Something special, and very well written from my mom.

Anna Patricia

I wanted to name her Davita, a female king, a female counterpart to Goliath, after a character in Chaim Potok’s novel Davita’s Harp.

But as a baby, she responded to my sisters’ “Patty” and so she’s now Patricia, of patrician taste and interests.

Anna Patricia, the girl who changed my life completely and absolutely. She’s now 16 and still growing into the amazingly wonderful person that she is fated to be.

When she was about 3 or 4 years old, Tring or Potpot, as we call her at home, asked me if the stars were simply holes in the blanket that’s the sky. What an imagination to match any astronomer’s.

When she was about 10 one summer vacation, she started selling pastillas. And after her first sales of P109, she came to me, wide-eyed, and said, “I earned P109. I can now build my pastillas factory. I have an inheritance to leave my children.” She went on to check the other available pastillas products in Waltermart, doing her own market research. She has quite a potential as an entrepreneur.

For the past couple of years, she’s been learning – on her own – Japanese and Korean. Using a combination of books, CDs, and the Internet, she’s been immersing herself in cultures quite different from ours. She’s even adopted a Japanese name. Her openness to what’s different will be useful for her when she becomes a diplomat, something she said she wants to be.

In a couple of months, she’s off to college, and like any paranoid mother who knows that it’s a step away from me, toward a life more independent of her parents, fuller of life’s perils, we – her father and I – keep the faith that she will not only survive, but prevail, because she has imagination, a willingness to engage life, and compassion.

I love you Tring. – Mama

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Credits to my dad for the photos. :)

Iilang araw nalang..

13 March 2012, Tuesday
Malapit na kaming grumaduate. Well, syempre iilang araw nalang. Bukas na nga ang last day ng final exams, eh. Lahat nalulungkot, emotional, excited, natutuwa-- mixed emotions for short. Halu-halo pala ang madarama mo, pag graduating ka na. Medyo magulo. Hahahaha.
Eto yung tulang gawa ng kaklaseng kaibigan kong si, Loulou. :)

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-- SAN JOSE <3 <3 <3 ~
Nalalapit na ang aking pagtatapos sa mataas na paaralan,
Isang kabanata ng aking buhay na hindi ko malilimutan.
Pinaghalo-halong pagod, takot, lungkot, at kasiyahan,
Lahat ng mga 'yan, dito ko naranasan.

Iba't ibang tao ang aking nakasalamuha,
Iba't ibang muka nila ay aking nakita.
May mga taong aking naging kasangga
At mayron rin namang aking nakabangga.

Sa loob ng apat na taon na 'to,
Masasabi kong ako'y natuto
Na hindi lahat ng tao sa mundo
Ay ibabalik ang ngiti ko.

Pero sa aking ika-apat na taon,
Napunta 'ko sa da best na seksyon. :)
Magkakaiba man ang aming mga ugali,
May pagkakaibigan naman kaming hindi mababali.

At ngayong napipinto na ang aming pag-alis,
Bakit nga ba ang oras ay tila kay bilis?
Ako'y siguradong 'di namin matitiis
Na ang pangkat ng San Jose ay ma-miss.

Sa aking mga kapatid at kay naynay
Na sa high school life ko ay nagbigay kulay,
Kailangan man nating sa isa't isa'y mawalay,
Maaalala ko naman kayo habambuhay. :)

"May iwanan, pero walang kalimutan.
Walang forever, pero may for a lifetime."

- LouLou <3

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Maraming salamat, Loulou. :)
SAN JOSE. <3


Unity~!

"Special Feelings For A Friend"

"Special Feelings For A Friend"

Haku Matsudaira

            It was a nice, and cold Monday night. It was also, already past eleven. Dylan Cera was busy typing his English project. He was wearing a nice blue t-shirt, and his jersey shorts. His friend, Katherine gave him the shirt. He thought of her for a while, her confession, their moments together, and he smiled to himself.

            Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He did not notice it at first, for he was so busy typing, and he had his earphones on to full blast music. He just noticed it when he was about to get the bag of potato chips, that was in his bedside table. Dylan, answered it, curious of who made him a call, on such a time at night.

            "Hello?", Dylan asked his caller.

            "Hi Dilly!", the female voice shrieked.

            "Hello? Who's this calling, please?", Dylan answered in an irritated voice.

