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Rest in peace, Bonid. [caption id="attachment_1127" align="alignleft" width="432" caption="Rest in peace, Nid. "][/caption] This afternoon, I finally paid for the flu vaccines the family and Anne will have. But with a heavy...

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Please allow me to continue where I left off in yesterday's post. This time though, it will just be a narrative report  (heheh) of what happened after my dearest hubby surprised me and made me cry a river...

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Ika-labing tatlo

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Category : family, musings

Lulan ng service van na magdadala sa amin pauwi ni Bong kagabi, naisipan kong buksan ang aking Facebook account gamit ang aking telepono. Ganun lang naman ang ginagawa ko para malaman kahit papaano ang nangyayari sa labas ng mundong nagkukulong sa akin sa mahigit na walong oras araw-araw mula Lunes hanggang Biyernes.

Tiningnan ko ang mga status updates ng mga kaibigan sa FB hanggang makita ko ang status update ng kapatid kong si Anne. Sinabi lang niya, “I miss you Lon, I really really miss my kuya Big Frown

 

Yun lang, hindi ko na napigilang tumulo ang luha ko. At hindi lang kaunting luha, talagang naiyak na ako. Magla-labing-tatlong taon na, Lon, nung umalis ka. Kung bakit hanggang ngayon kapag mababanggit ka o magsusulat ako tungkol sayo, hindi ko mapigilang umiyak pa rin. Sa tinagal tagal nang pagkakaiwan mo sa amin, kung bakit gustuhin ko mang hindi na malungkot, ganun pa rin, parang kahapon lang nung nangyari yun. parang nung isang gabi lang nandun ka pa sa kwarto naming mga babae. Parang nung isang araw lang, nilalaro mo pa ang isang taong gulang na si Kara. Parang nung makalawa lang, sumasakay ka ng bus para pumasok na sa paaralan bilang first year college student ng La Salle. Parang kelan lang yun, hindi tulad ng katotohanang labing-tatlong taon na pala mula nang mangyari iyon.

Sa Sabado, August 20, bibisitahin ka muli namin sa iyong kinahihimlayan. Hindi ko alam kung makikita mo kami, panonoorin kung paano ka namin ipagdasal, kung paano kaming magsasalu-salo matapos magdasal, at kung paano magkakagulo ang mga maliliit mong mga pamangkin habang kami namang mga matatanda ay nagkukuwentuhan. Sabi nga ni Anne bilang sagot sa mga nagkomento sa status update niyang iyon, ang daya lang kasi e Big Frown pagka bigay ng medal umalis na FrownPati tuloy ako nagtatampo na. Pano kasi, feeling ko, nagpakita ka sa kanya sa panaginip, samantalang sa akin, hindi. May favoritism ka ‘no? Pero siguro, yun ang paraan mo nang pagsasabing nandiyan ka pa rin at hindi magpapalimot.

Wag kang mag-alala, kahit siguro ilang taon ang magdaan, hinding hindi ka namin malilimot. Pero kasabay ng hindi paglimot, ay ang patuloy na pagkalungkot kapag nasasagi ka sa aking isip.

 

Sisinghot singhot ako. Madilim sa van habang nakatutok pa rin ang tingin ko sa cellphone na kaharap ko. Naramdaman ni Bong na sinisipon ako. Tinanong niya ako kung bakit, sinumpong raw ba ako ng allergy? Sabi ko, oo, sabay hilig ng ulo ko sa balikat niya. Binigyan niya ako ng tissue para sana maagapan ko yung sipon ko. Pero ang di niya alam, pinahid ko muna ang luha ko na parang ayaw tumigil sa pagpatak.

Oo nga, sana nga, allergy na lang iyon. Mas madali sanang gamutin, di tulad ng kirot sa puso ko habang isinusulat ko ito.

 

Usapan bago matulog

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings

Bago matulog kagabi, habang nakahiga sa kama katabi ang dalawang piglets na sina Jeremy at Cassie, tinanong ako ni Jeremy kung nasan daw si Daddy (Bong).

 

Jeremy: Mama, san si daddy?

Mama (ako):  Daddy left already because you are both makulit. (At the time, Bong was taking a bath.)

Jeremy: Bakit alis si Daddy?

Mama: Kasi makulit kayo ni Cassie, you don’t want to sleep yet. If you don’t sleep yet (and it was about past 11pm already), mama will leave also.

Jeremy: Si Daddy, alis. si Mama, alis. Si ate din, alis?

Mama: Yes. Daddy, mama, and even ate will leave.

Jeremy: E pupunta na lang ako kay mommy (mommy is my mom, their lola)

Mama: You can’t leave the house. You will be left here in the house.

Cassie (my ever precocious principal): Sige, ra-run ako!

 

Ayun, hindi ko na napigilang mapahagalpak ng tawa. Yung kagustuhan kong matakot sila para matulog na, e nagbackfire bigla sa akin. Hindi ko naman kasi naisip na ilang hakbang lang at bahay na ng mga magulang ko. Hindi ko rin naisip na pinagbawalan ko silang magtatakbo dahil pag napapagod e inaatake ng hika. At ang siste, mukhang ako pa ang natakot sa gagawin nila. Mahirap pag mas matalino pa sayo ang mga anak mo. Kainaman!

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What’s your favorite film?

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings, Work

Nanood kami kahapon ng T3, Yes, Transformers 3 sa Robinson’s Sta. Rosa. Hindi 3D yung pinanood namin. Dapat kasi sa SM Sta. Rosa kami manonood kung saan all 3 cinemas showing Transformers 3 ay in 3D. Pero dahil pagdating namin shortly before 12, ay ga-sawa na ang pila, we decided to transfer to the nearby mall. Tinawagan ko pa yung cinema shempre bago kami lumipat.

Kaye: Good morning, I’d like to know what time Transformers 3 is showing in your theater.

Robinson’s cinema lady (RCL): 12 noon, ma’am. Kaya lang hindi po 3d. Yung 3d po ang next showing is at 1:45pm.

