Ciao, bellas! Como estas, amigas? Muy bien???

The just-ended weekend was such a blast, and to top it all off was the Juday-Ryan wedding which was aired on ABS-CBN (que horror! I wish they did not sell the rights! I’m sad). It was quite a weekend as I spent some time in the country… Marikina! I always associate Marikina as a “country” because of its exclusivity and the huge amount of earth I see in houses, specifically my lola’s. Her house, the same exact house my mom and her sibs grew up in, is a bungalow with a wide space for a garden.

The time we got there, lola served us her afritada while we gave her a cake that read: HAPPY MOTHER DAY! FROM ALL THE KID. I swear it’s funny. You know how our grannies have these false teeth and fail to pronounce /s/ properly? There. :)) The joke unknown to her, my grandmother tried to correct the cake but we explained everything. She cracked so hard that it was funny to see someone engage in a very late reaction. Like, for example, people yelling: SUNOG, SUNOG then you wake up saying GOOD MORNING when in fact, everything around you has already burned and the least you can do is yell… Sunog, sunog!

After snacks of some sort we went to some sports center my mom’s friend owns where we played badminton! It’s been a while since I last perspired that much, so it felt relieving finally. Days earlier I reprimanded my sister for lying in the garage (which obviously is dirty) but my mom said to just let her. There’s this Nido commercial which advises the same. An old Don Bosco advocacy furthermore comes to mind: Making our hands dirty is a requirement. Perhaps because of my locked-in state I have forgotten to “make my hands dirty”. Maybe her playfulness has a point, which at the moment I don’t get. In the future I hope I will.

The remainder of the evening was spent eating clubhouses and meals in my mom’s friend’s hub, which was just beside the badminton courts. After her clinic, my godmother followed with her husband. It felt like an inuman but there was the shortage of alcohol, and there was the presence of the kids and myself who could not stop ordering from the menu. After our huge meals the kids and I divulged in a pepperoni pizza and to think, we just had two square meals! Boy, we really are gluttons.

Morning after, we went to Antipolo. Once in a May day we go there to hear mass, something traditional from our family. My godmom says it was a tradition started by my deceased Lolo Bert, who went there all by himself then later dragged one of his children after the other. After he passed away my grandmother, being the all-lovable that she already is, continued his tradition. Tita Anne was the one who always went with her, but after she migrated to California with her family, my mom and the kids and I started bringing ourselves with her for the tradish. The Antipolo mass was such a blast with the Aquinos, however I found it very difficult to move as the weather did not cooperate well as earlier wished. Bought bags of plain casoy and lechon in half-kilos and bags of sumans. Yesterday I also dared myself to eat suman, and it was good. (Fried suman, to be exact.)

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Carlo and I have been playing with our Facebooks. My primary pic as of the moment is Ruffa Gutierrez and his is Kris Aquino. We exchange notes as if we really were the two women like: “My gosh ha kawawa naman si Baby James” then he exchanges a remark that goes like “No, mas wawa Lorin and Venice of yours.” Hell, twas downright funny.

Tomorrow will spend some QT with the UST pals! Can’t wait. Though I have decided to not ice-skate as it is too much for my budget. :)