While talking with Rhiz yesterday afternoon after she told me that she already posted our “party” last week, I realized just how much of a pessimist I am and it saddened me even more. I knew I’ve always been bitter and a pessimist but I realized that almost everything that’s coming out of me are just so sad and bitter and it’s really sickening. If I was talking to me, I’d get tired of the constant whining.
I thought maybe it’s time to change. And this time it’s for real.
Close your eyes and jump. Don’t think twice. Don’t regret.
Then, you’ve lived.
Bye Grandma
My grandmother, our beloved matriarch, died last Monday. When we, my siblings, cousins and I, went to visit her, I realized how much I hate them for talking to her as if she’s already dead. I hate the fact that they’re telling us to kiss her as though that will be the last time for us to do so. Maybe I’m on denial, but it’s because I still want her here.
The next day, my mom called from the hospital crying telling me to make sure to do the errands she asked me so she’d have less to think about — and I knew.
For quite sometime after that phone call, I felt like the entire world was mourning with us. It was 3 in the afternoon but the whole place was so quiet. When was the last time it happened?
I am Mae Paulino, a 22 year-old front-end web developer from the Philippines and this is my humble abode where I rant, I swoon and basically be myself. Welcome!
