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Farewell, Lolo

I lost my paternal grandfather yesterday.

I was so hopeful, so optimistic, that he would make it through. I was praying that he would come out of his deep sleep and regain his health so that by the time I can take my trip back to the Philippines, he would be there ready with his smile and countless stories.

Alas, his heart gave way. A ruptured nerve caused blood to circulate his brain.

He suffered a heart attack a couple of days ago and was admitted to the hospital. Although not pronounced comatose, the doctor said he was in deep sleep. The only response from him was when tears fell from his eyes when one of his sons called and the phone was pressed to his ear. Last night when Papa's cellphone rang, I felt my heart skip a beat, making me nervous. But I refused to entertain the thought, and continued staring at the television screen. A few moments later, Papa comes out and gives us the news that Lolo was gone.

My relationship with my lolo wasn't the typical granddaughter/grandfather relationship. I grew up miles away from my paternal grandparents, but in my heart they meant more to me than words can ever convey. I loved them. And I admired both my grandparents for the way they raised my Papa and his 10 siblings. My grandparents were strong individuals. My Lola was the feisty one, while my Lolo preferred to say the least and sauntered off to the background with his shy smile and his words of wisdom. Indeed, he was a man of little words.

But my fondest memory of him is that of his stories that echoed in the night when we were in Bicol to visit. These were of witches and warlocks in town. His ominous voice and his serious look drew you in despite his steady handle of Tagalog. And when he laughed, it was almost as if he was chuckling - infectious even.

Lolo was a strong man. He has been through a lot through the years. He has battled a number of ailments. He kept hanging in there in hopes that one day he would see all of his children and grandchildren again. And we, too, hoped that we would all see each other again.

But God had other plans. Lolo's time was up. The angels have a better place for him up there.

I haven't yet cried my bucket of tears. I know it is welling up inside me. My eyes sting and my jaw stiffens as I try to stop myself from crying in public.

It is much more painful to me that I was not able to see Lolo in the last 6 years, but I know that I will see him again someday. And it pains me even more that I cannot go back home to see him laid at his final resting place. All I can do is pray for him and for Lola that she receive all the support she can get during this heart-wrenching time.

That's pretty much all I can do, in addition to this entry I offer to him.

I will miss Lolo so so much. His laugh will echo in my ears. His life will continue to inspire me throughout my own life. And his legacy will live in me.

An Afternoon Downtown

About a month ago on the 15th of May, my friend Teko had invited me to join him in downtown San Antonio.

The Monday before, I had called Teko to ask him to check out the email I had sent him pertaining to the letter he was to take with him to the US Embassy. Rosa had asked us ISA officers to write a Petition letter, and since I was pretty much the only person who could write a formal letter and was closest to Teko, I said I would do it. So anyway, I called him to tell him about it and he invited me to go Downtown with him the next day. His crew was shooting footages of him Downtown and he wanted to have a companion. How could I say no to that? I've never really went on a tour downtown, so I told him I could go with him after my shift at work. Luckily, I was already in San Antonio because I was working during Maymester, so asking permission from Papa to stay later wouldn't be a problem.

Teko picked me up from school with his film crew and photographer in tow. His producer asked me "Will you be joining us?" I replied with a yes, and he went "Lovely" with that "lovely" foreign accent. We took the bus downtown. It's been a while since I took public transportation. Teko even commented that I must not have taken the bus ever, and I assured him that I have.

When we got to our first destination, The Alamo, Teko got his mic and the camera crew started setting up. I wasn't expecting to be in the shoot really. I thought I was just going to be there to accompany him behind the camera when they weren't shooting, but suddenly I get directions and instructions, and I was just caught in the spur of the moment.

The camera crew wasn't allowed inside, so Teko and I went inside by ourselves. I saw a bunch of Filipinos. I said hello to one Pinay, who told me she was from California.

We were going to split after seeing the inside of the main building, but when Teko found out that I had never been there (compared to his 4 or more times there), he insisted that we go and check out the museum part of it on the side. Then, as per instruction, as we concluded the tour inside, we went to the wishing well. I am such a doofus. Guess what I wished for - on camera, might I add...Success in life. How corny is that? Ahahaha. Then Teko told me we should get a picture in front of The Alamo because I was an Alamo-virgin. Ok, he didn't say that exacty, but it's what I was. Haha.

