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My grandfather was sent to the hospital a couple of weeks ago and
eventually, he died. I was in my grief period. I can’t think straight.
It has also affected my work. But now, I’m already fine. I got over the
loss of my grandfather. My grandfather was very dear to me. I had many
good memories about him. When we were young (and upto some point last
year), he always tell stories about the time Japan occupied the
Philippines. He wasn’t in the military or something, but he was made to
do some Japanese black propaganda fliers. It’s not that he had a choice
or anything. That’s how he got into the printing business. During
college, at the time that I still don’t know how to drive a car, he
usually drives me to school and to anywhere I want to go. While
driving, whenever we pass on some places, he would reminisce and tell
stories on how it was during his days. The buildings were like this and
that. The roads were this and that. Sigh. I used to imagine it with
him. Being an architecture student, and loves restoration and
architectural history, I can’t help but feeling nostalgic. Whenever we
get caught, my grandfather would usually smooth talk the traffic
enforcer and tell him that he worked for the Mayor of Pasay City. Which
is true, by the way. He was working at the city hall of Pasay City for
sometime, under the office of the Mayor. Sometimes his alibi works, and
sometimes, it doesn’t. hehehe. By the time I graduated, and the time my
grandfather was too old to drive, I used to drive for him. Going to his
friends, to the bank, to the GSIS. I must admit, I kinda hated driving
him because I have somewhere else to go like visit my girlfriend at the
time. But as a consolation, he treats me to some fancy restaurant or
simply at Mc Donalds, for driving him. He sometimes gives me cash.
Well, who could refuse, right? At Mc Donalds, I always remember him
ordering a plain Hamburger without the ketchup, mustard and relishes in
it. Sometimes a mc chicken without the mayo and the lettuce. He would
only eat soft fries. Anyway, I was with him everywhere he goes. Though,
there comes a time in one’s life that all things must end. He was
really getting old. He became too weak to go out. He lost his appetite
to eat and only ate quaker oats. But, mind you, when he was stronger,
he was hospitalized many times and each time he was hospitalized he
always bounces back. He was like having some anting anting within him.
But sooner we learned that his anting anting was his family. That’s
what’s been keeping him alive. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, my
grandfather was sent to the hospital because he had a trouble
breathing. We later learned that he has pneumonia. He was taken to the
ICU. I don’t want to remember that point in time because it hurts
seeing him with all those machines and medicines strapped on him. When
he died in the hospital, I wasn’t at his side. It was a good thing
though. I don’t want to remember seeing him with all those things. I
wanted to remember him rocking away on his rocking chair. Asking me to
change his clothes because he was perspiring alot because of the heat.
Even though, he was weak then, that’s still how I wanted to remember
him.

Anyway, tatay (that’s how we call him. Tatay in english
means father. And we got to call him that because my mother usually
calls him tatay and it kinda stuck), whereever you are, I hope you’re
happy. I hope you get to see nanay and paolo in heaven. Thank you for
being a good grandfather to me… to all of us. Sometimes, alot of
people misunderstood you. But me, I understand you completely. You were
doing what you think was best for us because you love us that much.
I’ll miss you. And I kinda regret not saying this when you were still
alive… I love you.

May you rest in peace and may God bless you always.

Anyongsayo!

This may sound a little bit cheesy, but earlier today, I watched the new Hero/Sandara flick called Can This Be Love.

I really like Sandara. She’s cute in every way. Saranghe!^_^

The movie is about a nursing student (Hero Angeles) who sidelines as a typist of term papers in Recto who met a Korean student (Sandara Park), who studied in english in the Philippines, under some strange circumstances. And eventually falls in love with one another.

The movie has it’s share of kilig moments and funny punchlines. Not being biased, Sandara, eventhough she doesn’t have that much to say (meaning not much dialogue), played a convincing part that she’s trying to understand what Hero was saying. Hero, on the other hand, is a good actor but sometimes, one can notice that he’s overdoing some of his dialogues. Well, he’s still young and still new in the industry. Anyway, the movie revolves around the two who got to know each other through text messaging. Also, the movie shows how Filipinos look at Koreans and vice versa. Filipino students always tease and makes fun of Sandara’s character. Prompting her to write negative things about Filipinos in her term paper. It also showed how Filipinos are so desperate to get abroad to have a better life by studying nursing or marrying foreigners. It’s sad but true. I won’t say that the movie is really good because, there are still some holes in the story. I liked their role in Bcuz of U better. But still, it’s fun watching.

On a mental note… I don’t know if it’s true, but according to the movie, most of the Korean students study english here in the Philippines instead of Korea because it’s way more cheaper studying here. I think in Korea, learning english is a luxury not anyone can afford. Thank God I’m Filipino. ^_^ Kamsameeda!

Teng-te-teng-te-teng-te-teng-te-teng… Testing. Testing. Ok, looks good. hmmm… I have another blog at blogspot called The Jolly Jelly Journal. If you wanna check it out just click on the link. But at the moment, I haven’t placed any new blogs yet at that site but please, do feel free to browse it once in a while.

At the moment, looks like I’ll be making this blog space here at friendster my current blogspace. I haven’t thought of anything that makes any sense to write at the moment but, soon, I’ll think of one.

Bounce!