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As my vacation days come to a close (which means me going back to the Philippines tomorrow because our classes start at June 4), I’m having mixed feelings. I’m excited, yet I’m sad. Call me crazy for being that, but that’s what I feel right now.
It’s 2:00 AM right now, and I’m supposed to be sleeping, because my flight’s gonna be in like, 20 hours or less. But I just couldn’t sleep, and I don’t know why. Maybe because of the fact that when I wake up later in the morning, I have to go back to reality - my life in the Philippines - academics - my freshman year in Nursing at UST. Nah, kidding. I have to ride a plane going back first.
But seriously, I just want time to stop right now, and let me cherish all the moments I shared with my relatives within these 2 months of stay here in CA. All the laughter, tears, happiness, stories, and everything else that happened. I just want to watch it play all over again for the last time before I get my head straight up to studying again.
I know I sound really dramatic again, and I know some of you think that I should be like “OMG I’m so ecstatic; I can’t wait to get back to the Philippines! It’s more fun there like duh!” but no, not really.
I enjoyed my stay here so much, probably that’s the main reason. I loved living with my auntie (my father’s sister) for such a long time, and getting invited to go almost anywhere they do go - the main reason I wasn’t at home for a week, and those times when I just jump in their car and they bring me to places I’ve never been.
I’ll surely miss all of them (her family), but she’s the one I’ll miss the most. I never expected her to be like that; I thought she’s a little stern, easily angried, and hard to please. But when I got to live with her (she really likes getting me from my father’s house) I learned so much from her. I had mistakes, she did not care to scold me. She’d just tell me what to do next time, and let me prove that I can do it right the next time.
I’ll also miss my older brother. So damn much. He’s the only one besides my auntie who I can talk to and tell everything - every single thing - with no judgement & prejudice. We talked a lot of times, but the most important thing that I’ll remember about him is when he told me “Huwag ka matatakot magkamali. Sa ganyan ka matututo eh. Pano ka matututo kung takot ka magkamali? Bago mo isiping magkakamali ka, gawin mo muna. Kung mali, edi mali. May next time pa.”
Well of course, I’d miss my father and my step mother. Even though they didn’t have all the time in the world to listen to my stories, I wouldn’t ask for an exchange if ever I had the chance to. I hope she’s really making her promise true to my mother when she told her (in the grave) that she’ll take care of me.
Nothing beats a mother’s care. No argument with that. But it doesn’t hurt to try, right? And that’s what she did. Even though she’s a lot different from my mother, she’s a mother. Somehow, she tried.
I’ll miss those new people I met too, and a lot more to miss. But that’s just what’s the hardest with moving forward, right? Looking back.
I know I’ll be back here in maybe 2-3 years. For now, I just have to do my best in my acads, be a good son, and make them more proud than they are now.
Good bye, West Coast. Hello, Philippines.
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
DAMN FREAKIN’ STRAIGHT.
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I still love you so much, that it hurts to think that we’d never be together again in the same school, and we’ll never have to get our dreams come true - together.
I’m not afraid you can’t do it there without me, I’m afraid I can’t do it without you.
I get so scared that even just the thought of not getting to see you for a day sucks. Yes, weekends are an exception. But this time, the “I’m not going to see you” feeling is gonna last for an I-don’t-know-how-long time or maybe until we schedule to meet again or something is depressing the guts out of me.
To think that I would have to get used to not hearing your voice saying “Hi K*****d!” (with that single-dimpled smile that partly relieves my everyday school stress).
Again, they’d tell me there could be some other girl as good enough as you, especially at the university I’m going to. But they’d never understand until they feel this same feeling I have for you for 3 months already.
I’ve decided never to tell you this, because I know you. I know how you react to these things. And I never want to see you having a hard time on thinking about how to make me not feel rejected and rejecting me at the same time.
It only hurts when you start pretending it doesn’t. And now, it’s starting to hurt so bad.