Kaye: ok lang kahit hindi 3d. Mahaba rin ba ang pila pagbili ng tickets?

RCL: hindi naman po masyado.

Ok, after hearing this, naexcite kaming lumipat sa kabilang mall at nagmamadali, halos patakbong umakyat papuntang third floor. Namangha talaga ako sa nakita ko pagdating dun. Walang pila. Napareklamo pa tuloy ako ke Ate Kara. Sabi ko, sana sinabi na lang niyang walang pila kesa sinabi niyang hindi masyadong mahaba ang pila. Nawindang ang beauty ko e. Joooooke! Haha! (Magreklamo daw ba.)

E di nanood nga kami ng T3.

Pero ang totoo, hindi tungkol sa T3 ang kwento ko. Ito ay tungkol sa Harry Potter. Kung sinabi ko dito na mamadaliin na namin ang panonood ng Harry Potter Deathly Hallows 1 last weekend, ginawa nga namin, pero di namin natapos sa hindi maipaliwanag na kadahilanan.

Pero hindi pa rin dito ang kwento ko. (Nakakapagod no, ang haba na ng intro ko e.)

Eto na. Naalala ko lang kasi na two years ago, Bong and I took the IELTS exam. IELTS stands for International English Language Testing System. Requirement ito kapag mag-aaply ka ng trabaho sa ibang English-speaking countries tulad ng Australia, UK, at ewan ko na kung saan pa. Prior to the exam, relaxed lang ako kasi naman sabi ko, English exam lang yan eh. ano ba namang mahirap diyan? Listening, essay writing, reading at speaking ang exams. Since di naman ako hirap sa English, at palagay ko passable naman ang writing at speaking skills ko, wala naman siguro akong magiging problema. But a few days prior to taking the exam, my sister-in-law who is a doctor in Australia told us (Bong and me) to look for reviewers since the exam is quite difficult. Natakot much tuloy ako at napabili ng reviewer ang aking mother-in-law nang wala sa oras. Ako naman nagresearch sa internet.

Araw ng exam. Maaga kami ni Bong sa Shangri-La Makati kung saan ginanap ang exam. Napakaraming nag-take ng exam noon at nung simulan na, armed with prayers, e sinabi ko na lang sa sarili ko na bahala na si batman este si Lord, tutal ginawa ko naman talaga ang makakaya ko.

After the exam, we proceeded to another building in Makati where the speaking part of the exam would be administered. May mga apat yatang rooms kung saan may naka-assign na examiner. Walang nakaaalam kung ano ang itatanong ng examiner. Swerte mo kung medyo friendly ang examiner mo, pero kung mapatapat ka sa Pilipinong napakayabang kung umasta, may british twang pag nagsalita, malaking maitim na mama, at nakakatakot kung magtanong, medyo mapapalunok ka kahit pa nga alam mong passable ka pag nagsalita ka sa English. Napalunok ako kasi ganun yung natapatan kong examiner. Nung una, may-I-introduce myself muna ang drama at napansin ko na pag nagsasalita ako, ang hilig nya kong taasan ng kilay. Leche much.

Tinanong niya kung ano raw trabaho ko, san ako nagtatrabaho, at san ako nag-aral. Napansin kong nagliwanag ang muka niya nung sabihin kong sa peyups ako nagtapos ng kursyong peryodismo. Shempre, in English, it means Bachelor of Arts in Journalism from the College of Mass Communication in UP Diliman. Tinanong niya pa nga kung sino sino daw mga naging propesor ko. Nagbanggit ako ng ilan. Di ko naman alam kung kilala niya yung mga nabanggit ko. lech.

Pero ang pamatay na tanong niya ay eto na. “What is your favorite movie and why?”

Nasabi ko na bang Journalism major ako at hindi Film and Audio Visual Communication major? Kapitbahay lang ng departamento namin ang FAVC pero ako, galing ako sa Journ dept. Magkaiba kaya yun.  Pero narealize ko na yung tanong naman niya e napaka-common. Sa sobrang common, wala akong maisip dahil dala na rin ng kaba sa itsura niya. Kahit nakakapagsalita ako ng English nang maayos, pag ganun kalaking mama ang nasa harapan mo at nagme-make face pa habang nagsasalita ka, matatakot ka talaga. (Idagdag pang neneng-nene ako. chos. Pagbigyan nyo na ko.)

At anong intelihenteng sagot ang nasabi ko? Walang iba kundi Harry Potter. Tinaasan ako ng kilay ni mamang maitim at malaking may British twang. “And why is that your favorite movie?” tanong niya.

Hindi ko na maalala ang sagot ko. Parang tunog pang Ms. Universe ang naaalala kong isa sa mga paliwanag ko. Sabi ko because it’s a film whose ultimate message is that of love’s triumph over evil. Naks. Feeling ko naman mas maganda yun kesa sa major major answer ni Venus Raj.

Pero after that, napaisip ako. Bakit ko nga ba gusto ang Harry Potter?

Because I am a mother and I understand clearly why Lily Potter chose to die for her son. I know, because I would do that, too.

Because amidst a world that is surrounded by apathy, it teaches us that pretty much everything could be accomplished with unity. The people protecting Harry at all costs were able to prove that.

Because it teaches us about faith and hope, and yes, love.

Alam ko namang hindi yan lang ang nagiisang pelikulang pagkukunan ko ng mga aral na nabanggit ko pero bakit ba, e sa Harry Potter ang naisip ko.

After the speaking exam, medyo nagrelax na yung speaking examiner ko, at bago ako umalis, tinanong nya pa ako what movie I recently watched. Hindi ko na maalala ang naisagot ko sa kanya pero bilang parting shot, sabi niya, “Enjoy the movies, Ms. Journalist.”

Hindi ko alam kung may himig pang-aasar yun, pero hinintay ko na lang ang magiging resulta ng exams. Ang pinakamataas na marka para sa lahat ng apat na exam ay 9. Dapat akong makakuha ng 7 man lang kung may balak akong magapply ng trabaho abroad.

