Right now, I dont feel like opening this blog site by introducing myself --- ok ok --- if only my sister could see this she would say: "this is so not you, the reason you make blogs is to say something about your self or whats happening to you, or your ineterest" and i would say: "yeah, yeah, fine. whatever. ".. nyahahaha, we are not in the "talking mode" right now, i think we haven't talked for like a year. why? because she thinks she is the queen of the world, hmpf! the "first child" is always on top of their heads, always thinks they are doing the right thing, doing the right decisions and the worst part of it, they think that they own every person in the world who are younger to them. But i miss her, i miss everything about her. How she scolds me. How she would say bad things to me to make me feel bad but her true purpose is to push me up. Her "love" for me is as weird as PINK (the singer..--you know-revived "just like a pill", "dont let me get me" etc. -- no?! dont know her? ughh! >_<). Her name: NIEMA - she is a VIP MAnager in a gambling online gaming somewhere in Makati. Workaholic, very dedicated, a loving mom, very patient wife and a terrible elder sister (its a love-hate-relationship). I know she hates me (dont hate me because im beautiful!!!<-----
My mom, she died 2 years ago..i think, im doing my best to forget that shes gone. She is actually and im proud to say that her words is my action and most of the time its always for my best interest, the bad thing is..now that shes gone, i felt so lost. Because of her, i made through all the difficulties in life..i ran away, i stole something important to her, Ive hurt her emotionally because of whats happening to me but shes still on my side. People would throw stones at me but MY MOM! she would embrace me and get all the stones thrown to her self (while my dad would get an armalite and kill them all...wahahahahahah!!!!). The most soft spoken, kindhearted and loveable/loving person. I also miss her...i miss her guidance, her healing hand, her loving eyes and touch. "Nasan ka mama.."... i need you and i miss you...specially papa..
Who is on your speed dial? ME? - its Aa-papa. yes, my dad..if ever something happened to me, i want my dad to know it first. My dad, the most boastful, showoff, egoistic and all that..but the most sweetest, loving, thoughtful and forgiving person (atleast, to us :P). Weakness is not an option to him..people judge him, because he is too stubborn (we are so alike) ... but I can still remember when mom died, people dont understand what he do, his actions. After mom died, he goes out with friend, drink a lot and went loose like a teenager child... but people does not know how broken this man is..after all that..he goes home quietly, i can see his pain being alone.. looking at moms picture, theres this one time, i went to his room, theres a man-made pillow beside him. He was embracing it..just like how he embraces mama..and i swear to God, i heard him crying like a little girl. A very quiet cry. Its breaking my heart..I love my dad so much. He is with my little brother now in our old house..good thing he is pre occupied with his billiard hall, taking care of my brothers needs and being abused by his grandchildrens.. :). si LOLO NING.
Do you know that everyone in my family understands and fluently speaks gay language? why? because of Sidmark, the first son/daughter of my mom and dad aka Cindy Mae. He graduated at Ricky Reyes Institute but now working in a government community, I guess being in a parlor isnt really his passion and he hasnt found at yet what it is. We have a picture of him, posing, and man! uber beautiful!!! hahaha.. and we know then that he is not a brother to us and im not the "bunsong babae" but him..errr..her. hahaha. i love you sid..
Next to him is our little brother, this one is a real man. Promise! a deans lister, journalist, potographer, rocker, fanatic of anime`s, basketball, redhorse, matador, texting and YES! womanizin! >_< but i cant blame him, when im staying at our house with papa, girls would call him, wasting away their loads, love letters are stacked on his basketball shoes, girls would even forget about shame and go to our house just to flirt with him. He is like me, loves music. Were on the same genre, I feed him with whats nice before and he'll give me the latest and the cool ones today. MY LITTLE BROTHER DOK-DOK. He looks like my daughter.
and YES, my unconditional LOVE, my daughter, 3 years old. She was 8lbs when she came out from my tummy. No one would believe that she is my daughter, chubby, china eyes, nice set of nose, cute dimple. The only thing that they will say she is my daughter is when she talks! she is so talkative! NOPE! her biological dad doesn't have anything on her features. Her dad has big eyes, dark skinned and very shy. She amazes me everyday, she thinks and respond like an old person when someone talks to her. It hurts a lot that she is not with me. But i will not stop until we are together again my love. MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE JEANA.
Finally, the last person, the beginning and i hope he will be the last and stay with me forever (even if we had a fight before he went to work..), my friend, my adviser, my helping hand, my arguemate, who was born on the same month, the one who have pushed me up when someone failed me. "oh! he just txted me and saying sorry"...partly it was my fault but even if its entirely mine, he always says sorry and loves me. Gives me everything and the best that he can for this relationship, loves me at my best specially at my worst. Keeps me standing tall and never lets me down. They say that the right one will just come around and you dont need to look for him. I never expected it to be him, first off, he snores like hell, farts real loud and not so charming and I think he idolizes Robin Padilla which is not my kind of guy (sorry for his fans, i didnt mean too..) . Im more of the boy-next-door type, the romantic guy with red dozens of flower, the romeo one. But you know what is sexy about him (for me), his sense of humor, how he treats me, how he makes me feel special, how he takes care of me, how I act with him, how he appreciates everything I do and say, and yes his body and his ... (nyahahahhaha! he is also a stick figure like me :P), kidding aside, his great and talented mind. I never felt so loved, taken cared and treated like a princess before, and I really love this man. MY ARIS. btw! his real name is also like one of those telenovelas from this famous latin shows, you know, like the front guy who is riding a horse in their farm then would sweep the ever inlove girl to him and would say: "oh maria...maria..", then would makelove in a barn (toink! yes, in a barn, where itchy straws are and youl scratch your nails everywhere because of allergies, why? horses have slept on it. hahaha) ...
and yes, he would be so mad if he found out that today, my day off, i didn't took my rest and slept well because my nose is sticked again in this monitor. hahahaha...
Theres my family.. next...i think my friends..and thats awful lot of them :)
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