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Now This Is Bruno
May 25, 2007
Ok. Bruno is my cousin's son. She lives in a squatter's area somewhere in Pasig. Her partner is a drunkard. He beats her. This cousin of mine, we go way back. When she was still in the City of Smiles, she used to live with my family. She was, in a way, my nanny. She took care of everything I needed. I love her. Sadly, she wasn't able to finish school. She went to Manila to look for a job, but ended up with some lousy bastard.
Earlier last year, I received a text message from her. We met up, and that's when I met Bruno. He was about five month old. She asked me if she could live with me. I had a decent apartment then. I, along with my housemates, took them in.
Last October, I sent them back in Negros because I transferred to a dorm.
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So, want to hear about my trip?
May 23, 2007I'm back here in the Land of Milk and Honey… that's Manila for us promdis.
I feel like I have been gone for too long. On the way to my aunt's house, it's as if I'm seeing Manila for the first time. I felt scared, excited and antsy. Anyway…
I had a grand time in Negros. I arrived on wednesday evening. I slept in my parents' room because their AC was on, hehehe. My throat was hoarse from yakking endlessly. Ramon and Dara came to visit me and we had a talking marathon!
Mamsi and I visited several spas. Her treat, of course. My dad.. he's cool. We consumed a ton of nicotine and wine.
One of the reasons why I so wanted to get my ass in Negros is to celebrate my 25th. Damn, I'm old. the parentals gave me a huge party. All of mamsi's clan was there… and my gayfriends and Dara and Mayang. My cake was weird… it has white and pink frosting, and the sponge is Pandan! Late at night, Megs was there too. We had several bottles of beer. Then we were joined by my childhood friends… oh my! They are now seamen, teachers, government workers…
My lil bro is all grown up. Tandy, my dog, is still adorable. My sister, I'm so touched because she made it on my birthday. Her friend gave me a lipgloss. Bobby gave me a bottle of sweet wine. The rest of my friends… they gave me letters and cards. Ha!
6 days are too short. Anyway, you might be wondering why I came back here… due to some unfinished business, of course. Work related dramas. But next month, I am so going home! Going Felicity ain't worth it. Damn.
Oh yeah.. Bruno was there too. Who's Bruno? I'll tell you in my next entry. 
Note to self: Suspend your disbelief and look again at everything you had taken for granted…
Sinking Ship
May 5, 2007It's really over.
It's hard to believe, hard to let go… but i have no choice. I thought we could make it, just like before. I wasn't prepared that this time, we really have to say goodbye.
To you, Mr. Loverboy, thank you. It was a good one. I've seen you struggle. I've seen you fought for us… but it wasn't enough. If it had been up to only the two of us, it would have been fixed. But, yeah… 6 years, one incompatibility, and then it's over.
So…delete, purge, erase.
It's hard, and I don't know how I will pull this through, but… I just know that I can. Thank you mama. Thank you papa. Thank you tita. thank you friends.
kinda emotional
May 2, 2007"Dad, are you disappointed?"
When I was just a small fry, I had all the qualities of being a most-likely-to-succeed shit. Good grades, popularity, the works. But somehow, I was left behind. I never made it to the top three. During contests and events, I always came in second, third… and I would always look at my dad, and I would hear him say kanugon (sayang!). It was always like this:
Dad, I got a 97 in Econ. I'm the third in class.
What's the grade of the top 1?
98.9 Dad.
Kanugon. Two points more and you'll be the top 1.
And to add to his gazillion failed expectations, I took up a course in college which nobody would thought that I will take. Let's just say that instead of taking up a business course or medicine, I ended up with something so far out from that.
Last night, I called home. I told him about some decision I made and he was a bit shocked. We had a long silence, and this gigantic lump was forming at my throat. I asked him if I disappointed him and he said, I'm damn proud of you. I couldn't believe what I heard. He's proud of me… and here I am, unaccomplished, struggling, nobody. Somehow, it just made me feel that I really failed his expectations.
I broke into a sobbing fit.