Lolo! I miss you everyday. I hope you’re partying it up with the angels right now.
(But knowing him, he’s probably sitting in one cloud corner, doing his crosswords while the angels celebrate his birthday. Haha!)
Today is my nephew/godson Migz’ 9th birthday. Incidentally, it’s also my grandpa’s 3rd year death anniversary. It’s weird that on one same day we’re both celebrating and mourning. At least I am. I’m still mourning for my grandpa. I miss him everyday and still think of him all the time.
Rogelio C. Gonzalez Feb. 1919 - Nov. 2005
He was 86 when he died, and he was suffering from a lot of illnesses. Cancer, pneumonia, etc. It was pretty much old age’s fault, it caught up to him. He was a strong man, a hard-headed veteran who would ride the bus and tricycles from Cainta to our house in San Juan just to get some newspapers. He was also a very smart man, always reading books and answering crossword puzzles. He wasn’t very strict with us, but occasionally, he’d joke about how my shorts look more like underwear and I guess that was his way of telling me to cover myself up. He was a very quiet man who mostly lived in his own world whenever we came over for parties. He had diabetes, but no one could make him stop drinking coke, eating ice cream, or if he couldn’t find any sweets, a spoonful of sugar or jam every once in a while. Hard-headed, I tell you.
The first few months after his death, I cried every night. And until now, any time I think of him and miss him, I start crying like a baby. I always tell myself, I should’ve hugged him more, I should’ve told him I loved him more. But after a while, I started dreaming about him. Random dreams that sometimes make no sense. In my dreams he’d rescue me and my sister from goons. He’d eat ice cream and hug me and apologize for something I don’t know. That was when I stopped crying every night. I figured it’s his way of ‘visiting’ me. I would give anything for just one last hug.
I have to stop now before I start crying in the office. We’re visiting his tomb after lunch, so…
So happy with the love of his life, my grandma
*Posted after lunch and said visit.
was my birthday. 🙂
Had dinner with the fam + Andrew and Eian at Cuillère. I had the Tenderloin Steak in Blue Cheese Sauce. We ordered the Chorizo Arabiata for my long life.:) I also ordered the Sophie Frozen Carafe because that drink is the shit! As always, finished it all by myself. And they sang happy birthday to me and gave me a nice flourless chocolate cake with a cute little happy birthday sign.:) We bought cupcakes from Cupcakes by Sonja and ate them at Starbucks.
Eian, Tam, Mom, Dad, Kat (family friend and owner of Cuillère), Tep, Drew and Moi. I look like crap, but it’s the only group pic.;)
Happy birthday to me!
Bathroom shenanigans with my sister.
Last one.
More pictures here.
I had a pretty sweet loot this year too. My mom gave me a Victoria’s Secret bath set plus a cute little bag. My sister and Eian gave me Justin Timberlake’s concert DVD. And Andrew gave me a nice black bag (which I used that night) and the Transformers 2-Disc DVD. And as a gift to myself, I got the Superbad DVD because I adore that movie.:) So it was a pretty good birthday this year, I think.
Except for the fact that I’m a year older again and I still feel like an 18-year-old.
rantings on my mundane existence... 