Missed this. Missed that.

April 16, 2007 22:57

I missed my first ever Pinoy Big Brother episode since Robert entered the house. For something that I’ve watched real religiously (exceptions when PBB clashes with PBA games and I have to channel-switch every so often) for the past month, I feel a bit hollow—more like what I do feel when I miss games of Coke or Ginebra or Phoenix Suns or just basketball games in general.

I also got real DAMN pissed off when I found out that our house help threw away ALL the letters in my stash-away cabinet. Those are the letters from way back in high school, and also some stuff that Jam—my used-to-be best friend who now goes to the Philippine Military Academy a.k.a. PMA—gave to me (i.e. empty wrappers of Jollibee Yumburger and regular fries, empty Jollibee plastic cup, empty Oreo wrappers that he used to give me every single day) and those letters from the fourth year high school retreat. She threw away the sash I got for being the Ms. Liberty in my prom back in third year—and even threw away the bouquet and corsage that I painstakingly preserved.

She threw away just about everything, only leaving behind the notebook that where I placed some of the stuff in, and also a boxful of school paper pictures that I am not even part of it.

And just… you know, I don’t have ANY sane and real picture of me from high school. I can’t find my prom pictures. My mom didn’t get my grad pics. I wasn’t really a fan of cameras and photo ops—I was usually the one taking the picture—back then because I only got my braces back in my junior year in high school and I’ve got three sungki back then. Hard to smile. Missed them lot. Now the only bit of memory that I keep to just prove I existed in high school all gone to the damn dumpsite near God-only-knows-where.

Sentimental value.

I keep PBA and UAAP tickets just because (not that I watch a lot of live games). I keep candy wrappers from people special to me or I care for. I tend to keep articles on and about basketball (each league) and baseball each chance I get (see under my bed) and maybe even anything about sports. I keep stuff what people might just throw away.

And those letters—aside from being a proof of my existence—are things that I kept for the past four to six years of my life because they meant something. And not seeing them right before they were thrown away by a person who doesn’t even know the value of those “papers” or “kalat” hurts a lot.

And the frigging HOT weather is not helping!

Crap.