It all came down to this...

Four years of school. Five months of review. Four Sundays of whole day exams, my brother Nicco wearing his red San.Beda Law jacket emerged from the Engineering gate of DLSU along with his fellow Bedan barristers. Nicco told me that it has been a tradition with the Bedan barristers to come out of DLSU all at the same time wearing their jackets amid the beer splashing and loud cheers.

Mama said that weariness was written all over his face. But I also saw relief. That was what he told me to when I finally spoke with him. What is commendable is that Nicco has maintained a positive attitude throughout. Apryll, a family friend and one of my closest friends saw him and mentioned how relaxed Nicco was compared to how she was when she took it last year. Even through a bout with cough, Nicco still maintained his laid-back attitude which we all envy. He said he has done all that he could. His fate now lies on the hands of the people checking their exams.

Up until the Saturday before the last exam, my parents haven't seen Nicco for the entire month of September. Though they spoke to him regularly, my brother asked that they didn't come to Manila for the first day and just on the last day instead. It did my parents good because knowing them they wouldn't be able to mask the concern and the helplessness that they felt as Nicco goes into the biggest "pressure cooker" of all. In fact, my dad was an emotional wreck the first two Sundays. They even had relatives around on the first day. He knows how big this is for Nicco and like any parent if he could deal with the pressure instead of my brother, he would do it in a heartbeat. My sisters and I just told Papa that he has to keep it together because this is the last thing that Nicco has to be concerned with. I was emotional too but I tried to keep it in check. I have faith in my brother that he will be able to pull through. The less stress and worry the better. This is also why we made sure that he didn't know about our uncle's passing until the 3rd week of his exams. He died just before his first day.

My parents along with my sister and cousin were early and they were pretty anxious while waiting. Mama likened it to waiting for someone who has been incarcerated for a long time. Well, it did almost feel like that since as soon as he was done with school, his life has all been about review with an occasional breaks here and there. So it was such a relief for my parents to finally see him after such a long time. Camille said that it was such an emotional moment. Mama cried. I was expecting Papa would but he didn't but Mama said that he was already about to. I even cry just by looking at these pictures.

I kind of had an idea how a barops look like but I didn't realize how huge it was until my sister would constantly text us for updates as they were waiting near Mc.Donalds. The exam wasn't going to end until 5 PM but they were already in the vicinity by 330 so they could find a good spot to meet him. Papa said as early as noon, roads leading to DLSU were already closed and different schools were already setting up. Mama had chills seeing such a sea of people all anticipating the emergence of some 6, 344 barristers, the highest in history who took the chance of becoming full-fledged lawyers. It seemed like one big block party with bands, cheers, beers and even food.

I only have one brother but in the course of this journey that Nicco took, my sisters and I have gained 3 more. They have become more than my brother's classmates and friends. During trying times and Camille's hospitalizations they have been there not only for Nicco but for Camille as well. So it was such a nice gesture that they all went to meet up with my parents after.

Al, Anton, JP & Nicco - the worst is over. Have fun for the time being. Worry about the results when its near. =)

High octane

I am both tired and refreshed if that even makes any sense. I am tired and sleepy because I had an insane idea to clean my room at 11PM. Refreshed because I have finally got rid of some of the junk that has been accumulating in my room. Its liberating to not see a lot of clutter.

It all started when I was folding my clothes after doing laundry and before I know it I was arranging them according to color and turned my attention to my books and fixed them, threw out some of the useless papers that I just shove into my desk without even looking at it. All these while listening to some good music. Usually when I am cleaning I put in some rock music or dance music but since it was almost midnight and lest I want to be the source of my aunt's grouchiness the next morning, I settled for jazz - Mishka.Adams and world - Cynthia.Alexander. Not really the type of music I would listen to when I am cleaning but I compensated by popping some Sour.Patch.Kids gummies. So I was running on high octane fuel so late at night.

As I was sifting through the tons of papers, mails, cards on my desk, I came across letters that I haven't read in a long time. One was a letter from a very good friend of mine given to me before I left. She spoke of our friendship being able to stand the distance that will be separating us and she was right because it has been 8 years and I can safely say that our friendship has endured if not improved through time and distance. Sure, we may not talk to each other as often as we would want to given our busy lives but the fact remains that we both know that we will have each other's undivided attention when we find ourselves online the same time or when I get the chance to call her up. We can pretty much pick up where we left off. Its like we have never been apart.

Another one that I was surprised to read was a birthday card sent to me by another good friend back in 2001. It was written in her usual sarcastic, funny way but she wrote something that perplexed me. She said that though people say that the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the truth is..

"The best way to a man's heart is to give him your heart."

She then told me to think about it. I don't remember what my reaction was when I first read it. And now? I am still trying to wrap my mind around it. I admit I am a bit lost but maybe I should ask her about this. That is if she still remembers ever writing this to me.

