Yeah...its my first time to do a blog, pero matagal ko ng gustong gawin...just to share with you guys what I'm up to, my principles (naks!), my opinions and to share my stories even the weird ones. hahahaha! Yeah I admit I'm weird at times..some people are shocked how weird I can be. Pero hindi naman nakakatakot...its just that I have a big / huge /enormous /colossal /tremendous /elepahantine? (what the...)/ massive / king size IMAGINATION.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyway...kaninang umaga medyo nalungkot ako kasi first time kong bumili ng bulaklak na nasa paso..yung kailangan mong diligan every other day. Every Sunday kasi pumupunta kami ng cemetery to visit my dad..and every punta namin we are buying flowers for him. Naisip ko na bakit hindi na lang ako mag alaga ng bulaklak tapos yun na lang ibibigay ko kay papa.
Well then I realized na fake yung nabili ko..tinusok lang siya sa lupa at hindi enough yung ugat para mabuhay..hindi pa umabot ng sunday...damn..pati ba naman sa mga halaman may fake pa rin? fake people, fake bags, fake cellphones plus fake plants!
Pagkakita ko sa flowers feeling ko kinain sila ng zombie at hindi ako nakakuha ng enough sun to fight them..(plants vs zombies) hehehe!
First time ko malungkot para sa isang halaman na may mga patay na bulaklak...you know why? because its for my dad sana...and kahit pagdating sa mga bulaklak lang na offering namin sa kanya..i still want the best for him.
Until now I still cry at night missing my dad...Im longing for him. Iniisip ko na lang na atleast now hindi na niya nararamdaman yung pain. Excited ako everytime na pumupunta kami sa kanya every Sunday, nararamdaman ko kasi yung presence niya dun. I miss you papa...hindi ko pa rin maintindihan bakit mo kami iniwan agad pero im trying to cope with it. Mama and Gian loves you.
anong bulaklak ba yun?
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