And because of the extreme heat in Southern Texas, Teko wanted to have ice cream. We passed by The Menger Hotel, and Teko had heard about former President Clinton having buckets of the hotel's famous in-house mango ice cream sent to Capitol Hill and devouring it whenever he was in town. So we treated ourself to the summer delicacy, and oh-my-frickin-lord, it is SO good. I suddenly missed the Philippines. And to think that I'm no fan of Mango ice cream. Seriously though, it was good. And we got it for free, which was even sweeter. Haha.

Oh, and must I add that while waiting for our ice cream, I was interviewed again. Having assumed that I would have been more comfortable in front of the camera by now, I thought I was gonna be ok. Nuh-uh. Not quite. And Teko had introduced me as "This is my girl, Laureen," which sent us off into hysterical laughter afterwards. And when he was asked if I was his girlfriend, that sent both of us laughing again. But it was all good.

After that ordeal, we went to Rivercenter Mall. Finally, some air-conditioning to rid me of the hotness in my face. Hah! But there was more to come. Teko was going to get some Cowboy gear to wear on his trip home to surprise his parents as he got off the plane in South Africa. So anyway, there I was holding Teko's camera up ready to shoot him as he looked at the barage of flannel and tassle-clad shirts, and his Producer suddenly turns the camera to me, and asks me questions that made me want to crawl under the cashier register after I had opened my mouth in reply. Gawd, I am such an embarrassment. If you might remember from past blog entries, I am no good with giving and receiving compliments. So when asked with "Do you think Teko will look handsome?" I went blank and was like "Um, eh, well, uh, we'll see. We'll see." Huh? What a looney.

Teko got his purchase, a black long-sleeved shirt and a black Cowboy hat. Then the both of us went into the back to shoot pictures of him trying on Cowboy boots. His batteries had died though, which was ok, because we were about to call it a day soon enough.

We had lunch at the Hooters joint downstairs. I just LOVE their Fried Pickles appetizer, so I had already made my mind to get those when I found out we were eating there. Teko didn't like pickles, and he claims a show he saw on MTV made him stray away from it. But I was determined to persuade him to try it, and he told me that I should go ahead and order it and we'd split his order of chicken wings. Hah! Success. His producer was shooting random footages for a short while, then packed the camera and microphone when our food arrived. Upon learning that Teko and I had split our orders, he went "You should've told me that you guys split your orders." He might have thought that would make intriguing TV. Haha.

And so off we went. We boarded the bus once again and before I reached my stop, Teko gave me a half-hug and thanked me for spending the afternoon with him. Despite all my booboos, I did have a lot of fun. So yeah, if you live in South Africa, you might see me on TV. Hehe. It'll be shown towards the end of the year. Teko will keep me posted, and I'll let ya' know when I get my 15-minutes of fame - in embarrassing fashion no less. Just last Thursday (the 31st of May), the San Antonio Express News ran Teko's inspirational and heart-warming story, and had 3 pictures accompanying the article. Two out of those pictures were of our afternoon Downtown, so I was in the bloody paper. Heck yeah, just awesome!

As of this moment, I am still waiting on the pictures from Teko's camera. But of course that'll take a while longer, for Teko is busying himself with domestic duties all the way in South Africa. I sure do miss my SMS buddy.

hello, eavesdropper.

i absolutely love it when my prayers are answered when i least expect it.

for the entire week i've been fervently praying to God that i see my friend just to be sure that my friend wasn't avoiding me for some reason unimaginable.

every night, i whispered to God to please please please make it possible for my friend and i to bump into each other as a sign that we still do have a friendship burning. and whaddaya know, as i was getting off the escalator on the 3rd floor from the second floor, i see my friend getting off the escalator on the same floor from the opposite direction.

so for posterity's sake...

"hello."

"hello."

"how are you?"

"tired. and kinda down."

"down?"

"yeah, my books are weighing me down."

"oh. yeah, mine are, too. where are you headed off to?"

"cafeteria. it's lunch time."

"uh-huh."

"i'll see you later, ok." (hugs exchanged)

"wait, what's your schedule like?"

"i'm here [all day]."

"mmmhmmm. did you change your number?"

"what number do you have?"

"......?"

"oh, i don't have that anymore. i don't have a phone right now. i have a pager."

"uh, that isn't much help."

"yeah. well, T-Mobile sucks."

"my parents have T-Mobile."

"ok, maybe not so much."

"yeah, but they think it sucks, too."

"yeah."

*silence*

"ok. well, see you later."

