♥A Day To Remember♥

I woke up 4 o'clock this morning when my mom opened the lights. She prepared our breakfast as early as that because she and my dad were going to attend the mass for their reunion. She told me that she will fetch us when they pass here during the motorcade. When they left, me and my brother played psp and after a few minutes we decided to eat. After eating, I planned to wash the dishes but my dad texted me that we should go to the church in that moment. I replied that we have just eaten our breakfast and we still need to take a bath. He told me that we should be there before 7-before the motorcade starts. When we arrived in the church the mass will soon to end. My father told me to go inside the church and look for my mother. When I saw Glen I was very sure that my mother was near him. After the mass, we saw Ma'am Rhea. She told us before that she don't want to attend the reunion. We talked to her and we asked her why she was here. During the parade, we were with Glen and his mom, Tita Lhen. We rode in their car and during the ride, we played psp. After the long parade, the street dancing will start. My mom and Tita Lhen decided that Glen, Ian (my brother), and I should stay in their "kubo" in San Roque Elementary School and waited for them. When we arrived there, we played psp again. When one of our mom's classmates arrived, he asked us to help him in fixing the tables and he gave us bananas to eat after. When the bacth of my father arrived form the street dancing, I asked him to find a comfort room. After I used the comfort room, I returned to our "kubo". I saw Ian and Glen drinking juice and eating chips. I asked them where did they got those foods. Glen answered back that his mother bought those for the 3 of us. Afterwards, I asked where was my mother. I've never seen her after the street dancing. Hours passed when Glen asked me, if the car in front was ours. I told him no, because I know that my mom won't use that today. We both laughed when we saw my mom holding the keys of the car and opened the backdoor. Now I know where she had been. She got there foods from Zamora. We spent some time in playing psp. My mom called my name smiling at the 3 of us and pointing to the lechon. We were so much excited to eat that. During the parade, we talked and thought about how delicious that lechon would be. We can't concentrate on what we were doing while we can smell the lechon. It made us very hungry. Tita Che was offering us the lechon but refused to eat. We where very shy but they can see it that we really want to eat some. Tita Lhen gave us one of the feet of the lechon. We were laughing and she told us "Huwag na mahiya!", but we still refused it. Everyy now and then, Tita Lhen will give us some parts of the lechon until we ate our lunch. After lunch the 3 of us were very silent and we felt sleepy. Tita Lhen, my mom and their classmates were all laughing at the 3 of us because we were very silent after eating. Tita Che said, "Ngayon sawa kayo sa lechon, kanina tatakam takam kayo" and laugh very hard. That afternoon, I played with Tita Che's son. I found him very friendly and cute little boy. Another hour passed by and the three of us were still sitting beside each other and playing psp. I was sleepy and I was very silent in a moment when Glen put an ice on my ears. We laughed hardly and I put ice on his back. Glen put ice on the back of my brother and we started to put ice on each other. Afterwards we felt like eating lechon again. Tita Lehn gave us lechon once again and we finished eating it. Glen got another part of the lechon and we quickly finished it. He asked my brother to get another and we were laughing because the one he got was a huge one. We didn't finish that and we just gave it to the classmate of our mom. It was almost 6 o'clock and it was already dark. Tito Glenn, Grant and Gellai-Glen's father, brother, and cousin arrived. We ate our dinner together. Glen's family went home before 7. I was very sleepy then. I felt so tired. I sit all day long beside my brother and Glen. I ate almost every hour. This day was fun and a great experience. I hope next year, the reunion of our parents would be more exciting.

♥My Man, My aNgeL♥

Looking back at my past, there is a man who shared his life with me and my family. He is not one of my relatives but I treated him as my GRANDFATHER. He was a friend of my family and a professor for my parents. My dad treated him as one of his father. In fact, he lived with us for almost 3 years.

My Lolo Rusty usually brings us to Mcdo or Jollibee when I was still young. He wouldn't let us to miss any toy form the said fast-food restaurant chain. Every Christmas, he sells fruits in the public market. Me and my brother helped him and stayed with him once a week in the market. He is very proud of us. He even tell something about us to every customer he had, and he would aslo say "Eto ang pinka-mamahal kong mga apo."How sweet is that, right?! (I miss him so much! ~.~) Every year, during my birthday, he will come for dinner. The very last time he did that, he got one picture of mine when I joined the Earthwatch teens last 2006 and told us,"Ilalagay ko to sa lamesa ko sa iskul. Pakikita ko sa mga estudyante ko gano kaganda ang apo ko." He really makes me feel that I'm special for him.

