Kiss Ass Write-up.

January 31, 2008

Tuesday night. 11:00pm. Through text:

Juju: Ja, busy ka? Pwede mo ba akong gawan ng write up for yearbook? (Pero syempre text format ang spelling namin ng lahat ng ito sa totoong buhay.)

Ja: Ha? Ngayon na? As in ngayon na? Di ko alam yun. Ako nga di sumali sa yearbook ng batch namin eh.

Juju: Kaya mo yan, 5-10 sentences lang. Isipin mo lang nagbablog ka. Please?

Ja: Ngayon na? As in? Kelan ang deadline nyan?

Juju: Bukas ng hapon. Hehe. (with U dot dot)

Ja: Ano?! Yung batchmates mo last month pa may write up, ikaw ngayon lang nagpapagawa??

Juju: Nawala sa isp ko, naging busy ako… Sige na, thanks!

Ja: Naging busy daw, naging busy sa pakikipag-date! Pasalamat ka mahal kita.

(Pero sa isip ko lang yun, di ko na nireply, maiiba pa ang usapan eh. Sayang pa sa load yun dahil di ako nag uunlimited. Eto talaga ang nireply ko…)

Ja: Tatry ko ha, pero kung may back up kang tao, kontakin mo na para pag di mo nagustuhan at pumalpak ako, may maipapasa ka pa.

Juju: Wala ng iba, si Meliauh, busy daw. Thank you! I owe you!

Ja: Ge, tatry ko. Try lang.  Alam mo pano ko magsulat ha, di seryoso, wag kang mag expect ng mala-shakespeare. 5-10 sentences lang?

Juju: 250 words nga yan, pero baka mapressure ka kasi. Haha. Super thank you!

Ja: Tangek ka.

 

Alas dos na!  Go Large nanaman eyebags ko nito. Pinost ko na sa multiply. At ito yun.

Dorcas Juliette Ramos 1987-2008 (hahahah!)

Not knowing when and not knowing how, everyone is constantly susceptible to having bad days; everyone but this young lady.  More often than not, Juju carries this effervescent kind of attitude, which stretches out to the fullest length outside her that warms the cockles of her family and friends’ hearts.  She is undeniably compelling.  It is like she emanates charm and felicity, blended in a ray directed toward everyone around her, while she, herself, lacks awareness of it.

Vivaciousness is not only the admired natural aspect in her, Juju is a responsible and dependable individual as well.  May it be maintaining excellent status in academics, doing her benevolent duties in the organization she belongs to, performing accompaniment to her cousins and friends on shopping days and gimmick nights, or just simply playing a mascot role to her niece and nephews, she never drags her heels. She could even keenly pass as the world’s next superhero; or, maybe of a minor sort.

For people who have not known her much yet, Juju’s semblance could make them perceive her as a person who has refined knowledge about the ways of the world.  It is what she is, indeed.  But close under her fine-looking appearance still lies a flimsy little girl who looks up to her loving mother, for courage and for love, to go on every single wage war in her life.

Through text ulit. Lunch time.

Juju: Nabasa ko na Ja. Thanks.

Ja: Pag may poblema feel free to edit or ireklamo mo sakin. You owe me your life.

Juju: Yey! Thank you thank you! I owe you coffee!

Ja: No, you owe me your life.

Tuesday ng hapon.

It is official. I am an ass-kisser.