"yeah, later." (hugs exchanged)

"call me."

"i'll try."

and that was that. and our friendship goes on.

Friends Forever!

"Friends Forever!" Page after page, person after person had written these two words in the notebook I had passed around to my batchmates days before graduation. It was an idea I had snagged from one of my upperclassmen friends a couple of years before. The idea was to get my friends leave simple notes of gratitude and recall our days of bliss together. It was just an ordinary 3x5 notebook with blank pages, Nick Carter's headshot on the front cover and a short biography on the back. Just one look at it, you'd have an idea of how smitten I was with the guy =) Today, whenever I feel the urge to reminisce on my days as a high schooler, I pick up that notebook from my pile of old journals in a box I had covered in gift wrapper and read what my classmates have written. Many of them are my good friends, some are just acquaintances who were around when I asked someone else to write something in. I can't really call it a scrapbook of sorts, but a number of those who graced its pages had a ball cutesying up the pages and being as creative as they could be - coloring the pages, stamping images, sticking stickers, or pasting pictures that depict friendship.

I am still saddened by the fact that it is only halfway filled and not cover to cover because I simply ran out of time. Even Ronald didn't bother writing in it for the simple reason that he felt he was never gonna see me again. We were, afterall, going to go to the same school the next year. A number of good friends also have not written anything. It was difficult to pass the notebook around because we weren't in the same classrooms and sometimes I feared it would get lost. My classroom was also on the other side of campus while the rest of the seniors were in the main building for seniors across the quadrangle. There were over 500 students in our graduating class, many of them I only know by name. Nevertheless, a smile is brought to my lips whenever I do get to read the messages because of the many nice things they had to say.

Some messages are written in a huff with a simple "Thanks for treating me as one of your friends" or "Stay the same," while some others take up two or more pages telling me how much our friendship means to them and reminding me of the good ole times we shared. At the end of many of these notes I read "Friends Forever." No matter how short the time we spent together, many remind me that we will remain friends forever.

As I sat on my bed one afternoon thumbing through each page, I wondered if my classmates still remembered what they had written me five years ago. I wondered if they still held in their hearts the promise of our forever friendship. I have maintained contact with a few of these same people and I am glad that we are still friends. For some, I still wonder if we were face to face, would the feeling be the same? Would we be able to relive our friendship from high school once we meet each other in the present? As we are separated by oceans and a hundred miles today, it isn't the same; nevertheless, we catch up from time to time with the help of cyberspace.

Oftentimes, when I read these words together, Vitamin C's song rings in my head. I remember when that song came out when I was in my Freshman year in college, I wished it had come out the year my batch graduated from high school. The chorus chants:

As we go on
We remember all the times we had together
And as our lives change, come whatever
We will still be friends forever

Even the verses mean something equally tearjerking. Whenever I hear that song, I make a silent prayer hoping that my friends from high school are safe and doing well with their lives. As cheeseballsy as that may sound, I really do remember high school with that song.

Forever. Some cynics (yes, to me they are cynics) believe nothing lasts forever. I think there is such a thing. Call me sentimentally naive, but I really believe in the concept of forever. There are things in this world (or outworldly) that can last eternally. There are those that escape all sense of time, such as friendship and love. And because I do love my friends, these two go hand in hand.

But really, how do we know when our friendship fulfills its promise? How do we know it has reached forever when we ourselves do not last forever? My grandma tells me that it is by simply keeping in touch, just keeping the communication going. If you lost touch with friends because of distance and going on separate paths, that doesn't mean the friendship is now void. Like they say, "Friendship can stand the test of time." As long as no ill-feelings, jealousies, and fights are involved, a friendship is still a friendship. We just hope that that whenever we cross paths with these friends in the future it would be as if no years, distance, and forgetfulness has come in between.

Some things may change. We may find out we have lesser things in common, such as what I found out when I reconnected with some of my friends, or we may form a new friendship with a mere rediscovered acquaintance from years before, or they just forgot who you are completely. Either way, those "true friends" are who will remain the same - they'll still be there for you through thick and thin, no matter how many differences you now have. And if those who promised forever have been genuine to that friendship formed years before, then you can guarantee yourself a friend forever.

