…after going to the toilet…lol! sorry im so open…i answered some surveys from my cousins here in my Friendster bulletin…i really like it, part of my life that makes u reminisce although, you wanna forget….especially back when i was in the philippines…i had to admit that i did have some sad and terrible memories back then especially dealing with some family…and as i’ve mentioned my first cousin Wanda…i lived in my grandmother’s house because my parents struggled in an apartment back in Mabolo, Cebu? Not only that, we had to share almost everything in the apartment with a couple, they are nice anyways. The living situation was horrible and i dont have but one friend…nothing to see outside but concrete wall and the smell of the sewage gutter stretched along the sidewalk right outside our door…for short life was hard….anyways my parents decided to live with my grandma, along with her other children in her two-story house…met my cousin Antonio aka INOT and the rest of the cousins and neighbors and later Wanda….whom who seldom spoke to me or play with me….i still don’t know what i did to make her hate me so much. Eventhough I was a little girl in a house full of families, I know one thing for sure Wanda was the favorite among my Aunts and Uncles but not the ya-yas (slang for a maid), why? Every Christmas time, she gets lots of nice girl toys like Barbie dolls and I on the other hand have been given several piggy bank or stuff toy. I’m not jealous at all but, it hurts inside and I kept it to myself. There was one Aunt though that was so sweet to me especially on that birthday I have she gave me a 14k bracelet….her name was Tita Baby….Tita Marisol (Madel’s mom), I was so thankful to her it was a gift that was one in a million!!!!!……..love you Tita!…..Anyways, up until then, me and Wanda’s friendship was so sour and long gone until the year when my mom went to the US and she made friends with me for those last short months before we were on our way to the US….it was really sad and it hurts….I’m not talking about just her but, think about it! first cousins that dont get along and we are both in the same bloodline? through her dad….i dont know what to say…..imagine even after all those years I’m still contemplating a little about not seeing my grandma and grandpa when they passed away or visit their graves…..i never will forget the times when my grandma always treat me and my cousins in the house to a lot of snacks like ta-ho, banana-cues, ice cream and so much more…stuff like these still dwell on my mind….my hometown that i left behind…..can you imagine yourself not having any close cousins around? Aunts? Uncles?….im just happy that i can still keep in touch with most of them and I do try, i can still remember how they look even now on their Friendster pics….wish i could turn back time but, now we’ve grown and hopefully will see each other again….i miss the holidays in Cebu and the Beaches….the sound of a native speaking pure bisaya lang, the smell of authentic lechon na naay soy sauce ug sibuyas….yum!….*sigh*…
*cindy’s thoughts—only thy self can fathom* overwhelmed with some farce cry of my solidarity and the uttermost silence buried in my heart and mind—if not down in the pit of my stomach, the lacking? Incoherent with the obvious sense of fullfillment…what’s the meaning of family? Hence love but, despise you in your face with no clear sincere reaction…lost in a burdened assumption…still the thought of thou ones left behind fill the endearing sense of satisfaction–words do bellowed to me and a sign of "I still remember you"…which gave a reassurance that I—have echoed far enough to those that really care—Cindy is still here and I give my one last ciao………………………………………
Back to reality: I’m off today and tomorrow and ill probably will blog again about it…dot dot dot…annoyed? I just like doing it….lol