Son of God


Olo Oho to my brotho lo oho!

Welcome to the Christian world my Jari Jari JARI boy! Ah, yes. He's a christened man now, and he's up for it. Too bad I wasn't able to attend his baptism last March 08, 2008 @ Guadalupe Nuevo Church [DAD! Tama ba?] for I .... well.... just got out from the hospital then and obviously couldn't make it at that time. NOT sweet.

Anyway, thanks to technology, I had a teeny idea of what went through during the whole occasion. When Dad showed and sent me Jari's baptismal photos thru the internet, I was like, "Man, he's gotten big!". The last time I saw him he hardly opens his eyes and his face wasn't as plump as his cutie chubby face now. And geesuz, his eyes are gorgeous. This little guy will break many girls' hearts. HAHA.

The happy and proud parents of little man.

I really wanna see my haffie brothie already! You'll wonder why oh why in the world would he not want a glimpse of a nudgehead? HUH! Anyway, I'll be seeing more of him naman starting June. And in June I'm off to college! Oh boooy.

I love you so much brother dear. See you soon. :)

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How are you?

Ever since I got hospitalized, and finally be able to get home, things have changed a lot. I can't still say though if things have changed for the better or for worse, but all I can say is that, I'm happy but wee percent down. Well, of course, there are lots of things to be happy about like being alive after what happened, being given a second chance to live my life, being remembered by people I thought already forgot me, being missed by people I didn't expect to miss me, being lucky to have almost all the people around me treat me like some disabled superior, and etcetera. But you see, I'm not used to some of these things.

I'm still recovering from the surgery, obviously, and part of this period is going through all the painful process of healing. The operation site still hurts a lot and I still can't move that much. Limited movements. I lie down almost all the time and what better way to kill the impending boredom here at home is to sleep my heart out.

My food consumption is better now than before where two spoons and a sip of water I'm already full. No more liquid or soft diets for I can take full meals now. I eat what I can tolerate but I take them in small amounts. My walking is still terrible. It takes me more than a few minutes to move from one place to another because I take one small careful step at a time, and every step hurts I tell you! I can't stand straight. And worse? I can't sit down that long. It's the same as saying, I can't fold myself. Hh?! So lying down's the best position for me now-- straight, no side to side. It hurts.

I'm lucky that I have my aunt Edith, who serves as my caregiver now, who does things for me. She would bring me my food, give me my medications, help me get up, making alalay to me everytime I wish to walk or sit, help me do my thing inside the bathroom [Peeing is extremely painful man], wakes me up in the morning and waits at night til' I decide to hail everyone goodnight, etc. It's good to have her really. For if someone like her is not around, I will be doomed for life, I swear.

But downside is, I'm so not used to being served like this. I mean, I know I still can't do some things alone but man, I just don't feel that at ease. I'm used to doing things my own and how they treat me at home feels like I'm some disabled girl who got nothing but doom. But I'm very thankful though. As in VERY.

The ordeal may not be finished yet, but hey... I'm getting there. And I can't wait to get my life back. And live the normal, second life, BETTER.