Sunday, November 27, 2011

Nana's legacy.

The best thing that happened this weekend is that my aunt gave me a box filled to the brim with my Nana's jewelry. I was so happy. When my grandmother first died, my aunt becky told me that I could choose whichever jewelry I wanted and that her granddaughter would get the rest. At the time, I was really young and a tomboy. Jewelry wasn't really my thing and I didn't exactly value things at the same level as I do now. When I came to the house on the Friday after Thanksgiving, this box was a lovely surprise. This time, her granddaughter was able to pick what she liked (which was about two pieces) and I got the rest. Several pieces are broken and need to be restored, but that is not a problem for me since I happen to have the necessary tools for repairing and enhancing jewelry.

I also told my younger cousin that when I'm wearing something she really likes, she can have it. Also that I would pass down a lot of the collection to her. I need to keep some for my daughter too. So that's the best thing about this weekend.

Oh! I also have an awesome black friday story but that, my dears, can wait until later.
This post was for Nana.
Nana's legacy... her jewelry is the key to many memories I have of her. Her style was definitely funky but the amazing thing is that a lot of it is in style today. Even if it was not, I would still wear them. I will  wear them so that I'll have a story to tell. I will wear them so that I'll be reminded that I'll see her again some day. I will wear them so that Nana's legacy can live on.

All my love Nana,



A Happy Thanksgiving with a happy ending?

Thanksgiving day with my family.
Well... some of it. My parents and my oldest brother are in Hawaii. My older brother and I went to our relative's house to join their thansgiving dinner party. It was a lot of fun and it felt good to see my extended  family again. People I haven't seen in a long time. I met my new baby cousin, four days old, Lyla Marie. So beautiful and so precious. I finally got the chance to spend time with my not-so-new baby cousin who is soon to be a year old. She took a liking to me so quickly. It was fun.

Though, I did almost cry a couple times while I was eating. Why?
Every time I ate a bite of stuffing I would think "hmmm, it's missing something" because my daddy makes the best stuffing I've ever had and eating stuffing made by my aunt on Thanksgiving day only reminded me  how much I missed him.

Not only that, a few people tried to talk to me about my parents or ask me if I know what they are up to for Thanksgiving. Of course I knew the answers, of course I let them know. I could hardly speak much though. I always gave short, to the point answers.

Once I almost had to leave and go to the restroom. Thankfully I downed a whole glass of water instead, which caused me to hold my breath, which caused my tear ducts to stop.

I wonder if anyone noticed.
I don't think anyone did.
Everyone was so immersed in their own separate conversations.
I just sat amidst it all...eating. Slowly eating.

Then pie came. There were five different kinds of pie and not one of them was custard.
Custard, the pie I always bake every year.
Custard, the pie that was my paternal grandfather's favorite.
Custard, my favorite.

There were five pies because my aunts wanted to buy everyone's favorite.
She forgot my favorite.
So we talked about getting a custard for the party the next day, and someone else wanted lemon custard.


What the heck kind of a pie is that?!

Anyways, there was no custard pie. =(

I really missed my family this weekend.



Saturday, November 19, 2011

Rhetorical Questions. (Part One)

Tell me, what do you do when you have feelings for someone who is out of your league?
Okay, some may say there isn't such a thing as "out of your league" seeing as you can't control who you fall in love with.
Not that this is about falling in love.
You’re not in love,  nor are you falling in love.
Tell me, what do you do when you want someone who is out of your reach?
Not just out of your reach, but so out of reach not only physically but mentally as well.
Maybe not just that. It's as if the two of you run on different time lines.
The older you get, the less the mathematical difference actually matters.
To think that we grew up in the same place and then meet... well almost ten years later.
Just one of us happened to be ten years too far, or maybe the other is just ten years not enough.
What if you could relate with this person on so many levels, but you're still so many levels too short.
You know what this person looks for and you know that you're not it.
Tell me, why do you waste your thinking energy on the thinks that completely involve this person which you think, if only things were different, could have been thinking about you too.
You go through the several scenarios in your mind.
"If we spent more time together."
"If I stayed"
"If I had the guts to text or call this person out of the blue or to ask this person to  just grab a cup of coffee with me, or maybe as simple as to walk to class with me."
"If I had been older."
"If I had been prettier."
"If I had been taller."
"If I had been... a different ethnicity."
"If I had been more aggressive."
You keep on thinking about the ifs, ands, ors, buts along with the should haves, could haves, and would haves.
Then you realize you're being ridiculous because you'd never change a single thing about you just for someone to like you better or more.
The reason that person is your friend-borderline-acquaintance in the first place is because that person took a liking to you.
Now you just wish that you could admit, confess, reveal the way you feel and if everything goes wrong then be able to erase that memory and go back to the way things were because you'd rather be a friend-borderline-acquaintance than a not-anymore.
So you end up not taking the risk.
Tell me, what can you do when you have feelings for someone who is out of your league? 