Spiral garden debut

Last June 24 was Kuya's Debut Performance with his band, Spiral Garden. Pero syempre, bago tayo dumating sa pivotal event na yun, i-step by step natin ang araw ko. Ayun, syempre nag-internet ako ng umaga. Tapos nung malapit nang mag-lunch time, dumating si tita Arleene. Hinatid sya ni tito Gerhard and best friend ni tito na si Helmut. Chika-chika ng konte tapos iniwan na nila si tita Arleene. Chika-chika nanaman about sa trip nila sa Miami and the rest of South Florida. Ayun, tapos around 2:45 hinatid na si tita Arleene sa airport. Dumating si kuya saglit from practice tapos umalis na sila ni Mama to drop tita off. hahay, kelan nanaman kaya kami magkikita noh?

Then pinaliguan ko si Kirby, dahil syempre Friday - schedule kasi eh. tapos nuod ng TV, Beyond Belief kasi eh. Tapos naka-uwi na si Papa, kain-kain nang konti. Tapos tawag sya sa mga officemates nya namanunuod ng performance ni Kuya. Tapos natulog muna sya. Tapos pinag-prito ako ni Mama ng isda eh di pa ako nakakaligo 5:30 na. Sabi pa naman ni Papa na aalis kami ng 6:30. Ano ba yun? Ang tagal pa namang maluto nung isda. Tapos I gave up on it. Naligo na ako noh. Ma-late pa kami ako ang sisisihin. Kaya ayun. Natapos ako nang 6:25. Oh diba, ang galing ko noh? Eh ang ganda na ng outfit ko, ang cute ko na tapos pinag-prito pa rin ako. Eh di nangamoy isda yung damit at buhok kong maganda. Ano ba yun?

Naka-alis ata kami mga quarter to 7. Ayun, nung umaga pala, kinuha ko yung directions to the lounge from the internet...43 minutes daw ang biyahe. What the hey!? Ayun, buti si tita Christy kumuha rin ng directions kaya joint-effort, tawagan sila ni Papa. Pagdating namin dun sa Neptune Lounge, eksaktong eksakto, 7:46 actually. Eh hello, sarado pa yung lounge. Akala ko nga kung ano yung lugar na yun. Parang Tavern na lalabas si Merlin sa loob na kumpleto ang attire with matching pointy hat at magic wand. Tapos nakita na namin si Kuya at banda nya na pumapasok sa back door. "Hello, Kuya!" kaway naman ako. haha Actually, nung tumatawid pa kami dun sa daan, parating sina tita Soc & tito Noel, naunahan pa nila sina tita Christy. Tapos yung vocalist nila Kuya na si Luisa lapit sya samin. Pasipsip pa sya kay Grandma, lami ipakong. Sabi pa nya na "Guest of Honor" daw nya si Grandma kaya happy sya na nakadating daw. Tapos fast forward tayo ng konte, di man lamang nya binagnggit sa kanyang mikropono na may guest of honor sya. Tange talaga yun. Parang ewan. Oh sige, rewind ulit. Ayun, bumukas na rin ang ilaw ng OPEN sign. Tapos bumukas na yung pinto. May mamang nakasalamin (ata) na umupo sa isang upuan sa may pinto, tapos papasok na sya ng people. Eh kami palang andun. haha. Pinauna ko si Grandma, sabi ba naman ni Asungot "It'll be five dollars. You have to give me the exact amount because I have no change." Eh kung di ka ba naman tanga eh, business kayo eh, eh di MAKE change. Sabi nga ni Papa eh, kung di lang si Kuya ang magpe-perform babawiin nya yung bayad at aalis na sana kami. Tapos gago pa tong si Manong, ayaw pang ibigay sakin yung pink bracelet thingy ticket whatnot whatever na yun. Hoy Gago, kasama kami ng tatay kong nagbayad! Dinenggoy pa ata kami. Sabi samin ni Kuya tres lang daw ang bayad. Pweh! Binulsa na nun yung extra $2, gago talaga noh.

Ayun, kinuhanan ko nalang sila sa harap nung saradong lounge . Pagpasok na pagpasok namin, na-shiyak kami dun sa aming nakita. Ibang iba sa ini-imagine namin. Ang dilim, ang dreary ng ambiance. Tapos puro inuman pa dun. As in wala atang pagkain ang sine-serve dun. Wala pang complimentary peanuts. Take note, si Papa pa yung pinagpunas ng lamesa at mga upuan. Humingi si Papa ng napkin para magpunas ng alikabok binagyan sya ng trapo at hinayaang sya nga ang gumawa, hindi pa sila ang lumapit. Wala nga atang nagpupunta dun sa lounge na yun, as in ang alikabok talaga. Grabe! Alimuot pa jud. Chika-chika konte, tapos dumating na sina tita Christy, tito Paul & tito Francis. Mas masaya ang chikahan. Ang tagal bago mag-start. Pinoy ata ang may-ari nung lounge, Filipino time. Sabi 7:45, eh 9 na yata nag-start. Kaya habang naghihintay sina Papa na mag-start, nag-billiard muna sila. Sabi pa sakin ni Luisa na walong kanta yung kakantahin, eh lima lang naman. Tapos di pa enjoy panuorin. Parang galilt sa mundo si inday.

