Monday, April 12, 2010

Grow Old With You

I happened to ride with an elderly couple on my way home last Friday. They were seated in front of me. At first I didn't thought of them as hubby and wifey until almost half of the passengers alighted. I was to take pictures of them, but this strange-looking girl beside them stared at me like she won't be staring at someone for 10 days. I know it's weird to take pictures of strangers but these two are special strangers They remind me of the other elderly couple that I got to share jeepney rides with when I was at the 5AM shift. Anyhoo, I love how Lolo and Lola talks. They're like teenagers. Lolo whispered to Lola something that made her laugh. The kind of laughter you'll hear from someone who is in love. I thought of my future. Would I be able to meet someone like Lolo? Will we be together until our hair turn gray? Will we be sharing jeepney rides, silly jokes and will we have our OUR moment alone? Will someone be watching us, like what I do, when we travel? Will someone be inspired with the way we are when we're in public? This song sums up what I saw in them during that ride. I wish that what I have seen is the way they really are when they're together, out of public eyes.

Post Holy Week 2010

It has been a slow week for all of us Catholics since we observe the Holy Week to the dot. We literally grew up practicing almost every practice there is during Holy Week and it made me sad that I won't be able to do some since I am here down south and most of my Holy Week activities are done in Manila and/or in Bulacan. Nevertheless, I get to do Visita Iglesia with my twin cousins. I was sick that day but since it's the only 'daytime' that we're all at home during that week, I have to drag my sorry, sick ass and be with them for the said activity.  

Below is the supposed draft for this post but since it took me time to finish this, it would be non-sense if I post this blog with its Holy Week content if Holy Week was through 2 weeks ago. This is what happens when you get tongue-tied (or type-tied?). I didn't even get to finish the blog. :(