Goodbye Chimie

The name of my car is Chimie. It's a Suzuki Wagon-R Wide Model in black, imported from Japan. Did I say Black? But It's very pink and white inside. Believe me! Yeah, I know GIRLY.

It was a graduation gift to me of my parents. It's official birthday is May 27, 2007, same as the date of my graduation.


It was sold last Wednesday, July 20, 2011, to a very good family from Tondo. The parents said that their daughter would use it in UST. She's a tourism student there.

I hope Chimie likes her new owners. Sorry Chimie. We all need to move on. Keep some things and let go of some. In my life, you are one of those that I need to let go. But that doesn't mean that I will not remember you because YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FIRST CAR. 


Why sell this car?
I don't know... In the four years that we've been together, it served me well. It never stopped in the middle of any roads. But I have to admit that there are times when it fails to Start on me. Despite that, Chimie is a good girl.


Sold this car because it's getting old... and of course, we always want something better. My next CAR? YUNG BONGGA KAHIT BAHA! HAHAHA! 

So for everyone who will see Chimie in Manila... I don't own that car anymore... And Please do give me a hug or a tap to her. I will miss her.

Love, now and always,

Mia        

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mia always dreamt of becoming 5'8" or higher that goes with the reason why she wears higher platforms. She wears lighter makeup these days because her MAN is particular with INNER beauty. She's the same old shopaholic you now, splurging over stuffs that a part goes to charity. Today, she is not writing blogs and promos anymore. She ventured into marketing... selling souls to the devil. And oh wait, on her spare time, she writes short stories of love with tragic ending. Some of her published works are "Cries, Cameras and Actions", "8 folds", "The Boat", "All for Carlie", "Ragnarok Online Love Story" and "Resume of Lovers". 

www.zupermia.com is shutting down [An April Fool's Post]

Six or seven years ago, I started blogging for the reason of expressing myself and practicing my writing.

Today, I regret to inform you that I will be closing this site permanently due to the demands of my current work. I previously left my content developing job in a book publishing company and accepted a web marketing job. It was a more demanding and challenging job than my previous work that’s why I cannot keep, write, update and maintain this site anymore.

If you have re-blogged any post, file or image, please take this opportunity to download them before April 1, 2011, 11:59pm, after the said date and time the site will be suspended.

I would like to give a warm thank you to all of you who have been part of the zupermia.com. We have built this site together, I write the posts but you my readers and followers gave the life to every post read. Your support has had a meaningful impact for me and this site.

love, now and always, 

Mommy, I love you, you know...

“Papa, pano na tayo?” –Joshua Meneses, 6 years old.


Could this be true? As I type each letter of this blog post, I still hope that somewhere in the middle and before I submit this post, I would wake up in the reality—that it’s all a dream—my Grand Mother is still alive.

I was just being close to her, spending a holiday with her in Singapore.

I was just with her exploring SG.


I was just flying back home with her here to Philippines.

I was just starting to feel her. She was just starting to feel me.

And now she’s gone.




All my younger years, I was brought up by my grand grand mother, Inang. I live with her, spent most of my childhood with her and loved her more than anyone else in this world.


I never had the chance to be closer to my grand mother, Mommy. Even if she lives in the house next to ours, I seldom talk to her. All I know, way back, is that she hates my family, Mama particularly.


But as I grew older, I realized that, “that’s just the way it goes.” Mommy isn’t the open one. She’s too private. She keeps things by herself. She’s full of surprises. She’s totally unpredictable. You’ll hate her at times; you’ll love her all the time. You will think you perfectly know her, but then again, you don’t. That’s how Mommy is.


She’s too strong. She cries all the time. Her tears easily flow down her cheeks. But when she cries, she’s not hurting. She never really tells it when she’s really in pain.


“It feels cold here now. Nararamdaman ko nandito ka Mommy.”


I never thought that I would be closer to here. I thought, “it’ll be just like that for life.” I’m happy that I surprised her in her 70th birthday. I’m glad I was able to spend a vacation with her. I was given a chance to be closer to her and I’m glad I didn’t waste it.


I’m glad I opened up myself to her and she shared herself to me. I’m glad that I was able to cook her breakfast, walk with her around Singapore, advised her about what make up, clothes, bag, etc. suit her.


I’m glad she thought me how to cook Sinigang… that I haven’t cooked ever since she thought me. I’m glad she told me stories of her life. I’m thankful she cooked for my birthday. I thankful she thought me the things I wouldn’t know about love, about life.


~o~


Jamie: Mommy, bakit kaya si Mama at Papa, high school pa naging sila, eh hindi parin nagsasawa?

Mommy: Ganun talaga pag mahal mo. Ako nga wala na si Daddy pero hinahanap-hanap ko parin.


Who else would throw these words sincerely? Only mommy can explain how long, lasting love is with not much explanation.


~o~


Jamie: Joshua, tanungin mo nga si mommy kung sino ang paborito niyang apo?


(pumunta si Joshua kay Mommy pagkatapos bumalik…)


Joshua: Ikaw daw po!


(ako naman ang nagtanong kay Mommy)


Jamie: Mommy, sino po ang paborito nyo apo?

Mommy: Si Joshua.


That’s how Mommy is. You know who her favorite is… but she’s at the same time fair to everyone.


Inspiring things I learned from Mommy:



In cross stitching:


“Maganda dba? Mahirap gawin pero maganda.”


In singing:

“Hindi naman importante kung maganda o pangit ang boses mo, ang mahalaga masaya kang kumakanta.”


In being a teacher:
“Dati may studyante ko pinalo ko makulit kasi. Akala nila hindi masakit sa teacher mamalo ng studyante kahit makulit pero ang totoo higit pa sa physical na sakit ang nararamdaman ng teacher.”

In family:

“Kaya ako nag anak ng marami kasi nung bata ako malungkot pala ang mag-isa. Masarap at masaya ang madaming anak at kapamilya”


There’s a lot more that she thought me, there’s even more that I learned from her. I can never write it all, however, it stays and sticks in my mind and heart.

Is there a way she’ll be back? I can trade 10 yrs of my life for another year or even for one more day…


Para sa isa pang araw na makausap siya,

sa isa pang araw na makulit siya,

isa pang araw na maglambing sa kanya,

sa isa pang araw na mayakap siya,

para sa isa pang araw na makalaro siya,

sa isa pang araw na marinig ang himig niya,

para sa isa pang araw na masabi kong mahal ko siya.

Mommy, Inang would be jelous, but I really loved you like her. I actually think that I love you like Inang.

I’m sorry if I never had the chance… but I love you Mommy… always will!

love, now and always,