In memory of my lola
I used to remember how it felt like to be in gradeschool. My grandma would usually drop me off to school and would fetch me afterwards. I would stare at her while she goes off from behind the closed doors of our classrooms and from then I realize she means the whole world to me……From then, my memory would take me back to those early weekday mornings when she would cook me breakfast or most of the time she would walk few blocks from our house to buy me some ready made home cooked meals from our local carenderia that i could take to school. I can still smell the aroma of a local hotdog coupled with some corned beef or a spaghetti without meatballs. As early as she can, she would usually go backdoor to fetch me some waters using a couple of small buckets until she fills up a medium size drum that is located inside our small bathroom. She does all that…..from cooking to cleaning the house, to washing my clothes and preparing my school uniform starting from day one that i was delivered to her doorstop till the time i left the same old house to venture my luck to another foreign land….
Yes i am a spoiled brat….i get everything that i want…I learned to be rebellious just like any other teenage girls who would try to do anything just for the sake of experience. I lived my life the way i wanted to..I crashed and burned and got up and learned from it…..Many things i kept to myself without her knowing. She nagged and nagged and the more she does it the more i kept my ways. I did it all and did not regret it until one Wednesday afternoon when i got up from a phone call coming from my tita….My grandma is gone…..Yes, i did cry startin from the day i heard the news until this day when im all alone. 
I cried and will continue to cry but unlike day one when my tears are all of pain, more and more it grew to be a tears of joy. Joys from the memories of the past and for my unending love for her, joys for the thought that she is now in the hands of our Lord almighty and lastly joys for knowing that one day i’ll see her again…maybe not now but soon enough…
Trust me im no relationship guru yet sharing this article would make a lot of sense to tons of women out there on how men think and act.:) I realized something important this week and it’s that men who pay attention and think about the feelings they have, why they have them, what they mean and how to talk about them are RARE. And it’s even more unique and special for a man to pay attention to his feelings in relationships with women and to be able to talk openly about them. Why can’t men talk about their feelings? It’s like they’re helpless morons when it comes to knowing and sharing how they feel with you. And why do men react so weird when you want to talk about things like issues, emotions, relationships, commitment, marriage? The answer is pretty fascinating but has more than one simple dimension to it. "If you know someone can’t communicate a certain way, it’s up to you to find a better way. Then once you can reach them you can help them improve. As the saying goes, “Fool me once, shame on you.Fool me twice and shame on me.” Lots of women do - all their lives over and over in relationships until they’ve become convinced that men are idiots and you can’t ever make things work. Anywayz, i’ve learned some few steps on how to push his "secret button" that makes a guy positive, comfortable and opens up.