ambrosia's chocnuts: 6.2 Mitral Valve Prolapse and Facebook

Thursday, December 1, 2011

6.2 Mitral Valve Prolapse and Facebook

John lloyd planked down on his bed.

He had been with several women, but Sarah proved to be the toughest and the craziest. Women! So hard to figure out.

Each time he declared his feelings, she would talk about the weirdest things. It was icedrop then. Now, it’s tortoise! How the heck could he understand what she was trying to say when all she did was talk in riddles?

Crazy woman.

Stubborn.

Tortoise.

Crazy.

He fumed a few more. He pushed from his bed and opened his laptop.

When arguing didn’t work with Sarah, he found another way to voice out his point. Facebook.

He had no interest in facebook, but he discovered that Sarah now frequented it and would often post how her day went by and how she felt. So, he asked her to make him an account. She was the only friend he had in his facebook. He didn’t see any point of adding others.

He started typing. One finger, one key at a time.

Facebook status:

Miggy Montenegro

I invited someone for dinner, but got refused. I just wanted a good dinner, what’s wrong with that? :/

Like - - 5 minutes ago

Refreshed.

Princess Asher

I explained my side to someone, was told I was crazy.

Like- - 4 mintes ago via Mobile

Look at this woman. John Lloyd complained to himself.

Miggy Montenegro

When someone declare themselves to be a character in Batibot, when you’re actually asking how they feel towards you, would that be reasonable? Brain problem, bebeko? Tsk. Tsk.

Like - - 7 minutes ago

Refreshed.

Ticktock.

Refreshed.

Ticktock.

Refreshed.

Princess Asher

It’s Mitral Valve Prolapse. Heart.

Like- - 2 minutes ago via Mobile

John Lloyd left his laptop on his bed and ran straight to Sarah’s place.

She opened the door for him.

He hugged her. She didn’t struggle to get out of it. He hugged her more tightly.

“Let’s not fight today, please.” He said to her ears.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She said in a small voice.

They stayed that way. Just hugging.

“You really didn’t get my point.”

“Hmmm?”

“About me being a tortoise.”

“Should I?” John lloyd looked at her inquiringly.

“If you ask me again the same question, that would still be my answer. That I’m a tortoise.”

“I feel like I missed a class where they discussed the Batibot era.” John Lloyd tried to make light of the situation. All the while he was thinking he was missing something really important here. In a way he understood Sarah, and the way she dealt with things.

Tortoise.

“Let’s not talk about tortoise tonight. I’m hungry.” He felt his stomach grumbled and made a sound.

“I know.” Sarah laughed.

“Let’s eat.”

“Let’s have pizza.”

“Pizza, it is!” John lloyd readily agreed and dialed the number of the Pizza delivery.

***

Princess Asher

Ok, just when my heart was craving for pizza, the pizza delivery boy came. J

Like- - 3 minutes ago

Refreshed.

Miggy Montenegro

Just when I was needing a good fight, a door opened cuz somebody needed a hug and pizza. Goodnight bebeko. J

Like - - 2 minutes ago

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I figured, before the really big fight, there must be a kiss & make-up first. lol

And btw, my youngest sister has Mitral Valve Prolapse and she's better now. :)

4 comments:

AnonymousDecember 2, 2011 at 10:30 AM
I can't wipe this grin off my face. Hahaha! Sooo them. I find it cute how tatang deals with the many quirks of Sarah. Away-bati! At talagang may kirot. Thank you for this Lowla! I'll find time to read all the stories you wrote as well as the other baldiks too! Glad to know that your sister's getting better! <3 you! -Nikki
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AnonymousDecember 3, 2011 at 7:04 AM
i love the fb batuhan ng status or shoutouts kulit lang... thanks lowla b ❤

abang mode sa next part ;)- momicLy
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AnonymousDecember 4, 2011 at 12:25 AM
we can't get enough lowla!!!!!....

and i love how you capture those cute moments..

soooo....part 3 pretty please???---nicole
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AnonymousDecember 16, 2011 at 6:56 PM
wala pa next part lowla??? #soridemandinglang :( - momicLy
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Who is Brosia?