Sad to say, last two years he died because of a kidney disease. We taught he already fine, but suddenly when I went home my mom said "Puntahan natin ang lolo, kayong dalawa nalang ata iniintay nun. Hindi napikit ang lolo niyo." That time I knew he was in comma. That night, we visited him and I saw how much pain he could feel. He can't move and talk. I knew he could hear us because we could see tears from his eyes. I can't sleep that night. That midnight, his sister caleed my mother and told that my Lolo already left us. I can feel both sadness and hapiness the moment I heard that. I felt happy for him because his sufferings had come to an end and sad because we lost him. Last October 3 was his birthday. We were not able to visit him but I still pray for him. I hope that his watching me and be my guardian angel.

♥iNspiRaTiOn♥

Most of the time, me and my mom have fights, whenever I did something that she doesn't like, she would scold me. She would shout at me and doesn't stop until see sees my crying. I really hate her for that. It seems that se really mean to hurt me.

Despite of hating her, she's my inspiration. She's the reason why I strive hard to do things. She doesn't believe in my strength to go for the things I like to do. She would always say that I can't do it. I want to prove her wrong, that is the very reason why she is my inspiration.

She takes good care of me and my brother. She's strong and not sweet. I still love her and forever I will do. I even thank God for giving me my mother. For me, she is the best Mom!

♥Family History♥

I really find it hard to trace my family background. The only person whom I can talk about this matter is my mother who also doesn’t know much about it. She don’t know even one of her aunts and uncles, grandparents and other relatives in her mother side. She just know that her mother, my Lola Belen ( Belen Javier) is from Bicol. She don’t know how did her mother arrived in Naic, Cavite. Lola Belen was a domestic helper in Hong Kong before. She died last 2002 because of stroke. My mother lived in San Roque in her childhood days. This is where her father, my Lolo Lorenzo(Lorenzo Catubig) lived since then. He is now a tricycle driver. His father Modesto Catubig(former driver), died also in year 2002 while her mother, Pelissa Catubig is still living. She is now very weak and can't recognize us anymore.

In my father's side, I only got my grandparents. My mother don't know also about my grandparents' grandparents. When I was in Gr. 3 my Lolo Domeng (Domingo Abella) died. He was a former driver while my Grandmother, Lolo Gayang (Ligaya Abella) is still living. She has a mini sari-sari store. Being the eldest, Papa Ostoy (Agosto Abella) is now a manager of his own business. His daughters have their own family while his two sons are studying in other country. The second son of my grandparents is my Tito Erneng (Ernesto Abella) . One year after my Tito Sileng(Marcelino Abella) was lost, he followed. It's been 3 years from now when the were gone. It is really hard for us, specially for my cousins. My father (Apholonio Avilla) was the fourth son. My mother said that when my father enter his college life, he uses Avilla instead of Abella as his surname. After four consecutive sons, my grandmother gave life to my Tita Evelyn (Evelinda Abella). She stays home and took care of her children. The youngest is my Tita Neng-Neng (Purificacion Abella). She is working in EPZA. She still don't have partner in life. She spends her money in helping my other cousins in studying.

Both sides of my parents are 100% Filipino. Most of them were drivers. Our family has a lot of sad stories.

♥hArD fEeLiNgs♥

Have you ever wished to become someone else? Someone who could do whatever he wants? Have you ever felt being a prisoner of yourself? Of your family? How about, feeling so alone, so hatred, so much depressed, and it seems it is already the end of the world?

Feeling such things would make me go crazy!!! If I would want something for myself, definitely my mother won’t like it for me. We’re always having arguments regarding that misunderstanding. Not just with that, sometimes, we were having fight because of my friends, my very close friends and our trips. For me, she’s kind of KJ…

Ever since I have these hard feelings for her. Even to my father. I just don’t understand why are they very strict to me? Do they know that I’m hurt whenever they disagree with me??? I feel that I don't have their support.

I hope they will understand my feelings.

♥aN "aTe" beHinD -taJe-♥

whatever life may brings, we must go with it. Learn to move on and accept facts. We need to be strong and determined.

This Monday, (June 16) was the 1^st day of my brother in his new school. At first he was very excited to attend his classes in that school. I was disappointed when I got home and saw him crying in his bed. I talked to my mother regarding that. She said that Ian don’t like his new school at all. She said that I should talk to Ian and help him. Hence, after I had my shower, I talked to him. He said that he was uncomfortable in that school. He definitely misses the way in Maddalena Starace School, where we had our elementary days and his former school (He studied there for 6 years).

For three consecutive days, every time that I would arrive home, I always see him crying and complaining that he really hates the school. I became sad whenever I saw him that way. I miss my “lil Ian” who was very funny and talkative. Since last Monday, I helped him first in doing his home works before I do mine.

I felt pity on him. He was never used of having a different school aside from MSS. I too felt sad in my first weeks in CNSHS, but I had learned to adjust. I explained to my brother that the decision of my mom and dad for us to have a different school is also for us.