episode 5 - "Guess who's back???"
- Jennifer Lauren Olaso
- Jul 29, 2024
- 5 min read
Updated: Aug 27, 2024
Part 1 - The Return
HEY, GUYS! It is nice to blog again after the three years of my indefinite hiatus as a blogger. Also, I posted my latest first vlog from my YouTube channel, way back on January 25, 2023. It is about the last mother-and-son date with me and my chosen son Charlie in Nuvali on December 4, 2022. So don't worry, folks, I never lost him again physically but he is now 'rest in peace' as an ordinary doll.
Right now, dahil sa dami ng rason kung bakit matagal-tagal ako dehinds makipagtsikahan sa lahat ng mga mambabasa dito sa blog site na ito. Oo, mga folks. Talagang busy ako sa mga gawain, madaming iniisip, at madalas na nagpaliban-liban sa kaka-scroll sa IG, YouTube, at ngayo'y Facebook na... FACEBOOK???
Yes, guys, I have a new Facebook account after four years - from 2018 to 2022. After, I was traumatized by some fake friends on this social media platform since I was a fan of News 5 and Radyo 5. Then, I was also the victim of a phony publishing company called Scrittore Publishing after sending my real-life story for the book anthology called 'What Life Really Is? Volume 1'. Kaya doon ko nawala sa akin 'yung P1,500 ko at natanggap ko tuloy 'yung anim na kopyang physical books na may kupas ang cover at parang nireyp ang short story ko dahil sa hindi maganda ang pagka-edit or polishing. Ang ending: pinamigay ko na doon sa mambabalot ng tinapa at tuyo. O, kaya'y doon sa pagawaan ng paper mache.
So I learned and won't forget that kind of situation. Naturally. That was the wrong decision I made from back then. Hindi na maibabalik ang P1,500 ko, sa halip na pang-savings ko sana for the future.
BACK TO THE TOPIC, FOLKS! Nang dahil may bago nga akong Facebook ay mas may matutunan akong maging maingat sa pagpili sa pag-"add as friend" Like example: mga bagong closed friends ko, mga closed relatives ko sa father-side, at sa mga kakilala na mas matagal sa akin. Dito kong nakagawa ng business page ko gaya ng the house of jennyred (formerly known as Jennyred's Online Thrift Shop) kung saan doon kong pinapaskel ang mga tinda akong bracelets, facemask lanyard, etc. Pero, inactive ngayon sa dami kong dahilan at mababa ang puhunan ko. Mahirap ma-explained kung bakit. Lalo na sinisilip ko at bumibisita lagi sa account ni Hans pero hindi na kami Friends sa FB gaya ng noon. Kaya patay nga ang may-ari, ih! Paano ba ako i-add sa bago ko kung kailang natulog nga sa kamatayan 'yung lolong ito? Ano ba, mga besh?!
Yes, Hans is so special for me. Naging crush ko siya since Nite Chat era ng Radyo Singko 92.3 News FM. (Hindi pa iyan naging TRUE FM iyan!) 2011 pa noon. Madalas ko noon nag-stalk sa Twitter niya (ngayo'y X) pero kinukumusta ko siya. Pinapanood ko ang mga cover music videos niya sa YT at ang kaniyang Facebook. Gayundin sa FB page na FOOLBLAST kung saang doong nagtayo ng banda after nag-Sagada iyan on 2015. Naikuwento ko iyan sa Wattpad ko and I wrote a poem for him on this blog site and also on the FB page Meet the Newswriters on the Blog. It is called Tatlong Taon because July 14, 2021 nang namatay dahil sa pneumonia. So it is already three year, and I still loved him. My feelings won't change after the four years of The Great War between us before he died. But, I didn't killed him after he broke my heart like a promise. Ang nakakalungkot, para sa akin, ay hindi pa kaming nagkikita at nagkakilala nang personal. Pero umaasa pa ring magkikita kami sa Paraiso. Iyan lamang. :)
DEAR GUYS. Sa ngayon ay medyong inaantok ako habang tinatapos ko ang blog post na ito. Naghahati ito sa three parts per this episode kung bakit matagal-tagal kong dehinds makapagsulat para sa blog na ito. Mahaba-haba kasi ito. This first part is 'The Return' bilang pa-"Welcome back!" ko sa three years of indefinite hiatus ko. The second part, 'The Relapse,' is about my struggles and grievance over my dead boyfriend. Lalo hindi ako maka-getover sa pangalawang beses kong naging biktima ng Shopee scammer kaya nagalit sa akin noon ng Papa ko. At, sa panghuli at muntikang mabiktima ng scam nang isinali ako sa Hero Mining ng tiyahin kong 'gaslighter' at mapanlamang sa kapuwa. Kaya ganyang-ganyan nga ng mga Alonzo na allergic na allergic sa akin iyan! Hmmmp! Pasensya na sa gigil ko! The third and final part, 'The Recovery,' is about my healing processing since I was attending seminars from the Zoom meetings, keeping busy writing for online magazines like Scribbory, etc., vlogging for IG reels and YT channel, and on what I learned after I baptized as one of the Jehovah's witnesses in almost four years. I believe it is tough for me to make so many small mistakes. Even my personal goal is to have spiritual maturity when I need to find time for my study. I got too busy with my house chores like cleaning my room, washing dishes after breakfast, washing my clothes once or twice a week, etc. I still procrastinate by scrolling through every social media like Facebook, IG, and YouTube, and playing too many games on the Lazada app just to get coins for purchase discounts. Also, I have Pulmonary Tuberculosis, according to my x-ray from 6 months ago; so I need to recover and still join my ministry activities with my spiritual family. So far, I feel Hans didn't want to see me weaker and remember his happenings before he died. But, of course, I gonna die soon, and my ultimate plan is to make my book about my love and life story as a legacy I left. Therefore, I am trying my best to survive and keep moving no matter what with Jehovah God's help.
I am still a writer, folks. Thank you.
See you on part two. :)
Before I leave, it's my opportunity to share my poem from the Print Exhibit in Albay last month as the celebration of National Poetry Month. Also, it featured on the Dateline Ibalon website, called 'I am a poet, of course...'
Shout out to Rhymes of PEG community. Thank you again.
I am a poet, of course…
by Jennifer Lauren Olaso
I am a poet, of course, and I love writing poems and stories.
I used to dream when I was thirteen years old.
Since I was an outcast or a high school loner
who used to stay in the library during lunchtime.
I loved to read books and newspapers.
I have no other best friends since my classmates hated me.
But I have one imaginary best friend who taught me how to write,
and my only noontime inspiration when used to make a beautiful story remained unfinished and perished for a long time.
Just like a piece of life for me as now an adult.
All of my failures, losses, and heartbreaks that made my dreams and youthful writing aspirations fall.
I was taking a rest for a while.
I deleted my Facebook and other old social media accounts for good.
I started studying the Bible after attending three events in April 2018.
I hated my false friends, but I forgave them.
I learned a lot of lessons and many times of losing my loved ones.
I was cut off from my toxic relatives from my Mom's side because of my traumas and betrayals. I believe money is the main reason why my whole family and I were suffering. I also hated my fake mother, but the real one I knew was dead.
So I write stories and poems about my life and never forget.
I lost my old, youthful dreams, but my writing essential never dies.
My poems are mightier than weapons because I fight and trust the heart of a poet as God's gift and thank him.
I am a poet, of course, because I write for my love and life!
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