i will never be the same again.

jumping around by princess yves at 7:55 PM | Permalink | Comments

A couple of hours ago I came home from school and as usual, I went straight to my parents’ room to talk to them about my day. My mom was there with Chito, and well, the usual usap. Suddenly she said that she kept on forgetting on telling me something and that I’m the only one left who’s clueless about it.

It’s about my parents’ ex-friends. Ex-friends, because lately it’s starting to become apparent that they don’t share with my parents [and the rest of their friends] the same goals, same principles, and yes. The same way of thinking. It has become that destructive that these ex-friends of theirs actually left the group [and you thought teens and yuppies are the only ones who suffer from TGIS moments huh.] because well, they are two entirely different groups of people who would just end up killing each other had they tried to patch things up.

Anyway. Their group’s summer outing in Batangas last May. These ex-friends didn’t bring their own vehicle. My Dad fetched them from Laguna at around ten in the eve [because he came from the office] and went straight to Batangas, despite everyone’s concern that it’s late already. ANYWAY. When it was time to leave the following day, they somehow managed to ride in my car [because I was riding the Pajero, malamang, and the two drivers were there – prinsesang prinsesa ang dating, hehe] despite some people’s complaints that there were other people who were much more deserving to ride there than them [i.e., napangakuan na, madaling mahilo, may high blood, etc].

A ninang of mine [who is also my Mom’s best friend in the bunch] were riding my car also. According to her, there was a conversation like this inside my car:

Guy ex-friend: Ang galing na ni Yves no, nagdadrive na ng sarili niyang kotse.
Girl ex-friend: Hmmp, malay mo. Nakakapagmaneho na siya. Tapos may boyfriend pa. Kahit saan pwede na siyang pumunta.

Must I still continue with the dialogue?

That convo came from parents of a friend of mine. People whom I actually considered as my second parents. And yet, they, fine, she thinks I’ll get pregnant nang di oras.

My ninang daw kept on insisting that I’m not like other girls; that I know what’s right and what would embarrass my family and myself. My Mom’s take on that is, if that’s gonna happen, that’s gonna happen, but she prays all the time for me to know the right thing to do.

God bless them. Sobra. It was a real “kamusta-ka-naman” moment, but really, it hurt me. I know the issue’s not that; the issue actually is the fact that everybody thought that the gulo’s within their group lang; it’s such a foul thing to think that way about one of the members’ child. But it did hurt, because it came from them.

Mom sees it as a challenge for me. Great, now I’m challenged. Why, do I really look that naive? I know she didn’t tell it for me to assure her, but I still did. I told her that I’m not like that. Yes, that’s a big possibility right now because I have a boyfriend and I’m at the age range when the hormones are well, busy. But I know what’s expected of me, and I know I’d only want to get pregnant when the time is right. Because my parents did a great job raising me; I may seem childish at times but I know I’m a strong, smart, independent woman whose life is just starting.

And yes. I really had to tell her. That because of what she told me my decision of not having a child of my own was bolstered. And that I have several friends [Nes included] who think the same way. Her only answer? “E paano beauty mo?”

I reminded her of Oprah, and the case was closed.

jumping around by princess yves at 7:53 PM | Permalink | Comments