What is more painful than receiving an email from someone you didn't know and telling you that she is your boyfriend's girlfriend too? None right? Just this afternoon, when I got up from bed, I've decided to check my friendster account, it says 1 new message. A certain "gurl" send me a message that says, "please email me
Message: hi!! gud day!! ask ko lang kung boyfrend mo ba si
"boy"?? just wanna know the truth ksi b4 i ask
him cno ka he just said na the two of you were
good friends.. but i'm not satisfied with his answer..
i broke up with him last august pro d pa din clear
yung lahat so sau na lang ako makakakuha ng
malinaw na sagot!! please do email me back
please!! sobrang naguluhan ako kay "boy". kung
kau nga well be sure that he's honest with you!
now i don't consider na naging kami nga kasi mas
una ka nmn kesa sa akin!! i don't know bakit nya
ginawa yon sa akin to think na barkada nmn sya
since high school!!! please email mo ko ha!! guto
ko lang maging malinaw ung lahat.. thanx in
advance!!!!
Ever since I was a child all I can think of is how did my parents raise a children of five without complaining how naughty and worthless we are. Mom does the household twenty-four hours a day without hearing a single word from her. Dad does the work outside twenty-five hours a day (well only if he could), without a whine when he arrives. Instead, he rang his horn enthusiastically to inform us that he is home with of course with some gifts for us like a can of candies or a box of chocolates. As he enters the front door, he will spread his arm widely and ready to give us a big hug, a father�s love. Then my mom will come out from the kitchen, wipe her wet hands with her dirty apron and offers her check for a quick kiss. She will then get his things and asks how was his day outside with a very sweet smile, a wife�s love.
Mom will then fix the table for a simple and a mouth-watering dinner and she will always make sure that we are all together before settling to her chair, a mother�s love. We will then share a wonderful evening with endless chat of anything that happens the whole day. My elder brother would tell us his escapades with his friends. The second will tell her nonstop story of how did school goes along with her. The third one will then interrupt and tell everyone that what happen to her that day was so fun and exciting. The fourth boy then will laugh at her and tease her of their boring days because he thought that what did happen to him that day was much more stirring. Then everybody stops for a moment and give a stare to the youngest, waiting for her story. She will then give a confuse look to them and ask �why?� then the rest of the family will burst in laughter because just her innocent gaze is worth a great story.
It was then a great love in each of the family that filled the whole dining room. I can hear their laugh, echoing in my ears. I can hear their footsteps as they chasing each other and calling mom and dad for help. Then mom and dad will utter a sweet and but demanding word to stop then and settle to their chair. What a very happy and perfect family it was. Then I have realized that my mind has gone so far to dream for a perfect family I am dreaming to have. Well, I hope it was about my family that I am writing now.
Heavy rains keep falling outside my windowsill. It seems like the sky is in deep pain and it cannot control its eyes from bursting in tears. I can hear the sound of the rain just on top of my head, strong and so intense. It is most likely my habit to reminisce things, especially during this kind of the day. The deep drop of the rain has transported me to the days were I wished would last forever.
I grew up in an average type of family, wherein my dad work as a cub driver and mom stays at home attending their five little kids. At an early age of seven, my mom has taught me so many household chores, since I am the eldest girl of the five. My elder brother do the hard one like fetching water while I do the rest like cooking (rice), washing the plates, do some cleaning at home, sometimes assists my mom in washing the clothes and if my elder brother were not in the mood, he will drag me too in fetching a galloon of water. It was hard really thinking that it seems poverty is forever.
I can even remember how we consume a pack of noodles and a can of sardines for a lunch (well most of the time we don�t eat our breakfast) for the whole family. Sometimes my parents will just let us eat their part. Well that is if we have some food in the table, but there were even times that, we do not really have any food to eat. Rice and water will keep us full for the whole day. Sometimes rice with a pinch of rock salt will satisfy us. There were even times that we do not even have a rice to cook, so we will just sleep and forget the howling of our stomach in pain.
I can even still remember those days that we are asking some left over food to our neighbor, who is unfortunately my dad�s aunt, but she is too cruel to us. She often refused to give us, sometimes she will hand us some but with a tail of criticism about our family. We just take it all wholeheartedly.
Nevertheless, that was also some of the best memories I have with my family. Emptied stomach but we are all together and still we can manage to laugh at night. That was the old days. It was gone now. But I would rather hang on the part of our lives where we are together than now.
Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger.
Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.
Believe the best rather than the worst.
People have a way of living up or down to your opinion of them.
Remember that true friendship is the basis of any lasting relationship. The person you choose (to marry) is deserving of the courtesies and kindnesses you bestow on your friends.
Please hand this down to your children and your children�s children. The more things change the more they are the same.