Isang buwan ang lumipas at nakuha na namin ang scores. Ang akin, Listening: 8, Reading: 9, Writing: 9…at ang Speaking: 8.5. Over-all score: 8.5 (dapat 8.625 yun pero wala sa kanilang grading system ang ganyang grade kaya na-round off sa mas mababa ang over-all score ko) At sa palagay ko naman, kahit na tinaas-taasan ako ng kilay ng speaking examiner ko, nagustuhan pa rin niya ang bugok na sagot ko.

 

At bakit ko ‘to nakwento? Dahil nag-expire na ngayong June 2011 ang result ng IELTS namin ni Bong. Hay…kelangan na naman yatang mag-exam.  Grin

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N.B. Ang title dapat nito ay “What’s your favorite movie?” pero dahil bawal ang search string na movie sa aming office, iniba ko at ginawa kong film. Smile

 

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Meet and greet with Parokya ni Edgar (read: Pagpapakajologs ng nanay na si Kaye)

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Category : family, Motherhood and parenting, musings

Jologs talaga akong nanay. Kukunsintihin ko ang kalokohan ng anak ko basta ikaliligaya niya at shempre within bounds. So pano ako naging jologs? Yun, kahapon, Kara and I went to Robinson’s Sta. Rosa to see Parokya ni Edgar as they promoted their newest album. Siksikan kung siksikan, wafakels basta maging happy si Ate Kara.

Ayun, when we got to the mall, ang dami dami nang tao, fully-packed ang event center and they were already singing one of their famous songs, Halaga. After this, they sang Picha Pie and Yes Yes Show. Ito na yata ang huli. Basta parang 3 songs lang ang naabutan namin. We initially thought the show would start at 5pm, but I think it started at 4:30, so when we arrived at a little before 5pm, ayun, in full force na ang kantahan.

Ganun pa rin naman kakulit ang PNE. Kaya lang namimiss ko yung mga panahong hindi pa sila super sikat, at pakanta kanta sila sa mga colleges sa UP. Nung mga panahong yun (I was still in the College of Mass Comm, aka Plaridel Hall), nagco-cross dress sila at sinusulatan nila ang mga braso at katawan nila ng mga kung anu-ano lang bilang fake na tattoo. Ngayon lahat ata sila may totoong tattoo na. Haha!

Shempre, after the brief show, may meet and greet, yun e kung may ipapa-autograph kang CD nila. Tinanong ko si Ate Kara if she wants us to buy the CD. Sabi niya nung una, hindi na lang daw. Chos. Nahiya pa ang lola. Sabi ko, halika na, let’s buy a CD. Ayun, yun lang ang kelangan at biglang animated na ang muka ng baby ko.

Nasabi ko na nga bang jologs akong nanay? Ayun, matapos bayaran si CD at bigyan kami ng poster, pumila na kami. Oo, ako na hindi mahilig magpaka-fan (mapwera lang kung ang involved ay The CompanY at yung mangilan ngilang artista/singers na gusto ko) ay pumila para magpautograph at kunan ng picture ang anak ko kasama ang mga miyembro ng PNE. Apart from The CompanY, the last time I did this with Kara was when Jed Maddela also went to the same venue to promote his album.

Pero dahil nga nung isang linggo pa umuungot si Ate Kara, e sige, gora kami. At eto ang resulta ng aming pagpupunyaging makita in person ang PNE (altho matagal ko na silang napapanood sa UP noon).

With Parokya's lead vocalist, Chito Miranda

With Bassist, Buwi Meneses

With lead guitarist, Darius Semaña

With rhythm guitarist/back up vocalist Gab Chi Kee

With drummer Dindin Moreno

and last but not the least,

With back up vocalist Vinci Montaner

Ayun, ang bongga ng pic ni Ate Kara ko with Vinci. Anak, bagay kayo ni Vinci…bagay kayong mag-ama. Ahahahaha! Infernez, pwede nga dahil matanda lang ako ng less than a year kay Vinci. Hahahaha!

I would like to think that Ate Kara went home really happy. In fact, she wouldn’t let the piglets touch the free poster we got. Haha! Sana isang araw e makanood kami ng concert talaga ng PNE para mas maappreciate niya kung gaano kasaya sila magperform.

 

Ikaw, anong kwentong jologs mo?

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Top 5 Awardee: Jeremy

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings

On March 24, Jeremy went up the stage to signal the end of his first year in school, and yes, to claim two medals.  One was given to all students, I guess, to reward them for a year of school works, and for diligently attending classes LOL. But the second medal is so much more special because it was given to him as an award for being one of the top 5 students in the school. This second medal actually came as a surprise because I was about to remove Jeremy’s long sleeved white polo and tie as he was sweating profusely even if it was actually breezy (thank God for the very nice weather that afternoon). Buti na lang, I didn’t take out his polo because at the time, the school administrator was already announcing how they were able to arrive at the selection of the top 5 students in the school (remember that this was a SPED school so Jeremy’s classmates were all older than him–he was actually the youngest in the school at 3 years old). He said that all the school teachers conferred and submitted the names of the students whom they believe should be awarded as the top 5 best students of the school. The 5 names, were in fact, not ranked according to order. They were just to be called the top 5 students. So, ok, fine.

Anyways, after the second student’s name was called, I had to do a double take because I heard the school administrator calling Jeremy’s name. Wow! It was really very surprising! It’s not that I doubted my little boy’s ability, but I just wasn’t expecting it. Still, I was very thankful to the school for all the help and for being patient with my overly makulit little boy who can now spell and write his name (yung Jeremy lang nga. Hihi.), read and write the alphabet, recite and write the numbers, etc., effectively preparing him for the big school this coming school year.