Ahhh, wait muna, background story muna ng band nila Kuya. Dati kasi puro sila lalake, pangalan nila 90 Day Trial. Then naaksidente yung isa nilang member, so lie low muna sila. Then dumating itong si Luisa, ex ni Josh na keyboardist nila. Nagpapatulong sa music career nya kay Kuya. Then tinanggal si Rob, yung isang guitartist kasi di nagja-jive yung music nila. Then si Richard, yung naaaksidente, mejo ok na. So bumalik na yung banda, silang 4 nina Kuya, Luisa, Richard & Josh. Then natanggal ata si Josh coz di na sya nakaka-practice coz of work. then nag-away si Richard & si Luisa, so alis si Richard. Tapos dumating si Heather. Then at the last minute nag-back out si Heather the night before kasi may issues sila ni Luisa dahil itong si Luisa ay ma-diva ang epek. Biruin mo ayaw nyang mag-harmonizing sila. Ayaw rin nyang sumama si kuya sa songs nila kasi pangit daw may boses ng lalake. Eh gaga ka pala eh. Ipakong dyud tika. Kaya ayun, nagalit si Heather kasi wala kwentang ka-banda si Luisa. Fast forward na tayo sa performance nila. Di nakaak-ayang panuorin. Simulang-simula palang, nakaka-irita na kasi hello nang hello sa mic. Hoy bruha! Naririnig ka na nga namin, makulit ka! Walang stage presence ang vocalist. Naka-simangot, naka-pamewang, nagwi-wince, nagki-cringe, walang ka-adlib-adlib. Di nakikita sa face nya na nage-enjoy sya sa ginagawa nya. Ano ba namang klaseng musician yun, dba? Nakatayo lang sya dun sa gitna ng stage, tapos iirap pa. Ang sarap talagang batuhin ng ashtray. Kulang kulang pa ang introduction nya. Inintroduce muna nya yung members ng band tapos saka lang nya sinabi yung name nung band, di pa maklaro. Ayaw pa nyang kumanta si Kuya, gusto nya sya lang ang hahawak sa mic. May kodigo pa yung Spanish song nya. Tapos yung kanta ng Smashing Pumpkins, hindi maintindihan ang lyrics. Di pa nya sinabi na Smashing Pumpkins yun. And yung Spanish song nya, di pa nya sinabi na kay Gloria Estefan pala yun kung di pa sinabi sakin ni Kuya. Ano ba yan talaga?!

Bago pa nag-start yung performance nila, di ako makahinga. Na-claustrophobic nanaman ako. Kasi aside pa dun sa walang maayos na ventilation, ang dilim na, at puro cigarette smoke pa. Grabe talaga. Buti may dala akong panyo, kaya mejo natakpan ko ilong ko at napaypayan ko sarili ko. Ayun, tapos habang nagpe-perform sila, may lalakeng nasa gitna ng "dance floor" na naninigarilyo. Biro mo, tinaktak ba naman nya yung sigarilyo nya sa floor. Tatapikin ko sana sa balikat at bibigyan ng ash tray. The second song they sang was the one Kuya had written called "Let Go." Nung natapos, talagang cheer ako nang todo. Ako pa, wala nang lalakas sa cheer ko. Kaya kung kelangan nyo ng pala, ako ang hagilapin nyo dahil talagang cheer ako. Kung di ko pa sinigaw kay Manang Luisa na sabihin nya kung sino nagsulat nung kanta di pa nya sasabihin. Syempre nung sinabi nya nyang sinulat ni RJ, cheer nanaman ako nang malakas. Ayun, so natapos yung performance nila. Ang tagal tagal pa. As in lahat ng tao naka-bitin until sinabi nyang "We're done." Ano ba yun?! Wala man lamang pasalamat sa mga dumating at nanuod. Wala man lamang pasalamat sa Neptune Lounge na pinayagan silang mag-perform. Tanga talaga. Di nag-iisip. Walang kwenta! Eh di yun noh, natapos na rin yung kantahan, tapos lahat ng bandmates nila nagbabaan at nilabas na yung mga instruments at kuna anu-anong paraphernalia at props na ginamit. Baba rin ng stage si inaday Badiday, pero ano ang ginawa? Nagbeso-beso sa kanyang mga fans kuno, parang diva. Akala mo naman ang ganda ng boses, eh sintunado naman. And dami nyang off-key notes. Alam nyo ba, diba nawala na nga si Heather, swerte nga sila nahagilap pa nila si Eric para mag-play ng Bass for them tapos umiirap pa sya pag may mali nang konti, eh last minute na nga yun eh. Then si Jon nga pala ang nakuha nila a week ago para mag-drums. Buti andun rin sya kundi napaka-boring ng perofrmance nila dahil flat talaga ang boses nya noh. Maganda yung instruments nila. Syempre, seryoso ako talaga. Di nga rin nag-enjoy sina tita Christy and everyone else. Mas enjoy pa sana kami kung sa Pacific Island, haha.

