I Lie in Facebook

It has been 4 years since we’ve seen each other in person but we never had a doubt that we will be friends for life.


So last week we were trying to catch up on the recent happenings, sharing what’s new and how things are going. Ranting how things have been changing and wondering how we are transforming to people we do not want to become 4 years ago.

And I said hey, but you seem to be having the time of your life. I’ve seen photos. They all look fun!

Then she said, “I lie in Facebook.”

Offfffffff…. Ahahahahahahaha.

Aren’t we all? Trying to have the best self-presentation of ourselves for the world to see.

So now on your birthday (Yes tatlim, you are 31. Can you believe it? I cried when the first number of my age changed to 3. It was traumatic. Ok. I am overacting. Ahahahahahaha.), I wish to see more of your lies in Facebook.

I wish to see you visiting new places. I wish to see you spending time with your families and friends. I wish to see you dipping in your pool with a hat and sunnies on and a glass of bira in your hand. I wish to see more of your PDAs (you should know the meaning of this by now!!!) with Tiago. I wish to see you saving more dogs from doom. I wish to see you stopping and smelling the flowers. And I wish you would have all the resources so you can continue all these lies you post in Facebook which entertains me and makes me feel that we are still one bus away and still part of each other’s lives.

Happy happy birthday tatlim. Mutlu yillar canim benim.

Turkey will never leave us because it is there where we learned like a pro how to lie in Facebook big time.

Seni seviyorum kizim. Haydi gorusuruz. Haydi opuyurum.

Now, go ahead and stop taking photos.


Eat your manti


and afiyet olsun!



Ana & Oli

To the two most beautiful people I am lucky to have in my life,


These photos are as dated as our friendship and I am so proud of it.



I hope you were both spoilt rotten today. I love you. 🙂

Blackberry, Brazilian, Bucket List, Beautiful Memories

Rewind to two weeks ago.

I got a Ping in my BBM.

It was 7 AM. I was sprawled in bed covered in the usual white duvet that is a standard in most hotels. It was a day off. I was meaning to sleep in because hello, it is a day off so I was firing expletives in my head for that person who pinged me at such an hour.

I checked the phone.

Fernanda: Are you awake?
Me: Barely. Only one eye is open.
Fernanda: Wake up! Go online in Skype.


I think I fell asleep for a good few seconds.

Fernanda: Where are you?! My students want to talk to you!
Me: Bekle! (It means wait in Turkish.)
Me: I am still in bed crazy woman! (Some people don’t know the concept of time difference. Omaygad!)

fe and me

And that was it. I went online and saw gawking sixteenish to eighteenish Brazilian students who look older than the 30 year-old, barely awake, clad in my pajamas me asking questions like why do Asians love to eat rice and is it really true that I am 30 because honestly I look like 12. Ok, I made that up. I don’t remember anymore what we talked about. As I said, I was barely awake.

I don’t even know why I agreed to talk to them with my unwashed face, unkempt hair, and barely functioning neurons. Maybe that was it. The brain was still booting. Oh, one thing I remember though, they wanted to see how my pajamas look like or if I am really wearing pajamas. These Brazilians.


I miss Fernanda.

It has been almost two years since we were physically together. The last time I saw her was when my Turkish host family hosted a farewell dinner for me in their home. She came over together with other dear international and Turkish friends to bid me goodbye as I pack and fly back to the Philippines the following day.

There were no tears that night. I think. But we know that it could possibly be the last time we will see each other in this lifetime. What are the chances of meeting again? We live in the opposite sides of the world. I am from the Philippines. She is from Brazil. A few days after I left Turkey it was time also for her to go. We will be crafting our real lives back home and will be busy to make sense of the years that we are blessed with.

Today, as I lie again in my bed covered with the white duvet, I came across this blog on Bucket List. Inspired to make mine too, though I know I have done it several times in the past but have lost the paper where I wrote my stuff, I grabbed my red journal and started scribbling.

I divided it into two groups, Bucket List for 2013 and the Ultimate Bucket List. My concept and titles were not really original. I just copied it from the blog. And I found myself writing in the Ultimate List, Meet up with Fernanda again.

We know we always lament that we want to see each other. Being the Latina that she is, she is so sappy and melodramatic every time we talk about it. It sounds gayish to a point.

Photo courtesy of Ercan Kurt, a good friend we met in Turkey. I stole this pic from his Instagram.  Friends who lived with me in this city knows exactly where this shot was taken.
Photo courtesy of Ercan Kurt, a good friend we met in Turkey. I stole this pic from his Instagram. Friends who lived with me in this city knows exactly where this shot was taken.

But I guess that’s how it really is. I guess we represent one beautiful part of each other’s lives. And it is with having each other, reminiscing all those good things again and again, that we keep those memories alive. Those memories that we are clinging to and we hope will never escape us ever in this life.

So yeah, that’s one of the ultimate things I hope to strike out from my list before the time expires. Good luck to us.

A Facebook Story


So I got a funny message today.

Guy: Hey Les. Are you ok? I haven’t seen any post (in FB) for a while now. I am wondering if you’re alright dear.

Me: Haha! I am ok. That is so funny. 🙂 My FB has become my heartbeat now huh?

Guy: Ya laaa. Suddenly so quiet. I was wondering what happened to you.

Me: How have I been behaving in FB before? OMG. I must have been terrible posting everything. I am very much ok.

Guy: Everyday there is a post no matter what laaa. Suddenly nothing. No pictures. You must be in love with someone that is why you are so busy.

Me: Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

And then I quietly blushed.

I think he got that spot on.

Fernanda’s Day

It is Chinese New Year and it is also your birthday. How auspicious can this day be?


I hope you are wearing red because Chinese believes it is a lucky color and I hope you ate noodles because they say it will give you longer life.

But what the heck. You are probably dressed to the nines and it doesn’t matter if it is red or not. And eating noodles is the farthest from your mind because what matters most now is that goldish drink with fizzles and bubbles on top which makes people happy and tipsy and makes you kiss strangers in some unknown club in a new city (like Istanbul perhaps) which will give you good memories and something to smile about. Don’t kill me. 🙂


I flew a Chinese lantern for you with a wish that somehow somewhere, we will bump into each other in one crowded street again at the same place at the same time and decide to have a beer (see, I told you I will try to drink one for you) and create new memories again together.

Happy birthday tatlim. You are always in my heart.


Now, have your cake


and drink some cola (from Safranbolu).


Because there’d be no way it will be called a birthday in Turkey unless these two are served together. 🙂