Before I could recover, Jeremy was already on his way to the stage. Haha! He was very excited to go up the stage for the second time, and he was really beaming. I don’t know if he really understood what he was doing, but I knew that I was the proudest mom in that place. All over him, the other kids were 4, 6, 12 years old, some of them in their teens, and here he was, the youngest in the school getting a top honors medal.

After the ceremonies, we just ate (food was included in the graduation fee), and then, we went home, as we could not celebrate properly since Daddy Bong was not around. He had a conference to attend.

Anyways, as promised, here are some photos we took of the little boy and of me and Ate Kara. Special thanks, of course, to my Ate Kara who took most of the photos.

The little boy before we left for the graduation exercises

 

Hamming it up for the camera

With Ate Kara before the ceremony started

Ain't I lucky to have beautiful children? Smile

Proud Mama and the graduating little boy

Couldn't resist putting this photo here because of the really big smile. Smile

Going up the stage for the first time. Look at the happy smile on my little boy's face!

Graduate nako!

With Teacher Zie

Look, ma! Two medals!

Congratulations to our little boy, Jeremy! Daddy and Mama hope you will sustain  your good work in school. Oh, Daddy Bong bought the little good boy a Disney Cars lunch bag and a Cars shirt to go with it as his reward. Naturally, the little boy was very happy. Smile Sana lang makuntento na lang siya sa Disney Cars at huwag niya kaming hingian ng totoong kotse. If that happens, lagot!

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Bukas, Sabado, pupunta kami sa Mall

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Category : family, life outside work, Motherhood and parenting, musings

Bukas, Sabado, pupunta kami sa mall kasama si Jeremy.

Kung makapagannounce naman ako, kala mo napakaspecial ng SM. Pero ang totoo, ang pakay namin sa pagpunta sa mall ang special. Bakit kamo? Because we will buy a long-sleeved polo for our 3-year old boy, Jeremy. Again, bakit kamo? Because he is graduating on March 24.

I’ve had countless experiences of going on stage during graduation or recognition day ceremonies. The other day I was recalling the many times my mom went on stage to accompany me as I am cited for being an outstanding student, or for winning school contests. Suffice it to say that I was pretty much an achiever when I was still a student. Pero ang hindi ko inexpect, was the pride I would feel when it was my turn to accompany my child to the stage, because this time, ako naman ang magsasabit ng medalya sa kanya. And that has been my experience with Ate Kara. Ever since she started schooling, maraming beses na rin akong umakyat ng stage as a proud mom, nagsasabit ng mga medalya dahil either honor student siya, or she also won in school contests (like mama, like Ate Kara. Haha!) I don’t know if my mom felt the same way I would feel whenever Kara’s Graduation or Recognition Day comes, but I know, feeling ko, ako na ang pinakaswerteng nanay sa mundo at pinakamagaling ang anak ko sa lahat. At siguro, talagang maswerte nga lang ako dahil if I haven’t said so yet, my Ate Kara is one smart kid.

And now, on Thursday, to be exact, it will be Jeremy’s turn. He will graduate for the first time, wearing a white, long-sleeved polo and long black pants.

Hindi ko pa alam what will happen. But you see, Jeremy’s school is one of a kind. His school is a SPED school. Before the school year started kasi, we had him attend Occupational Therapy sessions. I felt that at a little over 24 months, his speech capability was late. When his developmental pedia ran some tests, we found that his speech capability was lagging, only 16-17 months when he was already 26 months at the time (2 years and 2 months). The doctor said that it might be because his motor skills were advanced naman for his age. Suffice it to say that he is really a very active little boy. We feared he might have ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder). While this was kind of a bad news for us, Bong and I thought there should be intervention as early as possible. Ayaw namin na kung kelan late na, saka naman kami kikilos.

So that was what we did. For almost a year, he attended OT sessions with her pretty and really smart occupational therapist, Teacher Abbi. There we saw his improvement. If before he was very impatient, would run around, and seldom stop to talk to you if you call him, he improved a lot. Nabawasan ang pagiging malikot niya, pati yung sobrang pagtatantrums niya. We were also told not to easily give in when he cries to get what he wants. That’s what kids typically do. They cry even without provocation so that you’d eventually give in to their desires. (See how clever kids are!) The OT sessions not only involved behavior modification, but also speech exercises. We were just blessed to have Teacher Abbi (of Building Blocks Child Therapy Clinic in Sta. Rosa) assigned to Jeremy because we found her not just smart but very patient and super sweet (feeling ko nga ako yung mas attached sa kanya when we eventually had to stop having Jeremy attend his OT sessions).

When Jeremy stopped attending private OT sessions and June came, (this was last year, June 2010), our family decided to have him attend school at this SPED school in Sta. Rosa. Jeremy’s school is from 1-4pm, and there are just 4 of them in that class. Siya ang pinakabata. After school started, we brought Jeremy back to his developmental pedia and he was reassessed. This time, his assessment indicated that his skills were now right for his age. Actually, yung over-all assessment for him was at 3-3.5 years old. At the time, he was 3 years and 2 months old. The doctor told us we should have enrolled him in a regular preschool, not in a special school because his development might be hampered if he has to wait for his other classmates. But we saw the wisdom of him attending a special school because the teacher to student ratio was only 1:4. This is also why now, he can confidently count to 40, read and write the numbers and alphabet on his own, and even read simple words. He hasn’t turned 4 yet, but he can already do these and more. I don’t think all kids below 4 years old can do those already. But I also don’t know if all kids below 4 years old would be able to reason out with their moms or yayas and refuse to do their homeworks because they’re already tired, or they’re sleepy, or better yet, “ka-seeeh, tatamad na ku e.” Jeremy, for some reason, often tells us these come homework time. Haha! Alam na!

So come Thursday, I am, once again, going to be one proud Mama. (Unfortunately, Bong will miss his graduation as he is attending a conference at work) Wala namang sinabi ang school na award that Jeremy will get, but what the heck. My baby will graduate and it will signal his transition to a regular school, the one Ate Kara attends, Canossa School in Sta. Rosa (yeah, the same school I attended from elementary to high school). And that, for me, is enough reason to be very proud and happy.