I am Brosia. Not my real name but it's the name of my alter-ego. My other self. I've been a Brosia for awhile now. It's like a second skin to me already. I feel comfortable with it. It's like a mask, hand-made for me. Don't get me wrong. I like my real name. It's just that Brosia gives me the freedom that I need from the prying eyes of the world. It gives me anonymity. It gives me security. It keeps me sane. As Brosia, I can be whoever I want to be. I can also be as painfully honest as possible.

I always say that i'm a perfect example of "extreme paradox". So, if i were to try to describe myself, there'd be no simple way to do it. I'm a complicated individual. the only thing not complicated about me is my life. Everything else is. Including my thoughts on certain things. Especially my thoughts on certain things. i also like arguing with myself. So if now, i post these descriptions of myself, i might not agree about them anymore two weeks from now. i will have to change them. I'm a work in progress. I'm faithful to that idea. I keep that true and alive.

I have a fondness for chocolate ice cream. It has to be chocolate flavored. To me, an ice cream has to be chocolate. Cakes too. They have to be chocolate. Pancit canton should be hot and spicy. Coke should be ice-cold. Ulam must be sour and not sweet. Dessert has to be sweet. Rice should be white. Water must come from the refrigerator--whether it's already cold or not yet. Alarm clock should snooze twice only. Umbrellas are to be used only when it rains—never in summer. These are the things that are constant to me. Everything else can change.

But these are also true about me:

With a bad case of amnesia and alzheimer's disease,doesn't have any memorized song,drinks,no to hard,love language is time,feels weird about people who are generous with their praises (excluding people in my groups),loves to blog about sarahG & JLC,couch potato, book-addict (book-worm doesn't describe me),will watch any fave show or movie until i have memorized all the lines already,saw (still watching) my fave movies more than 30x,grey's anatomy, 'seriously!', enjoys smart lines, doesn't bother much with gadgets even cellphones ,can never be a techie,can 'not' comb hair in one week, sucker for romance-whatever or korean, cannot leave the house without a ball pen and a notebook, John as fave gospel, Paul as fave apostle,doesn't reply to text messages if there's no question, doesn't sleep, would rather stay up reading or watching-(people say it's weird but i feel normal),counts the stars in every opportunity,loves to stay home when it's raining,(rain brings a feeling of Saturday afternoon so when it rains, whatever time that is, for me it's Saturdayafternoon),impatient,conservative, loud,personality is extreme-contrasts, twisted, not sweet nor thoughtful, funny without trying or planning to, knows corny jokes only, can be soooo unreasonable in the morning, peak hour is 12midnight, fresh and creative ideas are usually realized in our comfort room, strict with students, crazy when with them,can eat Jollibee B1 everyday, will die if chicken becomes extinct, but won't die because of too much in take of pancit canton—it will last me a lifetime and another, forgets diet because of pizza.

I have a faithful God...

When He calls you, say YES first, then ask questions later...works better that way, life becomes easier... :-)

loved written words. I say that in past tense.

It's been awhile since i last wrote even in my journal. To be honest, i cannot remember anymore if it was last year or the year before that. i don't know what happened. i just woke up one late morning having no desire nor the inspiration to put my thoughts to written words. i just lost my connection to words. i lost all emotions also. nada. i just didn't care.

Until i met a new hero. she writes about Sarah and John Lloyd. her stories about them remind me of my lost love--for writing, of course. so, in her honor, and for my friends who have always encouraged me to write, and for the baldiks, i will try. i'm going to try. Again.

I only know jumbled thoughts. i can't claim to be a good writer. i just write my thoughts down. so, if you find yourself lost in the midst of my woven words and stories here, i say, you have been warned.