Cada Decada

 If you recall the events that transpired in every decade of your life, were there times that you chose what you really wanted to do or did you do your best what others expected of you? Hmmm . . . Let’s see. Close your eyes. Let’s walk down memory lane together.

At 10:  I suffered my first major heartbreak. I remember crying behind the curtain of our classroom’s Health Corner while reading the letter of my Puppy Love. He blatantly told me that we could never be together. I was so devastated then.

At 20:  I fell madly in love with my bestest friend, making him officially my first boyfriend.

At 30:  I opened my first Tailoring and Dress Shop in the garage of our small home, defying my dear father’s will.

At 40:  Our unico hijo (my favorite son Gio) celebrated his first birthday. So now I understood why life begins at 40.

At 50:  Instead of having the traditional 50th Birthday Bash, I ran my first 5k race to raise funds for the Down Syndrome Assn of the Phils.

At 60:  Ran my first 80k Ultramarathon which turned out to be 82.2km in total. On behalf of DSAPI, thank you very much for your generous donations to every km. that I ran!

Memories could be bitter or sweet. We may have a few regrets. We’re just humans after all. Oftentimes, we regret not doing the right things we should have done more than the wrong things that we actually did. As for me— I believe that time, however spent, is never wasted. Whether we did something incredible to alleviate world hunger or simply lounge in a hammock enjoying a bottle of ice-cold SanMig Zero and feasting on a platter of chicharon bulaklak, everything that we did and did not do all contributed to the kind of person we are now. They all shaped and moulded who we are at this given moment. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Mistakes are bound to happen sooner or later. Learn from them. You don’t have to endlessly chase all your dreams that you wrote in your bucket list. Sometimes, letting go is better than holding on inorder to move forward. Count your blessings and be sincerely grateful for them. You may be surprised how lucky you are! Life is short. Don’t make it shorter.

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My First Love (Part 9)

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After one whole year of cooling off (seeing him only during Fridays when me and my CRC friends hang out somewhere), my First Love and I got back together in each other’s arms. But not as frequent as before. Our romantic dates were limited to 1-2 times a day, sometimes lesser than that. Even so, I couldn’t be happier.

From then on, the Love of my life never left my side. Through all the happy and sad moments of my life, he always kept me company—ready to multiply my joys and lessen my sorrows.

My First Love was with me when my CRC friends and I guarded the last Camp to surrender during the EDSA Revolution, when we dared put up a restaurant in Ermita, when I secretly enrolled in various Fashion Schools to pursue my childhood passion, when I opened my humble Tailoring and Dress Shop until it grew to a garments manufacturing workshop, when my EX and I diversified to an Auto Repair Shop, when I rented a commercial space in Manuela for my distributorship of CARICA products, when I participated in events of the CFC Handmaids of the Lord and DSAPI (Down Syndrome Assn of the Phils Inc), when I joined Philamlife, Malayan, PAMI now BIMI), when I trained and ran 50k from Aguinaldo Shrine in Kawit, Cavite to Jose Rizal Monument in Calamba, Laguna. Also when I ran 60k from Km 0 in Luneta to Palace in the Sky, Tagaytay and when I ran 80k from UP Diliman to UP Los Baños. The Love of my life kept me sane when we were forced to stay home because of the COVID-19 pandemic. And I am absolutely sure I will be needing his valuable support when I train for 100k Ultramarathon as soon as this pandemic is finally over.

My First Love and I were inseparable more so when the door was slammed before me when I tried entering the convent to be a nun, when I miraculously got married to my Prince Charming, had 2 special children but escaped to Cebu and Bohol to gain my freedom and when I reverted back to my precious Single Status again.

I guess there’s no denying it. I have to admit with all my mind, body, heart and spirit: I CAN LIVE WITHOUT A HUSBAND BUT I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT COKE!

