Perfectly Unperfect: Farewell, Lolo

NOTE: I did mention that I am forgetful, right? So as a result of my forgetfulness - the post which was meant to go before the macabre one and the RSPC thingy will be posted just now. Awful. This should go first since it happened sometime in the 2nd week of December.

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It was around 8 pm last December 8, 2010. I decided to get some prepaid load for my Smart phone and to give some to my cousin and tita as well. Little did I know that the first time I'd text them after several days of ignoring their messages would be a bad news. A bad news that made us feel that the planet had stopped its rotation. A bad news that pulled us all together for first time since then.

   At first, I thought my tita was just joking. But she wasn't. My Lolo had died, just minutes before she texted me. I felt my head was going to burst. I had sooo much for that week. Examinations were scheduled on the 3rd week. And a school competition will be held on the 4th week. Requirementsfor my different subjects were already piling up. I had to choose. Since I thought that the 'past' would incapacitate us the privilege of going to my Lolo's wake, I just shrugged it off. Or at least I pretended.

   Ironically, I kept it myself the next day. I even went to school. But not the usual bubbly me. I was like, 'My grandpa had died. My grandpa had died. Oh gosh!' As much as I wanted to keep it, I suddenly blurted it out when we were at the Divisions Office to have our Medical Check-Up. And also, to Ms. Jusmine.

   Then, Dad told us that when he got back from Quezon City. We would be going to Quezon Province to attend the wake. I had to absent myself the next day in school to be able to finish all the requirements due the next Monday. Luckily, I did.

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December 11 - We left Cabanatuan City around 2 am. Yeah, we have to be early 'cuz travel time consumes like almost half - day. And as expected. We arrived at Brgy. Old Patabog, Mulanay, Quezon. The exact spot I mean at around 5 pm. See? Almost 15 hours of sitting in a vehicle! My pelvic region is ssooooo complaining.

* with my Kuya Eljohn at the Mulanay Pier. One of the first shots my camera had took for this trip. *

* my Kuya Eljohn had pulled off his best efforts to take this macro shot of the boat's katig only 'cuz we ARE riding the boat. *

* silhouette shot by my photography-bug-bitten Kuya Eljohn *

* Kuya Larry, a family friend together with my Aunt Jean at the rear end of the boat. *

* sunset. *

* me with my cousins. :) *

* another one - this time the BOYS have arrived! *

* a stolen shot taken while we are convincing my Dad that we, the First Six, SHOULD have a session. [READ: drink to our heart's content and 'til we drop.]

Dad eventually agreed to our sesh plan BUT when we checked him out in his sleeping place. WTF!?! He was fast asleep. :(

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December 12 - Me and my two most favorite cousin accompanied my mom and Uncle Vic and those who'd be building the last resting place of my Grandpa. Err. As usual, I wear shorts and I really do not know why in the hell they all have to stare ( for the guys! ) and to glare ( for the ladies! ) I sooo do not understand. o_O Since Dad was able to get away our request with his I-am-asleep drama. We convinced him that today would be the totally BEST day for the sesh. Hopefully, alas! It happened. :)) *prancing in the air* And FYI, though we were like drop-dead drunk that night - Ate Chella and I didn't sleep! :))

** wiith my Soul Cousins. while riding the boat. :)) **

* taken by my mom. *

* at the uphill Old Cemetery with my cousins. *

* I did mention that I got drunk right? *

* I have to wash my face to take away the wozzy feeling in my head. :) *

* This was one of the more decent pictures we are able to take. :) *

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December 13 - still hyped up due to the cups of coffee I've drunk. Not to mention the spirit of the sesh. It was the day me and my brother were supposed to be going home. And I was thinking of not doing so. 'Cuz I want to stay until the internment. But I did packed my bags and went with them up to pier. Then, I was like. 'Dad, Kuya could go ahome on their own right?' and Dad was like,'What are you thinking?' To cut it short, I did not go home. Instead I accompanied Dad, together with Nelle to SM Lucena for a meeting and at the same time shopped for the last night of the wake.

* with my Grandmother and Ate Chella. *

PS: We were able to get to the pier at around 5pm. The boat ride takes like 1.5 hours up to 2 hours. So it means that we'd be like blind in the middle of the sea since night time spreads soooo fvcking fast in that place. Err. We even saw a ghost boat. Freaakkky much.

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December 14 - The Funeral.