A trip down memory lane

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That’s me, imagining the worst line I wanna deliver to the biggest b*tch of them all.. and I’m daydreaming.

I’ve been too tired, and it felt like I’m punishing myself at work.  I needed to attend to some personal matters that really matter.  Today, I thought of throwing stuff away.  Yeah, I like to throw stuff away.  Its a new habit that I have suddenly formed out of the Ondoy experience.  The whole tragic experience brought me to an understanding how life can be short and that there are far too many things that should be experienced.

I lost a lot of things that were very important to me that time.  I’m quite a sentimental person, but in the end, when Ondoy washed them away, I learned something important.  VERY IMPORTANT.  Its that life isn’t about the material things that you think matter to you, but the memories that you have for each event, each page of your life.

Some of the most painful things I had to throw away were books.  Imagine how loudly I screamed when I saw my whole cart of books swimming inside the house!  And it even included my precious yearbook (wherein, I dearly hate the editor for editing my eight-worded self description–as if she ever understood about individuality! Gaaahh, I’m so not talking about it here and now.. hmph!!!).  It had a whole collection of best seller books I haven’t even touched in years, yet I kept promising myself I ever will complete reading them all.   more…

Uninvited, unhonored

It seems to be an attempt to modify the doctrine
of Purgatory in that the faithful are asked to pray for the deceased
soul for 40 days after death during which time they traverse the
natural and supernatural worlds, according to this Russian Orthodox
tradition. Catholic dogma is more clear. Particular Judgment occurs at
death. The soul goes to heaven, hell or purgatory. If heaven or hell,
there is no chance of leaving either, before or after 40 days since
death. Purgatory is not necessarily 40 days for everyone or anyone. It
may be hours, days, weeks, years, centuries, or millennia depending on
the individual person and the attachment to sin and temporal punishment
due to sin they accumulated during life. We do not say the soul wanders
the earth for 39 or 40 days. The soul is judged and goes directly to
heaven, hell or purgatory. They do not haunt houses, or walk the earth
as ghosts.

Fr. John Trigilio on 06-07-2007 (http://www.catholic-bulletin.blogspot.com/2007/06/40-days-after-death.html)

40 days after the death of my honey, JP Tolledo, many were uninvited.  Restricting to only the closest and wanted by the immediately family.  Why is 40 days a very important number? more…

The first night he accompanied me home

Ang gabi ng unang hatid

Ang gabi ng unang hatid. I really miss you hon. :( :( :(

When you’re down, there’s no where else to go but UP

When you’re down, there’s no where else to go but UP

If’s there’s one thing that is sticking inside my head right now, that’s it.  That’s how my hubby says it exactly to me when I’m down.  I could almost hear him inside my head… and I finally know the reason why we didn’t get to watch “UP” while he was still around.  God really takes you to places and situations you don’t have control of.. simply because its His way of giving you sermons about life.  All you had to do was go along, be faithful and listen well.

The whole family is in trauma by what is happening.  I’ll save the details to some other time.  I, no matter how devastated I am with the loss of my future, had to take care of those who are still living and have emotions and concerns right now.  I miss them all.  I miss my family for I’ve been too busy preparing for the wedding.  Now, its their time to have me and its my time to have them.

We watched “UP” in 3d (of course in the best 3d moviehouse).  The “UP” craze has already faded, yet I still don’t know its morals.  I don’t usually go around reading synopsis or reviews unless I doubt that my money would be wasted in it.  And so, I get surprised myself.

My sister was laughing the whole time, while I was crying almost the whole time.  They were a couple sharing almost the same dream.  Planning almost the same thing.. thinking almost about the same things.  Ellie was more like me, Carl was more like my hubby.  I usually do the pegging of ideas for the future, and he works along with me.  He’s more silent, I’m more talkative; but we were both very supportive of each other.

I cried and cried while watching the movie.  The difference with Ellie and Carl with Me and JP is that they got married.. that’s all.  I pictured in my head, we’d be lounging around the house and staring up the ceiling of dark blue lit by glow in the dark figures of celestial bodies.  That was how we wanted our room to look like.  This image tore me to pieces.

Ellie and Carl

Ellie and Carl

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