There were two cards/letters there that upon looking at the postmark, its going to be 10 years next year since I got them. First class stamp was just 32 cents then, its now 39 cents. The adhesive on the envelope has dried out. The flap is easy to open. The little note in one of the envelopes is faded but still readable. The card is torn in two. I was almost tempted to read it but I decided against it. I just looked at it. I don't think things will change if I read them anyway. I actually believed every word that was written in those letters but now I wonder if it was even real to begin with or was just a figment of my imagination that I made myself believe it to be true. I don't know if it was coincidence that I was just conversing with the sender of those letters hours before I chanced upon them. The message was actually a surprise since prior to last night, the last time I heard anything was a week ago. Maybe one day I will read the letters again. For now, I placed them along with the other letters in this envelope and found a place for it on my desk.

With the letters safely tucked in, I continued cleaning and prepared my weekend bag. I usually go to my aunt's house on weekends so I pretty much just refills my bag. It really shouldn't be called a weekend bag since I usually bring almost a week's worth of change of clothes but I want to be ready for anything and it amuses my cousins so why change it. At 2 AM, tiredness came over me. Despite that it was late, I actually felt energized but I knew that I still had one more work day left on my week, I had to give in. Looking at my clean, organized room was enough to send me into deep slumber.

Cousins

Phew! what a week!

If I survive this week, I don't think I have any right to complain that I am stressed. I think this week takes the cake, blue ribbon and trophy in one for being the most stressful week any person can ever live. Actually, my stress didn't just start this week, its started some months back when we were preparing for Lola's party and it escalated as the even got nearer. After the party, we still had relatives around so we really haven't been able to take a rest but it was a good kind of stress. However, starting the past weekend, it has been a bad kind of stress with my uncle being rushed to the hospital on Friday and passing away on Saturday. Saturday, we started the 9-day novena along with consoling my aunt and cousins and helping put things in order: food for the 9 days, arrangements for viewing, funeral etc on top of that still trying to wrap our fingers around the reality that he is not coming back. This weekend is also my cousin's wedding. He and my uncle are not blood related so none of those "pamahiins". So basically I have a funeral and a wedding to go to this weekend.

Looking at my schedule alone is already making me stressed.

Friday is the viewing from 10-3 and again at 3-9. Then at 630 we have wedding rehearsals to go to and a dinner following after that.

Saturday at 9AM is the funeral and the wedding is at 3PM. Good thing I am not part of the bridal party so I don't have to be early but I am reading during the mass at the wedding. I still don't have the reading materials with me and I have a small stage fright. So its really important that I have the materials beforehand lest I want to embarrass myself. We were hoping that the funeral wont be the same day but there was no other available schedule. So here we are with a funeral and a wedding all in the same day.

Before that I have to make the ribbons for the chair covers that is going to be used at the wedding on Thursday which happens to be today. I might even have to still iron the ribbons. I ironed some last Monday which prevented me from starting on the ribbons. So I guess we will be pulling an all nighter today making 250 ribbons. On Saturday at 430 we still have to put the chair covers and ribbons before the 530 reception. How are we going to do this?? Help!! Oh I am also one of the "to-go to" people at the wedding to relieve the bride and groom some of the little things.

I don't have a silver bag to wear to the wedding so I may have to squeeze some mall time between all these flurry of activities.

I brought enough change of clothes to last me a week when its only for a weekend. I think we may have to change clothes before going home from the funeral only to change again into our clothes for the wedding. Something about not bringing bad luck to the house when coming from a funeral. Moving in and out of clothes already takes time.

With the heat that we have been having, a shower is needed as well. That's another time to be spent.

Mr. Time where are you???

Life is beautiful.
Life is good.
but it can be hard and sad.
Life is unpredictable
Life is unfair
But we still have to live it
we still have to learn from it
because at the end of the day
it is all that we've got and
we dont know when it will be taken away

We had a lesson in this today when my uncle all of 39 years of him had a brain aneurysm and its been massive and irreversible. We are just waiting for the inevitable which is the sucky part. We know that his life would come to an end but we just dont know when it would be, All that we can do is wait. What saddens me aside from the part that he is so young is that my aunt would be a young widow and my cousins would be orphaned so young. He has 5 kids with ages ranging from 17 to 8. The eldest, Mikey is probably the most responsible 17 year old I know. How he takes care of his mom and his 4 sisters is beyond commendable even when his father was still active. Now with the end looming, a big responsibility will be resting on his small shoulders to carry on the family. It seems that he has been prepared all his life for this day that he would have to carry on the responsibilities. They wont be short in support system because they have us, their family around them. My uncle has been given the next 48 hours to show improvement. Though there is no more brain activity and therefore is now considered clinically dead, we are still holding out hope for some miracle to happen. If not the miracle of life restored, maybe the miracle is not in that but in reconciliation and unity among the family members and I saw that earlier today. Its sad that a tragedy like this had to happen but maybe some people are just bound to sacrifice their own life to save others not only from ourselves but also from each other.