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I hope so.
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Our flight was delayed going back to Manila. It was so long…PAL gave us lunch vouchers and Tita redeemed them. It was toyo chicken. The liquid spilled on me and it sucked because we brought it with us on the plane. But once we landed, we threw it away.
Tita Tits teared up when we were saying our final goodbyes. It was sad because for the past two weeks that we were with them, we felt at home.
The plane ride to Manila was WHOA. There was so much turbulence because it was raining in Manila. Holy cow, my stomach dropped so many times. It was funny though, because it was like a roller coaster. Filipino ladies are so funny.
The plan was, after we got back from Davao, we would go to Orani and spend a couple of days there. BUT, my cousin had a different plan. I swear, I never hated someone so much in my entire life. We had told our mom and dad, Tito Jimmy, and Tita Fe beforehand that Jas and I wanted to spend some time in Orani because that was where our Inang was. I was so upset because my cousin was just ruining our plans because her reason was that, NO ONE WOULD WATCH US. She had a wedding to go to in Manila and she didn’t want us to stay at the house alone. I was crying in the car because Tita Fe was just going along with her plan. The house that they, my cousin and her dumb asawa, are occupying is not their house. It is and always will be my Inangs house. So she had No RIGHT in saying we can only spend the night. Mind you, this conversation was happening in traffic, in metro Manila. We already had a long day, and to come back to people not wanting us where we are allowed to be, is just draining. I know that Tito Yonie and Tito Eric got the vibe that we were not happy with what was going on. I kept quiet until we reached Bataan.
I gave attitude to Tita Fe because she wanted to call my cousin for directions. I told her I knew the way. And I did. Looking at Orani 10 years later was…saddening. Because 10 years ago it was a good time with our whole family together. Walking down Sto. Rosario was weird because everything was now so small. I had a pain in my gut the whole time.
My cousin cooked a whole lot of food. Crab, fish, shrimp. Jas and I didn’t eat. I couldn’t eat. Once I got into the house I looked around, and I sat down. I just stared. I started to cry. I couldn’t stop. Jas was just looking around the house while I was crying. It was painful. The house was the last place my grandma was in before she died. And the last time we saw her was in 2006. It was so heart-wrenching. My dumb cousins and Tita Fe, Tito Eric, and Tito Yonie was just laughing their heads off while eating dinner. How could they be eating when there we were bawling our eyes out. Gosh, I wanted to punch them. Especially my cousin’s asawa. Dumb fatty.
I guess our crying made them realize that we should stay, for more than one night. Ugh. It still makes my blood boil. We didn’t get to see our grandma for how many years, and they make us feel even worse.
She wanted us to sleep in their room, while they got to sleep in my grandma’s old room with AC. WTF. So rude. My sister was like, “Ninong Boyong said we could sleep in his room.” So after my cousin set up everything for us, we moved to the other room. Even though it was a twin size bed, it was better than sleeping in the same bed my cousin’s asawa slept in. NO THANK YOU.
I don’t like it when the people you looked up to, disappoint you. My sister and I looked up to my cousin. She was my favorite. But after I learned what she was doing to my grandma, like stealing her money, not giving her baths, not turning on the AC for her, or in general not taking good care of her, I was mad and every other feeling that’s associated with being mad. The thing is, my grandma paid for my cousin’s college. My grandma got to see my older cousins graduate and everything else. But us, she never got to see grow older. Like how Jason is the tallest one in our whole family or how… Its not fair, and I know it will never be fair. I just wish that we, my brothers and sister, got to say goodbye and thank her for everything that she done for us. But because of neglect and selfishness, we never got to.
Sissy’s breakfast- locally made ice cream
My breakfast- pandesal and peanut butter