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) I am Mean!
Silent Hollo (limited) I am Mean! | I am Mean! |
| Wednesday, 02 January 2008 | |
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MV: Mae, you set the place and time said NS. She said you're the one good in organizing a get-together. Me: (I'm over that stuff, you know!) Wherever you want. Whenever. Just text me na lang, I'll be there. MV: Kaw na lang daw. Me: (Grrrrr. Fine). Makati. Italianis. Gloritetta 4.... Greenbelt na lang for more option. MV: Glorietta na lang. Glorietta lang ang alam ko eh. Me: (*Argh* Glorietta? Greenbelt? How far is that?) Just text me where & when na lang. See you. I just hate it when people would limit themselves to something that doesn't even require too much effort to have. I hate it when people keep on asking me how to do stuff when the procedure is obviously easy as building a house in Lego or plugging the female to the male outlet. I am not perfect, I could be dumb some times. But I am never afraid to travel alone, try, receive an error message, burn some fuse or lights, then try again. As long as there is a bus or a cab or as long as there is no fire, my worry is short-lived. My patience ran out when my youngest brother kept on asking me how to plug the USB cable of my camera to his laptop. My mouth was unstoppable: "Blah-blah... don't you want to learn on your own sometimes?" But when I finally stopped, I wanted to cry. I meant every word of what I've said but then I realized that sometimes some people weren't given the opportunity to learn (on their own) how to swim. I could deride this kind of people but not my brother. All he wanted to do was plug the camera so he can download the pictures he's taken. Pictures of him and his son, so he can share it to his wife and his eldest child, who are base in the U.S.. I was wrong to just snap at him like that. Of all people, I should know how to look beyond the situation rather than focus on his weakness. I have had some long-distance relationship before and I know how hard it is. I have lived most of my life away from the people I cared about. I should understand. On New Year's eve, when I was having my media-noche alone (as my mom fell asleep with my nephew and my brother was busy on the phone), I watched my brother, all-curled-up on the futon. How hard yet how sweet it is to have your special someone call (even with the time difference) exactly on your New Year's Eve! Then I told myself, I'd give the family my web cam and my first (my ONLY) digital camera. I know it's old, I know it's the only digital camera I have now, but I don't need it as much as my brother needs it at this time of his life. His wife and oldest kid, are in the U.S. while he and his youngest, are here in the Philippines. The only way they could bridge the distance is through the internet or through the phone. The only way they could watch each child grow is through the pictures they will both share to one another (and hopefully, to us, who are rooting for them). A lot of people know how much I love taking photos. It's my passion. My frustration. But the heck! I will sacrifice my passion (and frustration) in photography for such thing! I'm heartbroken without my camera, but I know I will survive knowing the smile and the fun it could bring to the family.
I cannot make them live "together" but I wish, with that small stuff, it could make them happy (if not happier)... at least until they're really together.
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