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My First Love (Part 8)

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I was having the time of my life with my First Love at SMC until my dear father intervened. From the moment he saw the press release for the MS Industrial Economics Program of CRC (Center for Research & Communication), he started nagging me non-stop to apply for the Scholarship it was offering. I finally gave in to his relentless prodding and left my dream job to begin a new Chapter in my life.

I took it as God’s sign for me to bid my boyfriend goodbye. I loved him with all my heart but in my mind, he wasn’t the right man for me. I believed that my future life would be happier without him in it so I gave him up.  Thanks to my First Love, I felt I wasn’t alone when I sat in front of Manila Bay from sunrise to sunset, crying my heart out to relieve the pain I was going through.  

I entered CRC with a heavy heart but highly optimistic to forget my painful past.  From being the doted “baby princess” in SMC, I suddenly became the nurturing “Queen mother” in CRC, being the eldest in the batch because most of my classmates were fresh graduates and still newbies in the “real world”. It was an entirely new experience for me and I simply enjoyed my new role in life.  Before the Summer Qualification Program was over, I have victoriously moved on!

But sadly, one can’t just have it all. For the very first time since we had our intimate relationship, I did what I previously thought would never happen in this lifetime. I deliberately tried living my life without the company of my First Love. The rebel in me couldn’t accept the brutal fact that I had to spend money for the Love of my life. I was pampered with having unlimited free moments with him during my three -year stint at San Miguel. I was ridiculously spoiled in SMC and I was terribly missing that (more than I missed  my ex-boyfriend hahahah  .  .  .).

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My First Love (Part 7)

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It was my lifelong dream to be with my First Love for as long as I live.

And that dream became a reality.

After graduating from BS in Statistics, I was immediately employed as Market Analyst at the Soft Drinks Division of SMC (San Miguel Corp) and was assigned in Makati Sales Office. I thought surreal dreams could only come true in Fairy Tales but there I was, working in a company where I could be with my First Love any time of the day, for as long as I want. I was beyond ecstatic!

The Manager’s Office had an allocation of 1 case of Coke 8 oz a day. But my Boss and his secretary could no longer drink Coke because of their diabetes restrictions.  And we seldom had visitors to entertain.  Can you imagine how I consumed 24 bottles of Coke a day?  Easy. I drank 2 bottles of ice-cold Coke every hour while working from 7 AM to 7 PM.

And I wasn’t contented with just drinking Coke inside the office. When I leave my desk, I bring with me a thermos filled with Coke and enjoy drinking it while watching my favorite horror movie in the Cinema or at home.

Looking back, I now realize that I was then consuming 1 truck load of Coke per year. Thank God my blood sugar did not rise to the ceiling!

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My First Love (Part 6)

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Transferring from the bustling street of CM Recto to the laid-back countryside of Quezon City was a tear-jerking experience for me during my first night at Kalayaan Dorm UP Diliman. With nobody to talk to, no  sounds of vehicles passing by, no one to eat with—I was homesick for the very first time since I left Marbel. My only consolation was the presence of my First Love who cried with me all through the night.

Kalayaan Dorm was exclusive for Freshmen. On my 2nd year, I was fortunate to join the de Jesus Family in an apartment along Tomas Morato. Lucky for me, my First Love was a favorite resident in our household!

Summer of 1977, my parents migrated to Las Piñas City and we were reunited as one family. Commuting daily to and from Diliman QC was tough and challenging but I made it through because of the Love of my life. Tatay no longer banned my First Love inside our home but still insisted that I stop my “bad habit”, as he called it. He was aghast when I told him I would never part with the Love of my life until my last breath. 

My First Love accompanied me and my wacky friends through college. He shared my joys and pains until graduation.  Throughout the darkest hours of my University life, he never left my side.  He stood by me through thick and thin, like a true gentleman.

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My First Love (Part 5)

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I thought nothing could make me sad anymore since I could be with my First Love anytime I want but I was wrong.

