4.30.2006


i think my relationship with my mom went up a
notch again. two notches, make that two.
yes.

it's this sudden feeling that i think im going to
die. or somebody close to me will. but i hope if in
that case somebody has to die, it should be me. i
cant take death of a loved one. anyhway, yeah. i
feel that way because of this superb happiness.
im totally blissful. why? am i not used to being
this grateful? i think so.

well. we went to mom's house yesterday. hmm.
she was showing me stuff, like her new expensive
clothes, her million-worth diamond necklace, her
schu shoes and such (as usual) while she was
talking about her graduation, her friends.. i should
get used to it by now, but i still find it odd that
my mom is actually my friend.

i think coz it's rather unusual these days. having
a mom like her who talks to you as if you were
her girl friend.

she was talking about her planner, and the
prayers which i found really amazing. i dont know
mom still have that faith. imagine she told me she
was still conducting solemn timed prayers every
night so as to pass her bar.

oh, im still overwhelmed i dont know what part of
the story i need to tell now.

oh, oh. as per the last entry, it was indicated
that mom has plans to let me stay with her while
pishy is in a boarding room. but while i was
sleeping yesterday afternoon, heavily sleeping,
mom talked to pishy [pishy said] and told him
stuff about the room. well, not a boarding house
anymore. but a room. even a small room. where
we could stay. she said she'll bring stuff there,
those she's not using, like bean bags, mattress
etc so we dont have to think about the
appliances. WE. that means we're still gonna live
under the same roof.

plus, she's okay with pishy even if he doesnt get
a job. she's planning to put up a loading station.
if that would happen, it would be fine if pishy
would look after that store.
then we'd get our daily expenses from the store's
profit.

she also told us to keep up with that plan first
until she passes the bar exam on september then
we dont have to work anymore. she'll be
supporting us till we finish college. maybe even
after we finish college until our life is almost as
big as hers.

great plans huh. just needs to be put into action.
well, what really touching about the story was
the text i got from her last night.

'wag kyo alala ni eryck d ko kyo pa2bayaan basta
sumunod lng kyo s mga plano ko. 0 d b lahat ng
planu ko nasu2nod basta s ayos lng tignan mu
nakagraduate n ko at magbabar n. D b sbi ko syo
noon s ibang bansa tyo ti2ra magintay at
magtyaga lng tyo at lahat mangya2ri at c eryck
kasama n sya s planu natin. Sundin nyo lng lahat
utos ko at magtapos kyo ng pag aaral.'


exact. as it is. i want to savor every word of
that. rare words from a mother who has a rebel
for a child.

i was almost move to tears.. but then again. this
is bliss, i am happy.

why, things are just falling into their places.

i love my mom. so much. so much


give me siomai.
x 6:49 p.m. x

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misshell aka mike aka michiko aka june::

i was born on Sybil's birthday at 3:15 am.

i reside in an almost inhumanely tiny roomie with a toilet room shared by 17 other boarders. 17 is unlucky for me.

i work at nowhere as of the moment. i just draw.

i own a multi-colored bead bracelet with a red lace.

i eat rice once a day, and i shit every two days.

i love watching pishy do the 3-5, i wonder when can i have my own load.

i hum share the shower with someone very closely related to me.

i can't sleep without brushing my teeth.

i want to eat shrimp sandwich, NOW.

i sigh, yawn and scratch my head when i'm bored.(don't we all do?)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

*kunwari seryoso*