 

Pero bago yun, bukas, Sabado, pupunta kami sa mall kasama si Jeremy.

Special ang pagpunta namin bukas dun. Hindi para mag-grocery, o kumain lang sa labas. Bibili kami ng graduation attire ng little boy namin. Wag lang sana ako maiyak ulit sa graduation niya just like what happened during Ate Kara’s graduation in elementary. I have a penchant for crying during graduations, you see.

Wish me luck!

 

 

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Para kanino ka bumabangon?

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Category : family, Motherhood and parenting, musings

Alam mo yung tv commercial ng Nescafe? Yung may tagline na para kanino ka bumabangon?

Yung nagpapakita ng isang teacher na nanay na natutuwa dahil yung dalawang anak niya maayos at natututo sa kanilang paaralan. Isang series ito ng mga commercials na gusto kong panoorin kapag nakikita ko sa tv. Alam kong kung iisipin, may mga inconsistencies yung tv ad. Isipin mo naman, isang ordinaryong teacher sa isang paaralang pampubliko ang nakaupo sa umaga at nagkakape habang iniisip niya ang mga anak niya at ang kanyang gagawin sa buong araw na iyon. Sa totoong buhay, mapapatanong ka kung ilang teachers natin ang may ganyang pagkakataon sa araw-araw. Mas madali sigurong isipin na paggising sa umaga, arya na, kelangang magmadali para pumasok na sa eskwela. At sa liit ng sinusweldo, sa taas ng mga bilihin, sa hirap ng buhay, at idagdag mo pa ang napakakulit at pagkaminsa’y may pagkapilyo at pagkapilyang mga estudyante, palagay ko, hindi na siya mapapangiti.

Pero wafakels. Mas gusto kong ulit-uliting alalahanin ang tanong niya sa tv ad na yun.

Para kanino nga ba ako bumabangon?

Kagabi, pagdating sa bahay, ramdam ko yung pagod ko. Halos natutulala na ako kasi maghapong masakit ang ulo ko, idagdag pa ang mga mata ko dahil na rin sa maghapong pakikipagbuno sa computer at sa nile-layout at ineedit kong publication sa opisina. Kaya nga pagdating ng bahay, kahit Masaya ako na nakita ko na ang mga bata, tuwang tuwang mayakap sila at mahalikan, pagdaka, nanalo rin ang pagod. Dahil kailangan pa ring tingnan ang mga assignments ni Jeremy mula sa kanyang eskwelahan (kung bakit naman araw araw may assignment sa Reading, Writing, at Math. At ang dami nila palagi, ha!) Dahil talagang maiingay ang mga bata, maya’t maya nagsisigawan, kelangang sawayin (kung bakit naman kasi natutunan ni Cassie ang pagsasabi ng gago. At dahil alam niyang bawal siyang magsalita ng gago, para lang yata masabi niya ang salitang gago, e sasabihin niyang “don’t say gago ha.”). Dahil talagang pagod na ako sa trabaho.

Hindi iilang beses ko nang biniro ang sarili ko at tinanong: Pwede kaya akong mag-leave sa pagiging nanay? Kahit isang araw lang. Yung magkaron lang ako ng isang buong araw na tahimik ang paligid, wala akong maririnig na bangayan at iyakan, hindi ko kailangang isipin kung anong iluluto, yung dapat makakain ng mga piglets. Isang araw na pwede kong gawin kung anuman ang gusto ko, hindi yung may weekend nga pero kelangan ding magpunta ng supermarket para maggrocery, o kaya ay bumili ng ibang kailangan ng mga bata at ng aming tahanan. Isang buong araw kung saan pwede akong magbasa ng mga inaalikabok na libro sa bahay, o nabuburong ebooks sa files ko, o magsagot ng crossword at Sudoku, o magbloghop nang walang patumangga, o humilata sa kama, magpamasahe, at matulog hangga’t gusto ko.

Pero naiisip ko pa lang, parang hindi na rin matanggap ng kalooban ko ang isang buong araw na hindi ko makikita ang mga inakay ko. Isang araw na tahimik lang, wala ang sigawan, bangayan, iyakan, at lalong walang bakas ng pagiging isang nanay ko. Isang araw kung saan hindi ko iisipin kung nasan na ang mga bata, nakapaligo na ba sila? nakakain? Naglalaro? Natutulog pag oras na ng pagtulog? Isang araw kung saan pag aalis akong gustong gusto kong kasama sa lakaran si Ate Kara, e magisa na lang ako. (At dahil magisa nga lang ako, malamang ang naiwan sa mga bata ay si Bong na wala namang karekla-reklamo kung ganun ang mangyayari dahil alam ko ring gusto niya akong bigyan ng pahinga.)

Kaya lang, narealize ko, ang lungkot namang talaga kung ganun, kasi sa totoo lang, sa bawat pagdaan ng araw at pagpapasalamat ko sa Diyos sa isa pang panibagong buhay, sumisigaw din sa aking isipan ang katotohanang bumabangon nga ako talaga para sa aking mga anak, sa aking asawa, sa aking pamilya. Dahil kahit puyat at kulang na kulang sa tulog, hindi ko pa rin ipagpapalit ang ingay ng buong kabahayan namin, ang mga sigawan, takbuhan, iyakan, paligsahan sa pagkuha ng atensyon, ang pagluluto at paghahanda ng mga bagay para sa lahat, ang pamamasyal kasama ang buong batalyon, ang minsanang pagdedate naming dalawa ni Ate Kara, ang mga yakap at halik na nakukuha ko sa kanilang tatlo. Hindi ko ipagpapalit ang kalmang nararamdaman ko pag nakikita ko na silang tulog na tulog, na parang mga anghel sa bait…mga tagpong magiging hudyat upang hayaan ko na rin ang sarili kong makatulog ng ilang oras bago kami muling gisingin ng alarm, hudyat upang bumangong muli dahil sa panibagong araw na naghihintay sa amin.

