kapoy na kog tiwas...
(tinatamad na ako para tapusin/i'm getting lazy trying to finish this)


untitled first person story

i was in highschool when i started to live my life. drugs and booze sorrounded me alongside my friends. i would get home around noon time the next day about to pass out and would wake up three days later. i know it annoys my parents, but heck, my life aint worth living at all. that's all i thought. i partied left and right, sometimes i would find myself in the confines of the hospital from too much alcohol and drug cocktail.

i managed to pass highschool, without the honors my parents wanted me to have. yet, they remained calm and steadfast. they still attended my graduation ceremony. i continued my rebelious self and started to hang out with all sorts of people. i didn't work, but i was still stuck in community school for almost four years. i ask money from my parents, they gave me some.

my car skidded one early summer, and fell off the freeway, hitting a large sand dune, flipping my car. i was passed out for days until the cops saw me. i was taken to a hospital and they stitched me together. i had cuts that were enough to be mistaken for a pork chop. i survived.

by the bed was my parents when i woke up. i saw them smiling a plastic smile, i know they were extremely saddened by the things i was doing.

i started to flip my life around after the incident. while i stayed in the hospital for several months, i asked for a notebook and a pen. i started scribbling plans and details of my new life, as i told myself, this has to happen.

i worked hard and in three years i got my bachelors degree in business administration. i resigned my good paying job and started my own company with services such as accounting. i barely see my parents, but they are always on my heart.

i added more to my workload by enrolling for a post graduate program. i deprived myself of social interaction and sleep just to get through and have a masters degree. graduation came, my parents was starting to get sick. to my surprise, they went to my graduation., i broke to tears as i saw them clapping their hands as i received my masters degree, i was smiling at the same time not fully understanding what they were doing.

after winning battles left and right, i felt something was missing in my life. i didn't really know what, but for the sake of my own pride, i took a break from my schedule and walked down to the local park. as i reminisc the moments of my life, a lady passed by trying to chase a little boy who has a squirt gun, spraying everyone in his way. i was smiling, i told myself, ey, i did that before. as i finished smoking along the bench, the lady finally caught up with the kid and started to scold him. i said to myself trying to immitate the boy "awww mom, you're killing the fun" as i laughed.

i lit up another cigarette as i minded my own business, when the lady sat next to me and said, "he's my nephew." i was dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, i was wondering if she heard me. oh well, might as well strike a conversation.

just when i was about to utter a word, little dude came up and said "ohhh my auntie likes you." we were both laughing, as i said, it appears that you're busy, can we have coffee some other time?

she said "i'm lisa, call me 555-5555" as she scribbled the number on her card. she hurriedly left trying to chase down the boy. i looked at the card, wow, this is a very modern and yet simple card.

when i got home hours later, i called her. we talked for awhile, and i asked her out for coffee. she agreed, and we talked for hours until ten in the evening on a weekday. i dropped her off at her apartment as i headed my way home. when i got home, my parents was sitting on the table looking all serious and stuff. i sat down with them and asked them what's going on.

they suddenly smiled, as my dad said, we were thinking how we are gonna take care of the kids and smiled at me. i felt weird, since there are no kids around the house. still in my happy state, i told them i'm going to bed. as i walked towards my bedroom, i heard them chuckle. i wonder why...

i started dating lisa after a few weeks. in about two years of dating, we decided to get married. i thought my parents would hate me for this decision. over a dinner, i announced my marriage to lisa. but instead of the awkward silence i was expecting, my parents was smiling and crying at the same time. my mom said, "we thought you were going to get married when you started dating lisa, that's why we scrambled how to take care of your kids..."

Posted by Ron Valiente