July 21, 1973:  As soon as I entered Room 6,  I could feel the heaviness in the air.  Based from the gloomy faces of my room mates, I could sense that something tragic just happened.  They advised me to sit down, gently telling me that I should be calm and not be shocked for what they were about to reveal.  I nervously complied but my mind was in a blur, not knowing what the fuss was all about.  When they thought that I was already composed on my seat, they showed me a tabloid and the Headline drained the blood out of me.  I screamed and cried like a lunatic while they tried to hug and pacify me.  I was shouting “hindi totoo yan (that is fake news)!

The following day, I received a social telegram from my dear father which said: “My condolences with the  death of your idol BRUCE LEE.  Please be strong.  I love you anak, Tatay.”

I cried a river.  I still couldn’t believe that my idol left this world at a very young age of 32.  My heart was crushed.  I wanted to fly to Hongkong but I did not have a passport back then.  Thankfully, my First Love was always with me to comfort me in my suffering.

While my heart was in pain, I was happy at the same time.  I was dismayed with Bruce Lee’s passing but was amazed with my father’s display of affection. I was in a trance that Tatay consoled me during my time of mourning.  I did not expect that behind his demeanor of solid rock, a soft spot existed within him that melted my wounded heart.  For the first time in 15 years, I was grateful to God that he was my father.  I love you Tatay!

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My First Love (Part 4)

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To ensure my safety from the ‘civil war' outbreak in Cotabato, my dear parents thought it was best for me to continue my studies in Manila.

The timing was great, as I was then planning to run away from home.  I was desperate to be free from my father’s military-like discipline before it chokes me to death. I also wanted to punish my mother who was always prioritizing her career over her only daughter for as long as I could remember.  I already saved enough money for me to reach Dadiangas and some pocket money for me to survive while looking for work.  I was confident to easily get a job because I was highly trained by my own father with any household and office work.  Back then, hiring minors was a common practice.

God must really loved me because my dream of leaving home would now come true without me worrying about my living expenses.  I won’t be stopping my studies and won’t be working anymore  inorder to survive.  The arrangement was just too good to be true but it was really happening!

I was barely 15 years old when I left Marbel.  Holy Spirit Dormitory along San Sebastian St. became my second home during my 3rd and 4th year stay in UE HS Recto.  I considered myself very lucky that 4 out of my 5 room mates were also from Marbel and nearby towns.  It's as if I never left my birthplace because we were speaking in Ilonggo, our native tongue.

Feeling homesick was something I never experienced.  Thanks to the sisterly bond of the “6 Sexy Chicks of Room 6” and of course, for the the tender loving care of my First Love.  Coke and balut (boiled fertilized duck egg) kept me company every night while doing my assignments.

For the first time in 15 years, I was totally free to be with the Love of my life—anytime I want.  I was in heaven!

  

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My First Love (Part 3)

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As time goes by, my relationship with my First Love became deeper and deeper.

Back in the ‘70's when Cotabato was only divided into South and North, the Moslem rebels in the North were adamant to gain dominion over the Christians in the South.  One ordinary fine day, while my friends and I were sipping our favorite Coke and munching the tasty banana cue (skewed deep-fried unripe banana saba soaked in brown sugar) in Non's Store, we heard the church bells ring and the deafening siren.  It was a warning signal for all citizens to take cover inside their homes because of a possible bloody attack from the North.  Our town Marbel (now Koronadal City) was the capital of South Cotabato.

In a flash, everybody around me vanished from my sight.

I was left alone with my First Love.

Nanay Goring, the owner of the store, frantically told me to go home right away.  She was Genevieve’s mom and was like my 2nd mother, taking care of me and my gang everyday that we were there at her store.  Non’s Store was just across KNCHS (Koronadal National Comprehensive HS).

I could sense that Nanay Goring was already anxious for my safety so I assured her that I would leave after I finish my bottle of Coke . . .