Mabuti na lang, may kape. At habang iniinom ito, may pagkakataon muling alalahanin at sagutin ang katanungang para kanino ba ako bumabangon? Yun lang, at arya na agad para simulan ang isa pang bagong araw.

 

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Now I know why Splash Island never made a splash

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Category : family, life outside work, musings

There is a reason why I put off going to Splash Island, which is located in Southwoods, Biñan, Laguna. Although it is only a few minutes away from where we live, I never had a compelling reason to want to go there. I have heard of the resort’s features, like a big wave pool, and all those different other rides, but I did not really take much notice. Apart from the expensive entrance fee (P500 per head for adults; P400 for kids), I have always thought that it’s just there so anytime we want we can actually just go there…until I saw the 50% discount offered via MetroDeal, an e-coupon site which features nice deals you can take advantage of.

And because the resort’s reopening day coincided with the eve of my birthday, I decided to purchase nine tickets, all at 50% off. I thought it would be a chance for us to unwind and celebrate my birthday in advance, but more a chance for the kids to enjoy after weeks of illness. With everything that happened to us in the recent past, we all needed a break. Or so I thought.

We arrived at Splash Island close to lunchtime already. The park opened at 9am and would close at 6pm that Saturday (Feb. 19) Since guests aren’t allowed to bring in food, and the website actually lists an impressive array of restaurants, I thought it would be ok to just eat there. So off we went: Me, Bong, Ate Kara, Jeremy, Cassie, my sister Anne, her boyfriend Onid, and our two Ates: Cris and Weng.

When we got there, the first order of the day was to present to the admission staff the vouchers I printed from Metro Deal. Ok na sana, except that the two ladies took more than ten minutes to verify the vouchers I presented. Why? Because they only had one hard copy of the list of all vouchers issued by Metro Deal! Who said anything about using computers, at the very least, MS Excel so the codes could be easily verifed? Certainly not the staff of Splash Island. So the two ladies in the guest relations/admission area had to flip pages several times in order to verify one voucher, and repeat the same procedure for all the other vouchers. Oh, and have I told you I bought nine vouchers?

Ok, so after more than ten years minutes without any queue before us (there was no other person in the area but us. Ganun kakonti ang tao), we were given our tickets, and then allowed entry to the resort after our bags were checked by their security personnel. I wanted to put our things in a secure place, so before going inside, I inquired about renting one of their airconditioned cabanas. I was told that we just had to go to a cabana and wait for their staff to approach us so we could get in and pay, at the same time. Ok, fair enough. After asking around, (they didn’t give us a map of the place. We were told they ran out of maps. Already, I thought. To think they had just reopened the place that day), we were able to find the cabanas. There is no telling what cabanas were already occupied as there were no marks whatsoever. But the really awful thing was, there wasn’t anybody around from Splash Island to approach so we could rent one of the cabanas. Again, after walking aimlessly (two of the staff we approached repeated what the guest services staff told us, that one of their personnel would approach us for the payment) Bong and I decided to go to the guest services office to complain. (Imagine, it was very very very hot that day, and we had not eaten lunch so we were already pissed off). A small guy in black hurriedly came out of the guest relations office bringing with him the acknowledgment receipt for the cabanas and apologized as the person in charge, according to him, was on a break and there was no reliever around. So why the hell did they give us the runaround? Beats me.

Finally, we were able to pay and get settled inside the very very small and cramped cabana. We left our things and decided to find a place to eat. I did not anticipate the problem of finding anything decent to eat because the website gives you a detailed list of all the restaurants/food carts available—Shakey’s, Kenny Roger’s Roasters, Mini Dampa, and 21 other food stations. Besides, if you are running a resort that prohibits bringing in of food, then it is only reasonable for your guests to expect that there won’t be a shortage of anything to eat, right? Wrong, because we later found out that there were no food establishments other than the ones (methinks are) managed by the owners of the place—two grill stations and another station for chichirya and drinks, all situated in their food court. The only other food stall we found was the hotdog stall which ran out of buns before the afternoon was over. So imagine the line of impatient, hungry people who wanted to eat so they could go back to swimming. Because we did not have any other choice, we bought two small bilaos at P400 each. One bilao contained chopsuey (bland), pork adobo, a piece of fried chicken (leg), salted egg, a tomato and green mango. The other bilao contained about 4 pcs of pork barbecue (because there was no more grilled tilapia), grilled liempo, grilled eggplant, salted egg, a tomato, and green mango. Both came with four cups of rice each. We bought extra adobo for everyone and drinks from the beverage section, and were somehow able to eat.

The obligatory photo op where the resort's name is located. Can you still see my little boy? Wink

After eating, it was decided that Ate Kara, Bong and Jeremy would all try the zipline. Ate Kara went in first and Bong and Jem next. Ate Kara had done it previously in Bulacan so she was excited to try it. But I was really proud of my little boy because he was all smiles as he and Daddy went from one end to the other, giving me and Ate Kara a thumbs up sign when it was over.

Ate Kara trying out the zipline

The little boy being prepared for his zipline experience is all smiles =)

Daddy Bong and Jeremy preparing to go up for the launch

Daddy and Jeremy as they fly for the first time

Close up shot. Ang pogi ng mag-ama ko ah!

Later, because we were with the kids, and we later found out that not all resort attractions were open (because we were told nobody would man the other attractions) and the ones that were open had schedules when they could be used, we just decided to stay at the Agos Grandes and Water Wahoo areas which are very near each other.

Nakakaquota na sa pics si Jem ah. So now we know who Daddy Bong's favorite photography subject is. =)

enjoying the waves

Ate Kara and Anne, my sister

Bubbles, bubbles, bubbly bubbly bubbles...

Much later, Ate Kara, Daddy and Tito Onid tried the Tausug Trails. We did not try the Balsa River because water there was very very dirty. Actually, there wasn’t any place you could call really clean, to think it had just reopened that day.

