Days of "Strawberry Jam" without "J"
Dear Jam,If you look at the background ever so closely, you will find that it is a tombstone heading. It's late in the evening and we have managed to lose ourselves in the cemetery of Camaman-an, aptly called BULONSIRI (however that is spelled). They say it's named thus, after a kind of flower that only grows in a cemetery. What misadventure it was! Thankfully, we were with Nahnang at this dead of the night! We were supposed to be dropped off at the Elementary school waiting shed to meet with your Tita Jet, the very reason why we had stumbled upon Camaman-an, anyway. The motorcab driver who is new to Cagayan de Oro City, hailing from Davao, got a little bit lost. He made up for the mistake by making sure we were placed safely at our drop-off point and that he hadn't over-charged. It was all good fun and this is what I love experiencing with you. Not being sadistic and all, exposing you to objects and places that would encourage fear but I want you to learn reality. I allowed you to cling to me and I held on fast to you as we drove thru the semi-darkness. I want you to see why there is no reason to fear because I am here. Perhaps, not always but you know you can always take upon my strength which I will readily give to you.
Just to share why I am training you so. When I was younger and though I don't mean to ridicule my parents, I want to fill in where I feel they may have lacked. My thoughts on paranormal activities where not allowed to be entertained or shunned maybe as an absurd belief for a child. I remained fearful as I grew up, silently demanding explanation for the things and beings I saw and felt. I don't know why your Mamilou often asked me to disregard them as petty ideas when she could have taken the time or allowed another adult to help me through it. Glad as it is, I found a refuge and partner in your Nahnang as we were oft targets of the third kind's hauntings. Maybe, I just needed to be told not to fear at what because of why. I was waiting for an adult to tell me not to fear those that we cannot explain because God had a plan for them as much as He had a plan for us. Stuff like that! ;) Don't hesitate to tell me when you start sensing something, okay?
Now, to the topic and idea of the Divine Providence, aka God, for whom I am ever so thankful, especially today. Other than the reunion with your Tita Jet, whom I have been estranged with since 2007, I also made peace with a friend. I feels good to do that. It's like cleansing or taking a bath. I just suddenly felt all the blessings rush right through me. I felt lighter and better about myself. So yes, the visit to Tita Jet was well-deserved as much as well-waited-for. Though you were all over the place; taking the pack of Quaker Oatmeal Cookies from her offering hand quite unabashedly, eating off the rice cooker like a barbarian, tossing and screaming 
my name at every opportunity, drinking your first taste of Royal True Orange Soda. She didn't seem fussed about it. She never is easily fussed. Your Tita Jet is all sunshine-and-daisies and I draw so much of that positive energy from her. That's why when she asked me if I would permit, to help her polish her writing skills, I couldn't have been more flattered. To be told that it was her joy to read our blog "365 Days of Strawberry Jam" and then later asking me to help her with creative writing is a means of proper appraisal for the hardwork I have done.
You know, she and your Nahnang made me brim with tears a lot back there! All these uncertainties I had with my life, they just turned it around, made thorns into roses. It felt like two angels talking me out of depression and by this I mean they have torn some of the doubts I have with your Daddy. I love your Daddy, there's no question about that but it's these trials that drive me into the pit of further questions and qualms. Well, they just tore those webs off and I am happy to trust their thoughts on that. Well, there we had quite a night. We were supposed to watch the BACKTRACK crew rehearse for their international dance battle in Melbourne. But as time hasn't favored us and deciding not to expose you anymore to the night and whatever elements that belong to it, we went home.Speaking of Daddy, he texted early today. He said they're in London. *sigh* I wish I shared a view of Big Ben with him right now.
JAMantic of the Day:
Though these words are quite inappropriate and I don't know how you'd learn them and where but since you learned to say them today, I will give due acknowledgment. You called me "lubot" (ass) and you called your Nahnang "tubol" (tough crap). Hahah! Funny but no! So, there! xD
Your MAYmah,
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