I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by 
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Silent Hollo (limited) For The Lucky (Little) Ones
Silent Hollo (limited) For The Lucky (Little) Ones | For The Lucky (Little) Ones |
| Tuesday, 16 September 2008 | |
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I have met your parents some time in 2004 through Baddicts (an organization for badminton addicts). We share lots of common interest-- food, food, and more food. Kidding but yes we love to eat. We love to laugh and we all have passion for badminton (and pigging-out on food after playing). Told you, we love to eat. Seriously, my life was in transition during that year. I have broken up with my boyfriend of more than seven years hence I have withdrawn myself from my usual world. But your parents, they have been sensitive enough to know how to act and what to do with my case. When some people just let me slip away, they held me closer, silently watching my every step, ready to pull me up when I fall and ready to help me pick up the pieces when I crumble. Maybe you don't know yet how it feels to have your heart broken by that one person whom you thought would be the last one to hurt you and I hope you won't undergo through that and feel the excruciating pain within.I have had my share of ups and downs. I was able to cope up with life and feel better with the help of prayers and the company of good, sensible and fun people like your parents. I had bodyguards, drivers, and mentors in them. But the best role that they played in my life is, they have become my family. I grew up away from my own family. I was twelve when my mom sent me to Manila to study. Anyway, that's another story. I and your parents, have gone through a lot. Our friendship was strengthened by some outside (dark) forces-- you will encounter lots of them in your journey through life but believe me, you will never fall apart when you have strong faith in prayers and good people around you. No one among us is perfect. We have weaknesses. We have flaws. May suplado, masungit, maldita, isnabero, mataray. May dedma, mayabang, pikon, war-freak. May makulit at meron ding taklesa. We have differences but we respect each other. I know we love one another. We value one another. Most of us (if not all of us) have witnessed each one grow. We mourn when one is mourning, hurt when one is hurting. We rejoice when one is rejoicing. We've seen some fighting and making-up. We never take anything against any of us nor we blame anyone who may have caused some chaos. Instead, we give our full-support in correcting someone else's mistake believing there is really good in every person. I was never totally shaken nor crumbled because of them. There were days that I feel alone (literally, I am anyway!-- at least during this writing) but keeping them close, and them, welcoming me every time I run to any of them, has made a huge difference. I love to laugh and they make me laugh. I am happy when I am with any of them. The reason why I am telling you this is because I'd like you to know how good my life have become when I was around these people-- your parents. I may have said it once but I am saying it again-- these people have inspired me to be a good (if not better) person. I am blessed to have known them. But I am leaving. Maybe for a short time. Maybe not. Maybe I will see them again. Maybe not. We'll never know. I am grabbing this chance to tell you this because I may not have any chance to do it in the future. Plus, I would like to remember and remind myself over and over again how good life was when I was with them-- near them, I mean. It will never be the same. Our lives will definitely change. We will definitely get used to not having each one around and that getting used to it is what scares me right now for I know I will never find anyone like your parents. I trust that you will grow smart, nice, and loving person like them. Love them more for me. Hug them more for me. Smile. Laugh with them more for me. Spend more time with them for me. And someday, when we are all old and hopefully not grumpy, share with me your stories. The stories that I may have missed. And when we are all forgetful, remind us, that once in our lives we had one another in good times and in bad. Yours, Tita Mae |
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