Tausug Trails with Ate Kara and Tito Onid

But I guess what was important was that the kids enjoyed our little outing. We took photos and you won’t realize how disappointed we were with the whole experience because the kids enjoyed the two attractions we stayed in. Cassie, as expected, had the most to drink. Haha! In fact, she was doing it deliberately in the end. That girl! I almost would have a heart attack every time she did so. We stayed until their closing which was at 6pm. Jeremy and Cassie actually did not want to leave so we had to pretend we were leaving them so they’d finally leave with us.

Mama and Cassie enjoying the waters

Bakit kaya parang naughty ang smile ng little boy?

ang mga cute at isang pa-cute. sino yung pa-cute?

My verdict of Splash Island? Please don’t go there if you want to have real fun and enjoy the day. Either spend the day on the beach, or go find a private resort to ensure water is clean and you have the area to yourselves, not to mention so you could bring your own food. But maybe you could also find a nice and decent public pool which does not charge the exorbitant fees Splash Island charges its hapless and unsuspecting victims visitors. Oh, and they charge separate fees for the zipline, and the wall climbing. Splash Island Management, we were told is new, or so, that’s what their website says. But then I guess the new owners haven’t learned their lesson. Unless they do something to improve not just their facilities, but also their services, and how they manage the place, I am pretty sure it wouldn’t be too long before it closes to the public. Again. But this time, it might just be for good.

So now what? I am already 35, that’s what it all is about. Belated Happy Birthday to me. And to you all who took the time to greet me here, or via text and/or FB, thanks so much! Life still has so much to offer and I say, bring it on!

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Not all that ends well, is well…well.

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Category : family, Motherhood and parenting, musings

My last post here was actually about practically all of us in the family getting sick. I honestly thought that would be the last I’d talk about any of us getting sick, but here I am again.

If you think you don’t want to be bored reading about what happened and why I haven’t been posting lately, then, please, close this tab or go look for another blog post to read, because yeah, the saga continues.

Remember our little boy Jeremy getting sick and being hospitalized for bronchopneumonia and asthma? And Cassie, albeit just confined at home, getting sick, too? Well, their pediatrician suggested that we bring them back to her when they recover from that bug to be tested for primary complex. That was exactly what we did. So Last Saturday, Feb 12, Bong and I brought them back to her. She did the skin test (which was really painful, I know. I hate skin tests, too) and she asked us to tell her what happens after 48-72 hours. Right away when that thing was injected on them, they developed a lump which became larger and redder as the hour progressed. That was a natural reaction, the pedia said, but we had to wait until Monday to determine if they would test positive.

Monday came, and what do you know, both Jeremy and Cassie were positive for primary complex. Jeremy’s induration measured 1cm, while Cassie’s was 1.5cm. To be declared negative for primary complex, it has to be less than 1cm.

Tuesday, I brought them both to their pedia wherefore I was given instructions on how to administer their meds. Treatment would go for 6 months, during which we have to be dedicated because missing it once would mean us going back to square one.

If you don’t know yet, Primary Complex is simply put, children’s TB. Yes, tuberculosis. When they tested positive for it, I was almost depressed. I mean, how could they have this, when we take pains in making sure they are well taken care of? I found myself asking where they got it, or if we, ourselves, both Bong and I, were carriers. Without us knowing, we might have passed it on to them. But what was more probable was one of the yayas passing this on to them. We really don’t know anymore who to blame. Besides, there is no time for this.

Just to be sure, both Bong and I decided to have xrays done on us, too. We were both cleared, btw. So it couldn’t have been any of us. It might have come then, from any of our past yayas. We were advised by our pedia, then, to have everyone checked from now on. If we are getting new yayas, they should undergo blood tests and have xrays done to ensure that they don’t infect our kids anymore.

The only silver lining I see from what happened, is that primary complex is not contagious. Meaning, the kids can’t infect anybody. It’s an adult who has TB that can infect kids and adults alike.

And what of Ate Kara? She underwent an ultrasound last Monday as this one has been put off too long. After her operation in 2008 where her right ovary was taken out, her doctor wanted her to have an ultrasound. But you know when everything gets well and you put off something that would remind you of a harrowing experience such as what she underwent? Well, that’s what happened, I put off the ultrasound until recently when she felt pain again, which she later attributed to dysmenorrhea. But this time, she had to undergo that ultrasound. And she did. And there, we were told that she had PCOS, or polycystic ovary syndrome. This means the eggs she produces don’t mature. They just get bigger and bigger. She also produces more male hormones than is necessary. (You know that we all produce a little of the opposite sex’s hormones, right?) These are the reasons she has more pimples, she gains weight easily even when she doesn’t eat too much, and her height is tall for her age.

We were told that she can’t take pills yet as she is still very young, besides, she menstruates regularly (to treat this, those contraceptive pills should be taken. But yeah, those should be taken by more mature women, not my baby) So the regimen is for her to lose weight, eat more fruits and vegetables, eat less carbo, and exercise. I am hoping that this will really improve her condition.

So what now? I really don’t know. I would like to stay positive and think that with diligence and patience, we would all come out of this still intact and stronger. And again, if you can, please say a prayer for our family. What’s keeping me sane is the thought that all these, shall pass in time.

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OT:  If you are a WordPress user and haven’t upgraded yet to Version 3.0.5, I recommend that you wait till those in WP have already fixed the bug that seems to be there. When I tried writing a new post, those editing buttons in my Admin panel just wouldn’t show up. I have tried researching and saw that a lot of those who upgraded to the new version are very dissatisfied. What I did was to write this post and then try to edit it. Only then did the editing buttons appear. What a bummer, right? I hope the soon-to-be-released WP 3.1 version will be able to fix the bugs. Those in WP also said that the problems seem to be coming from plugins that use  JQuery, but knowing nothing about JQuery or whatever its use is, I didn’t understand. What I know is that after updating to 3.0.5, this problem started. Oh well.