Stories of Jane: Meant to Be

     Have you ever been in love? 

        I haven't; neither has Jane. It's her story I'll be telling to you. I promise it won't take long. Let me first start by proclaiming that this definitely will not be a story about love. As sure as elephants don't fly. Well, of course with the exception of Dumbo, however he is a fictional character. A figment of Walt Disney's imagination. Jane...her story isn't fiction.
        It was her first semester of college. Her first time living away from home and with two roommates. After school she always caught the metro to the station nearest her apartment and walked home. One night as she walked home she noticed a nice looking young man. At least, the silhouette of one. He was across the street, waiting to cross parallel to her. They looked at each other, and both looked away. As they crossed she saw him look again in her peripheral vision. She kept walking, home was only one house away.
        She heard him call. She stopped then. Looked over and watched as he jaywalked across the street and stopped in front of her. His hazel-green eyes stared down at hers, his dirty-blond hair freshly cut military style. His brawn evident in the way his white, short-sleeved t-shirt fit around his torso.
        "Whoa! You look way younger closer up." A soft scoff escaped her lips and her braces shown through as she replied calmly.
        "Hi. I'm eighteen." Her nervous smile could barely be covered up.
        "Hi. You're eighteen? I'm Austin." He presented his hand to her as if asking for a handshake. She shook his hand firmly, the way her father taught her.
        "I'm Jane. How old are you?"
        They continued to walk.
        "You live around here?" Jane asked him.
        "Well, right now I'm on my way to see a friend. I live around the corner and down the street."
        "What about you?"
        "I live right here." She stopped in front of the gate to her apartment complex. She watched and blushed a little as Austin walked a few steps forward and then back tracked, realizing she had stopped.
        "Well, I came from school." Jane said as she pointed to her messenger bag. "I've gotta get inside and do homework."
        "Okay, well, can I have your number? We should hang out some time." Austin replied.
        Momentarily contemplating what her next words should be she fiddled with the keys in her hands, bit her lip a little bit before giving any kind of indication on her decision.
        "Umm, sure." She finally said. She figured maybe he wouldn't actually call her and that with this expectation of him not calling her, she wouldn't be disappointed considering she had no idea who this boy  was. Though at the same time, here she was giving her phone number to a complete stranger. Nevertheless, she took the risk. They exchanged phone numbers and just before he left he asked her,
        "It's Emily, right?"
        "Uh, no. It's Jane. It's Austin, right?"
        "Yeah, Austin. I'll be sure to put you down as Jane in my phone. Nice to meet you." He finished and in an attempt for a better farewell he leaned in for a hug, though with her messenger bag placed in front of her it turned out to be quite awkward. A slight "Um" escaped her throat as he tried to hug her. When he pulled away they looked at each other again and he turned around and left, continuing his previous journey down the street. Jane turned toward the gate, put in her electric key, opened the gate, and walked through.
         "He's definitely not going to call me." She whispered to herself. 
         Once in her apartment she changed into her sleep clothes and flopped onto bed, too tired to do any homework and not looking forward to work in the morning.


Friday, November 18, 2011

An Adequate Salutation

Good morning and good afternoon!
This could be the start of something wonderful or beautiful or perhaps wretched and ugly.
Nevertheless, it doesn't matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.

In the meantime,
I'll fare thee well and guarantee that the future of this blog will have in store short stories, free writes, poems, songs, quotes, maybe pictures I may want to share.

Have a lovely day.