            "You don't remember me anymore, Dilly? We used to be friends, and I really, really like you! I even think that I already love you! Duh!", said his caller.

            Dylan made several guesses of who his caller was. After a lot of incorrect guesses, he decided to give up.

            "Okay. I give up. I can't remember who you are. I'm so sorry, but you caught me in the middle of making my project. Hmm. Will you call me back later? Or maybe, you could just leave me your phone number, so I can call you back.", Dylan said in a stressed out, irritated, and tired tone.

            "Omo. Omo. Omo! I'm so sorry, ne~. Did I bother you? Did I make you mad? Did you get irritated? Omo. Omo. Ne~ Maybe, I'll just call you back later. I don't want to bother you anymore, ne~", the unknown female caller said.

            It seemed that she will be bursting into tears in any minute. Dylan was bothered by his caller's emotions. He did not know how to respond properly into such action.

            "Hey! Wait! Don't hang up!", he shouted at the receiver of his cell phone.

            "Why? I'll just call you later. I don't want to be a bother.", said the caller, who was already crying.

            "Please, Katherine. I was just kidding. Of course, I still remember you. Now, don't cry.", he said in a gentle, calm, and soothing voice.

            "How did you know it was me? A while ago you can't even remember me, but now..", she said in an amazed, and somehow shaky voice.

            "Of course, I remember you. Hmm. How are you?", he asked, while he sits into a more comfortable sitting position.

            "I'm fine. Hmm.", she mumbled.

            "So, why did you call? Do you need something? Seemed a long time ago, when you last called me.", he said, trying to make conversation with Katherine.

            "Hmm. I don't need anything. I just wanted to hear your voice, and I also wanted to say that..", Katherine's voice drifted away.

            Dylan smiled, and thought of what he could start a topic with Katherine.

            "Hey. I'm wearing the shirt you gave me. Do they have this in pink?", he said, even attempting to be funny.

            "Hmm. I guess so? Do you hate the color? I thought you like blue.", she said, sounding a little worried.

            "Yeah. I was just curious. Hey. I loved this shirt you gave me. Thank you, Katherine."

            "Don't worry about it. It's nothing. Hmm."

            "Hmm?", Dylan wondered.

            "Hmm. I love you, Dylan.", Katherine said frankly.

            "I love you, too Katherine.", Dylan said in a cool, and soothing voice. You know that he's honest, and sincere with what he's feeling.

            "What? Are you kidding me? Or am I only dreaming? I'm drunk you know.", Katherine said, then she suddenly burst into laughter.

            "Oh. Are you? Oh, well, it won't change what I'm feeling for you anyway.", he said, ignoring Katherine's laughter.

            "Wow. I mean it. Wow. You have feelings for me now, too? Oh, that's cool. I thought, I was the only one who had feelings. That this feeling is unrequited.", she said with a snort.

            "Hmm. We should probably talk about this tomorrow, personally at school. I mean you're drunk, and all that. This won't probably be the best time to talk about this, Katie.", he answered, using his nickname for Katherine.

            Katherine has given time to think about this thought, before she answered Dylan.

            "Sure. You're probably right. Hey. By the way, I'm not really drunk. I've just had a few shots, that's all. Plain, and honest to you, sir.", she answered after some time.

            "Sure. I'll be there by eight in the morning. Don't be late, okay? We're going to be biking."

            "I'm too lazy to get my fat ass ride my bike. Let's just walk instead.", Katherine said lazily.

            "No. You're gonna ride with me towards school. Tomorrow, at eight. Get up early. Okay? We'll figure out things, straighten up the sheets, and talk everything through. Okay? Katie?", he said in an authoritative voice.

            "Ohh. Okay. Hmm. One last favor before I go to sleep?", she said in a cutesy, begging voice.

            "Shoot."

            "Wear that cologne I like tomorrow. I want to smell you with that scent on. Is it okay? Is it too much?", she asked, in a slightly worried tone.

            "Katie. Relax. Sure. I'll do it."

            "You forgot something.", Katie mumbled.

            "What is it?"

            "I love you, Dylan."

            "I love you too, Katie."

            After that both hang up on their cell phones. Tomorrow they'll be deciding on what to do with their friendship, and with their feelings for one another. Tomorrow is a new chapter.