Kagagahan ko...

Ano bang meron sa pag-inom at kung ano-ano ang nangyayari sayo?
Bushet, nagmukha na naman akong gaga nung kagabi dahil linapitan ko yung crush ko at nakipagholding hands ako. Syete, para kong tanga sa ginawa ko. HAH!
Pero wag ka, hindi pumalag si loko, kala mo naman may gusto rin sa'kin. Siyet! Sinasabihan pa kong matulog na raw ako kasi mukhang antok na ko. Sabi ko, "Ayaw! Andito ka pa, eh." Lecheng hirit yan. Ayun, magkakabit kami buong gabi.
Bushet! Ngayon hindi ko tuloy siya maalis sa utak ko. Para na kong nababaliw sa kakaisip tungkol sa kaniya kahit na alam kong wala naman talagang mangyayari sa'min. Tangnang yun.
Nagkita kami kanina, nag-iinuman na naman sila ng mga barkada niya. Nung nakita niya ko, ngumiti sa'kin at kumaway, kala mo naman special friends kami. Hinila ko nung isa kasi nalaman yung nangyari, sabi dun muna daw ako. Tangna, pinatabi pa ko sa crush ko! Bushet, sabi ko, di na uuwi na ko. Walanghiya, ayaw, sumiyat daw muna ko. Sabi ko ayaw, dadating ate ko, uwi na ko. Pagtayo ko, nagpaalam na ko, tangna, kagagahan na naman ang umiral sa'kin. Tinapik ko si crush sa balikat tapos sabi ko, "Uwi na 'ko." Tangna siyempre hiyawan ang mga gago. Sabi lang ni crush, "Sige."
P-U-T-A-N-G-I-N-A!!!!! Hwala, kala mo walang nangyari kagabi. Bushet!! Ang gaga ko talaga!!!

Nakantutchi naman o..

magtatagalog na ko.
Nakantutchi naman, bakit may mga tao talaga sa buhay na hindi mo naman gustong makita, pero nakikita mo pa rin? Yung kahit anong iwas ang gawin mo, sumusulpot pa rin sa buhay mo. Yung kahit ilang beses mo nang i-wish na mawala na lang sila ay andiyan pa rin, parang buni na kahit anong anti-fungal cream ang ilagay mo, nangangati pa rin.
Yung girlfriend ng barkada mong hindi mo matake... yung girlfriend ng crush mo na minsan andiyan kaya akala mong break na sila pero bigla na lang susulpot... yung dati mong crush na sa totoo lang ay crush mo pa hanggang ngayon kaya tinataguan mo kasi ayaw mong magkacrush sa kaniya ulit...
Bad trip. Wala na bang ibang tao sa mundo kung hindi yung mga gustong guluhin ang buhay mo?

here's the next part of my story

Here's the next part of "A Kiss Goodbye"

For the next few months, Miguel stayed with Stephanie throughout her treatment. Miguel’s mother, who was his only parent since his father died in a car accident when he was four, wouldn’t let him go with Stephanie to the hospital when she got her chemotherapy. But he was at her house before she left and waiting outside when she came home. He kept her laughing everyday, cracking jokes and telling funny stories. He did it so she wouldn’t have to try so hard to be happy, because through her smiles he could sense her pain and fear.
Stephanie felt as though she was living a lie. She thought her parents were being cruel, making her get treatments even though she never really felt any better. Sometimes at night, when there was no one around, Stephanie would cry and cry, from pain and sadness. It seemed to her that she didn’t have a chance.
The only thing that made everything good for Stephanie was Miguel’s promise. And she never let him forget about it. Almost every day she would say, “Kiss me now, I might die tomorrow.” Miguel would just laugh and tell her to stop being stupid.
“You’re not going to die,” he would say.
“You just don’t want to kiss me because I’m bald and ugly,” she would answer, tearing off the brightly colored scarf that her mother always tied around her head.
“No, I’m not going to kiss you because you’re not going to die tomorrow,” he would reply.
At home he would lie in his bed and stare at the ceiling, praying the day he would have to kiss Stephanie would never come. It was not because he didn’t want to kiss her; on the contrary, he wanted to very much. The baldness was no issue, he still thought she was beautiful. But a childish fear held him back. A kiss before she died was like a kiss goodbye. Miguel didn’t want to tell Stephanie goodbye. He never, ever wanted to tell her goodbye.

After a year of treatment and chemotherapy, Stephanie’s doctor finally gave her family the good news. “The leukemia is under control. Stephanie is in remission.”
They all breathed sighs of relief. Stephanie’s chances had improved. They held a small party, just Stephanie and her family and Miguel and his mother, to celebrate the semi-victory. They all knew remission didn’t mean that Stephanie was cured, but it was a start.
After the party, Miguel and Stephanie went over to the sunset. They hadn’t been there since the day he made his promise. “So,” Stephanie began, as they watched the bright orange sun slip lower. “I might not be dying.”
“I know,” said Miguel, a small smile on his face.
“But don’t you go taking back that promise, mister. I still have a fifty percent chance of dying.”
“But you still have a fifty percent chance of living.”
“You really don’t want to kiss me, do you?”
“Not if I don’t have to.”
Stephanie punched him lightly on the arm with all the strength she could muster, which wasn’t very much. Still, Miguel pretended to wince. “What does it matter anyway?” he said, rubbing his arm slightly. “You’re not going to die.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you know that?”
“Because I won’t let you.”

Six months after Stephanie went into remission, Miguel’s mother announced that they were moving to LA. His uncle, his mother’s cousin, who lived there was going to petition for them to become citizens.
When Miguel asked his mother why they had to go, she answered, “Because we can’t afford to live here anymore. You’re getting older and bigger and so is your school tuition. Do you realize how much we’re going to have to pay for your school next year? When your father died, he didn’t leave us a lot of money, so you should be thankful there are people who care about us and want to help.”
“How? Isn’t it harder to live over there?”
“I told you, you’re Uncle Ernie is going to support us,” she replied. Uncle Ernie was a highly paid plastic surgeon and was therefore very rich. “He’s going to let us live with him and pay for your school. And after you finish high school he can talk to some people and help you get into college on scholarship. Isn’t that nice?”
“WHY?”
“Because we can’t stay here anymore! I haven’t been able to make payments on the house and the bank is taking it back. Besides, it’s time for a change.”
“But what about the people we care about? Are you saying we’re going to leave them?” Miguel asked.
“What does it matter, when practically all of our relatives are in America anyway?” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “And if you’re talking about Stephanie, she doesn’t really need you anymore does she? She’s better now and you need to look after yourself, too. Besides, I’ve always thought that you should not have attached yourself to her so much, Miguel. Never get attached to anything because sooner or later, it’ll be gone.”
Miguel bit back his tongue and left his mother before he could say something disrespectful. He loved his mother and all, but sometimes, she was a pain. But he knew he had no choice.