There were no cellphones then.  It was the age of Morse Code and snail mails.  Nobody knew where I was.  I was walking alone on a deserted town, just like a scene in a horror movie.  When I arrived home, people in our household were at the gate worried sick for me.  They couldn't believe that I would sacrifice my life because of a bottle of Coke.

I told them: If the rebels did attack our town and I was gunned down or beheaded, I would have died very happy because I was kissing my First Love during my last moment on earth!

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My First Love (Part 2)

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Our family moved to our very own house when I was in Kindergarten. Since we no longer run a dormitory, I had to give up my soft drinks business. Tatay saw the perfect opportunity to cut my relationship with my First Love. He was blaming my passionate drinking of ice cold Coke as the perennial culprit for my acute tonsillitis. Seriously, I was begging the E.N.T. Surgeon to remove my tonsils when I was 5. But he refused and told me to wait until I turn 8. True enough, Nanay and I flew to Davao City on June 7, 1966 for the removal of my tonsils. Guess what I took 4 hours after the operation?  1/2 gallon of ice cream and my First Love—1 bottle of my favorite 8 oz. Coca-Cola!

The Love of my life was banned in our household but that did not stop me from having 'stolen moments' with my First Love, since my beloved Baez Sari-Sari Store was just around the corner.

Then the unexpected happened. I met Kuya Johnny, the Mechanical Engineer of Coca-Cola Bottling Plant in Dadiangas (now GenSan) over breakfast at the same hotel that we were lodging.  He wanted to settle down and was searching for a wife.  He asked me if I had a sister.  I told him yes, I have an adopted sister who was not only very beautiful but hardworking as well.  In one of Nanay’s trips to Dadiangas, I suggested that Ate Mely accompany her.  When Kuya Johnny first saw Ate Mely, he immediately fell in love with her.  He was working in Dadiangas but went out of his way to visit Marbel to formally ask permission from my parents if he could court Ate Mely.  I took that as an opportunity for me and my First Love.  I demanded that his passport to gain entry in our guarded house was 1 case of family size Coke hahahah  .  .  .  That was H-E-A-V-E-N for me!

As in any love story, our love was put to the test when Tatay forced me to dump my First Love.  He instructed me to return Kuya Johnny's gift of 1 case Family size Coke, claiming that it was a form of bribe and I shouldn't accept it.  He even accused me of selling Ate Mely in exchange of Coke!

I feared my father's wrath but my love was stronger. Tatay threatened to punish me for my disobedience but I did not yield.  I fought for my First Love until the very end.  I was willing to face death if I had to.

I did everything within my power to convince Tatay and Nanay that indeed, Kuya Johnny was the best man for my Ate Mely (Of course I did not only think of our future supply of unlimited Coke heheh. . . Kuya Johnny was the epitome of an ideal husband.)  When Kuya Johnny and Ate Mely finally tied the knot, I felt in my heart and bones that my relationship with my First Love was now sealed forever.  At last, I have found my ally!  I'm sure Kuya Johnny would always defend me and the Love of my life.  Obstacles will never cease to exist but I am now confident that I will remain true and loyal to my First Love.

Today is Kuya Johnny’s 78th birthday.  Happy happy bday Kuya Johnny!  Thank you for all the love and care you have showered to all of us through all these years.  May God bless you with a healthier body, mind, heart and spirit.  We all love you!

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My First Love (Part 1)

Would you believe I fell in love before I could even spell the word "L-O-V-E"?

Our immortal love story began when my parents rented one door in the Dizon apartments near Notre Dame of Marbel, South Cotabato and they decided to convert the second floor to a ladies’ dormitory.

My nannie and me saw the prospect of earning big bucks through selling soft drinks to our boarders.

That's how I met the "Love of my life".

My First Love owned the sexiest body on the planet, the object of attraction for anyone craving to quench their thirst.

Yes, my First Love was the curvy  8 oz. Coca-Cola bottle!

The very first time we kissed, I knew that our relationship would last forever.

Yes folks.  Merong FOREVER!

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