Shoo bug, don’t bother us

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Category : family, Motherhood and parenting, musings

Been away for a while. No, make that a long time. After all, a week is already long in my standards. For some unexplainable reason, practically all of us in the family got sick.

It was Jeremy who was first to get sick. It only started with vomiting, followed by coughing and then fever. When this happens, I immediately know that this would be another bad case of asthma. A trip to the pedia confirmed our fears, and so a treatment plan was devised. While this was happening, Cassie started vomiting and coughing, too. After two days without Jeremy improving, we brought him and Cassie again to their pedia and this time, we were advised it would be best for Jeremy to be admitted to the hospital. Cassie already had a mild asthma attack but nothing that nebulizations and a few meds could not take care of. That was Monday, January 25. So Jeremy was admitted to MDI New Sinai Hospital in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. That day though, both Bong and I had a terrible headache, with me vomiting my dinner and Bong having a slight fever. But we both stayed in the hospital with Jeremy. Cassie was left with my sister Anne at my mom’s.

The day after, I was advised by my sister that Cassie had fever the whole night before, while one of the yayas already had diarrhea. I asked Bong to go home and take care of Cassie while I stayed with Jeremy, and to bring Cassie for a check up with the pulmo pedia that afternoon. While Jeremy was in the hospital, Cassie was given a new treatment plan. I decided to go home with her later that night as I had, at the time, already developed a slight fever. Bong was  to remain in the hospital with Jeremy from that day on. Cassie needed me more at home as Jeremy was getting all the necessary care from his daddy and the medical staff of the hospital.

It proved to be a wise decision as that night, while staying with Cassie at my mom’s, it was my sister, Anne who would have countless trips to the comfort room because she was vomiting and having diarrhea at the same time. Needless to say, she spent practically the whole night inside the CR. (My mom was not spared, either. Earlier that day, she also vomited a few times.)

So while I was also sick myself, I had to single-handedly handle Cassie’s medications including her nebulizations. The next day, Wednesday, the yaya who had recovered from diarrhea was asked to join Bong in the hospital as Bong was also sick with diarrhea and a bit of a fever. And what do you know, that day, I also had a bout with diarrhea aside from the on-and-off fever and pounding headache. The remaining yaya also got sick, and you guessed it right, diarrhea again.

Following day, Thursday, it seemed as if we got our break. There was still the slight fever, but at least the diarrhea and pounding headache have stopped. Bong was much better, too. My sister, my mom and both yayas have fully recovered, too. Jeremy was also so much better, prancing around in his hospital room, pushing that movable pole where his dextrose was hanging, and being his makulit self again. He even ate his hospital food which consisted of rice and a small tilapia, which, again, he fully-consumed. (Prior to this, while in the hospital, his main diet consisted of lumpiang shanghai and a little rice.) We were told Jeremy was ready to be discharged the following day. He just needed to complete the last dose of the steroids injected intravenously. Final diagnosis was a bacterial infection which resulted to bronchopneumonia with asthmatic component. And what about Cassie? At home, she seemed worse. If, when her pedia first saw her on Monday, she was still ok, this time, she was coughing a lot. This, even with round-the-clock meds. It was a good thing that Ate Kara, who thankfully did not get infected with the bug, helped with Cassie’s medications.

On Friday, January 28, we brought Jeremy home from the hospital before lunch, but almost immediately after reaching home, we were rushing back to the hospital in time for Cassie’s pedia appointment. Their pedia, Dr. Lorelei Villado confirmed my worst fears: that she had gotten worse, and her breathing had become much laboured. She was given a second treatment plan, and we were advised to be in touch with the doctor as she had to determine if Cassie would have to be admitted to the hospital. So while Jeremy was recovering very well, it was Cassie who was now very sick. Again.

Saturday passed by quietly. Bong and I had planned on celebrating that day as it was our 6th anniversary as a married couple but how could we, when the kids have yet to fully recover? I just cooked seafood penne pasta for dinner, bought lumpiang shanghai from Max’s (Have I told you before that lumpiang shanghai is Jeremy’s favorite?), Bong bought a small cake from Red Ribbon, and we just ate a quiet dinner with the family. Unfortunately, Cassie was still coughing a lot. It also didn’t help that for a week already, she did not have the appetite for almost anything. I have to devise ways to encourage her to eat so she could take her antibiotics.

Yesterday, Sunday, while hearing mass, my prayers were for Jeremy to continue recovering, and for Cassie to please recover quickly. She’s been sick for a week now. Can’t say we neglected her. It’s just that she started out so well, only for her to get worse. Doc says the bug may have set in late but it was already there. Methinks it’s like that proverbial thief in the night, rearing its ugly head just when we thought  everything was finally falling into place. L We changed her treatment plan yesterday, and it seems she is slightly responding. At least she was able to smile last night, eat a little, play a little, and sleep without the coughing bothering her. I am keeping my fingers crossed. Bong and I left them to the care of the two yayas. They’re staying at my mom’s because we believe they’d be better supervised there.

What now? I am still hopeful. More hopeful than ever, that this is just temporary, like a bad dream we’d wake up from in a while. Yesterday during Mass, the priest gave a very beautiful but simple homily. The Gospel was about the Beatitudes. It was, I believe, God’s way of talking to us and assuring us that there, truly, is light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. The Beatitudes talk about how, in our despair, our nothingness, our loneliness, God is there not just to give hope, but to take away those that are keeping us from appreciating the life that we have. I believe that all this is a blessing in disguise…that we will rise from this a stronger, more loving, and more spiritually-close family.

(Please excuse the grammar. I don’t have the time to edit this. I just felt the need to post this so I could update friends who ask how we have been. And while you’re at it, can you please, please, please, say a prayer for my little girl, Cassie. You don’t even have to say a lengthy one. Just a heartfelt wish for her to recover, because I believe in the power of prayer…that if there are more than one who pray, God will hear them and grant their most fervent wish. Thank you!)

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