(Eli is pictured second from the right. And Carl was cut-off, sorry.)This is like a bitter medicine I can't seem to swallow, and if given the choice, I still won't.
Having visited a cemetery just recently, I read someone who died 106 years old. Then another, did not even survive for two days. My friend, at 18 years. How does it feel? 106 years is already enough, two days gave me sympathy (since the baby hasn't even seen the world), but 18 years, just when she's starting to walk her own path, is simply not fair - it's too short for someone who has experienced the world and not have truly enjoyed it. Eleonette Dee, a great friend, died last Saturday morning (May 19 1:19am).
Denial. Denial. The Nile is not just a river, it's a freaking ocean. I'm still thinking this is a bad dream. Denial. Denial.
How would one remember Ely? Hmm, she's fond of writing greetings on tissue papers and giving it to us. Ah, one time in English class, we were writing notes (pretending we were giving autographs to fans) to each other. Carl and Kat wrote something for me which ended with, "thanks for being my #1 fan". While Ely wrote a note that ends with "i'm your #1 fan." Haha. Error! She was complaining about it the whole English period, defending what she's written (saying it's correct), asking us what was wrong about it. We were, "Why would a fan write an autograph for his/her idol?!" Ely thought about it and said, "oo nga noh. haha, mali."
Another would be Maritess vs the Superfriends. We were imitating the accent the whole time. "I was jaz ku-king (cooking) pish!"
You were the first to call Kat as a Loser. Loser Kat was born. Loser because she's always late, she forgot her exam permit, etc.
Eli A, Eli B, Eli C, Eli Dee, I'll always remember your Starbucks Organizer. You had to plead for other people's receipts for that, even asking us if we have some so you can surrender them. And when you forgot "Loser Kat's" birthday, you gave her a CD during our Lit finals greeting her happy birthday with matching, "akala mo nakalimutan ko birthday mo noh!" only to be replied by Loser Kat with, "uhh, Eli, medyo five days late ka na". She even called Kat Loser again because Loser Kat forgot her exam permit.
How about Eli's journal for English (a lot of things happen in English classes)? It was burnt index cards connected together. It was a disaster but she kept on saying, "maganda naman diba?" Of course we said, "uhh, oo. abstract nga eh!" And she believed it, "sabi ko na nga ba eh, artistic ako."
Once, Eli was selling iPod Nanos. She posted in her Y!m status, "selling brand new iPod Nano, slightly used." Wow Eli, idoL. Brand new but slightly used. She borrowed my iPod before, was listening to Paris Hilton when our teacher arrived. She gave it back to me with a worried face, "Mei! Mei! Paano patayin 'to?"
Eli is great with typing. She has a lot of typo errors when chatting, changes the spelling of our names (whether by accident or on purpose) and Carl loves to correct all of it and make fun out of the typos. Haha, she can't be a typist or a secretary.
Thanks for the fun memories, Eli, adventures and misadventures, and all our nonsense (as usual) conversations - I'll cherish all of them. This entry would take forever if I tell stories about it. I'll cut it short, and just write about the "carscapades". You made our (my) lives so much better in your own little ways.
With all the memories I'll keep for Eli, I would never (even if I get to have amnesia) ever forget Ely as a driver. She drives without seatbelt on, and boasts about her "technique" wherein she just straps the already buckled belt on her arm whenever an MMDA officer is around, then puts it away afterwards. When we were at her car one time, she was sharing a story to us while driving when she suddenly tied her hair (both hands fixing her hair while the steering wheel was unattended). Don't try that at home. We were scared to death because of that. Remember there were no seatbelts at the backseat. One more, her license was confiscated at least 3 times in less than a year. Haha, nice Eli, she's a great driver. Another was when we were rushing to catch the 7pm play, and Ely was driving so fast even though there were humps and unpaved road. Sharp turns were no match for her, and we were scrambling (and semi-screaming with arms flailing in the air like riding a rollercoaster) inside the car in no time. Carl and I wanted to get off because we were thrown from left to right, while Kat seated in front was already pale. That rollercoaster experience (for us) was just a normal routine for her, since she's always rushing to school. *clap clap*
Wherever you are, you don't have to worry about MMDAs anymore, you can drive as fast as you want, without seatbelt, even while tying your hair. No more research papers, reaction papers, quizzes, long tests, rushed reports, stinky fencing gears, and finals. Free ice cream, no more traffic, no more pain. We love you, Ely, so much.
Eli always arrive after the first bell. Always late for class. This time, she left early, too early..
See you soon, Eli, you'll always be loved, cherished, and remembered.. +
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