Ayun, eh di uwian na nga. Di na namin kinausap si Luisa noh dahil hindi naman maganda ang feedback ko sa kanya. Yakapan pa sila ng mga pala nya as if maganda ang kanta. Sabi nga ni tita Christy eh na kung andito si Simon Cowell at sinabihan syang di sya pwedeng sumali ng American Idol, magto-throw yun ng tantrum at sasabihin nyang lahat ng family and friends tell her na telented sya. Yeah, grabe jud. So ayun, as in di talaga tumulong sa pagligpit sina Kuya. Hahay, grabeng mag-astang si diva. Tinawag pa nya yung kapatid nya na "helper." Bakit sino ka ba? Akala mo ba ikaw si Mariah Carey? Ngeeeee. Ayun, so umalis na kami dun at naghanap ng kainan. Kasi ba naman noh, kulang nalang mag-starve kami to death at feeling nasa drought kami noh. Puro talaga alaka andun, eh wala namang umiinom samin. All the way dun sa kainan pinaguusapan naming 4 ang performance nila. Ayun, so kumain kami sa Village Inn. Kukuhanan ko sanan ng picture sina Mama & Papa, pero loko-loko yung digicam eh. Nakuhanan ko naman yung mga inumin namin tsaka yung food ko. Weird noh? Kahit nilagay ko na yung camera sa table, wala pa rin. Kasi naman eh, na-frustrate ako dun sa performance ni Kuya dahil di ko sila makuhanan kasi ang dilim sa loob. Sayang talaga! Ayun, then when we went out may cute na cute na aso na kahawig ni Kirby sa loob ng kotse. Pag-uwi namin, dun lang namin nalaman na dysfunctional yung clicker kaya ayun, tumakbo ako sa bahay kasi akala ko andun si kuya, hiramin ko sana yung clicker ng car naming isa. Eh wala pa pala sya, kaya ayun. Buti may pumasok na ibang sasakyan kaya nakapasok na rin yung sasakyan namin. Ayun, then after an hour siguro dumating na si Kuya then chika-chika about sa performance. Wala pala silang bayad! HUWAT!!! Eh sinabihan daw sila nuon na babayarin sila, tapos ngayon wala na. Eh kaya nga kami nanuod eh dahil babayaran si Kuya. Akala namin mababawi nya yung gas money nya, di naman pala. tsk tsk. Tingin ko hindi nag-enjoy yung management nung lounge sa gawa nila kaya di na daw binabayaran yung first performance daw dun. Grabe. Then kaya lang pala sila napadpad sa lugar na yun kasi nanuod daw si Luisa ng isang performance dun then nagmadali sya so tanong sya kung pwede silang mag-perform dun. Eh ang fhangit naman ng ambiance nung lugar na yun. Di na ako babalik dun. Sabi nga ni tita Christy kay Mama na sabihin kay Kuya na kung mag-perform si Kuya with them di na sila manunuod. hahaha. Aliw naman kami with our family friends. Buti andun sila pandagdag sa kaaliwan ng gabi. Basta bottomline is magaling talaga ang Kuya ko. He was FANTABULOUSLY AWESOME!!!!! Sige, next time na ulit. Gutom na ako...lunch time na. haha. TTFN (",)