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What is more fun in the Philippines? At dahil uso na rin lang naman ang gumawa ng mga kung anik-anik tungkol sa hashtag na ItsMoreFunInThePhilippines, I made some myself. Dami pa kong gustong gawin pero ito lang muna:     ...

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Happy new year! I was going to post this as my Facebook Status Message but decided against it since I am "Facebook-friends" with a looooot of my officemates and I am pretty sure, I would be ribbed nonstop if they read...

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Chic-boy's not so chickboy response A few nights ago, on Monday, December 12, to be exact, while browsing Facebook, I came across a post about a customer who wrote a very emotional albeit funny "break-up" letter with her favorite fastfood...

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Rock the Riles for Human Rights The International Human Rights Day is celebrated every December 10th. (That's a very special day to me because that's also my hubby, Bong's birthday!) In the Philippines, there is a volunteer group  called...

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Say hey, Teacher A! A friend’s blogpost about a teacher from her 9-year old brother’s school has become viral. In it, she criticizes the computer teacher for giving an assignment that directed her grade three students...

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What is more fun in the Philippines?

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

At dahil uso na rin lang naman ang gumawa ng mga kung anik-anik tungkol sa hashtag na ItsMoreFunInThePhilippines, I made some myself. Dami pa kong gustong gawin pero ito lang muna:

 

 

Breakfast food for dinner. More fun in the Philippines

Nung isang gabi, bigla akong sinumpong ng kagustuhang kumain ng sardinas for dinner.  Hindi naman ako naglilihi dahil kahit nung nagbubuntis ako e hindi nauso sa akin ang lihi lihi.  Pero kung bakit ba naman hindi ko pa naigigisa e natitikman ko na ang sarap ng ginisang sardinas. At para maging totoong breakfast ang dinner ko e binigyan ko pa siya ng partner: ang hot choco na ginawa ni Daddy Bong. Ito ay gawa sa tablea na freshly-made sa Batangas. Taga Batangas kasi ang father-in-law ko at galing sila dun. Smile

 

 

Feeding tigers. more fun in the philippines

This photo was taken during our trip to Tagaytay, sa Residence Inn Zoo in 2010, where for a fee, you get your photo taken while feeding kuning kuning a baby tiger. Since it was Ate Kara’s birthday and she wanted a photo op with the tiger, gora kami at isinama pa sa photo op ang pagkakulit kulit na si Jeremy, whose other hand I had to hold for fear na hahablutin na lang niya ang tiger. E pag nagkataon, baka kami ang maging merienda, dinner at midnight snack ni baby tiger. Smile

 

Getting sunburnt. more fun in the philippines

Hindi pa ba naman obvious na sobrang sunburnt/sunburned na dito ang bunso namin? masama pa ang loob nung pinaahon. This photo was taken in Panglao, Bohol when we went there in July. Smile This year, gusto namin silang madala for the first time sa Boracay. Good luck naman kung me murang plane fare papunta dun Smile

 

praying. more fun in the philippines

At dahil alam na ng lahat kung gaano kamaldita ang bunso namin, palagay ko maniniwala kayong lahat pag sinabi kong, Praying is really more fun in the Philippines. At para sa hindi pa nakakaalam, ganito ang evening prayer namin palagi:

All: Sign of the Cross.

All: Prayer of praise and thanks–for our lives, for giving us another day, for all the blessings.

All: Prayer for blessings where we ask God to bless each and everyone especially the people we mention. (family, friends, teachers, shop employees/workers)

All: Prayer to our Guardian Angel.

All: Amen.

Tapos ay ito:

Mama: Saint Magdalene of Canossa,

Jeremy and Cassie: Pray for us and give us your spirit

Mama: Saint Josephine Bakhita

Jeremy and Cassie: Pray for us and give us your guidance.

All: Sign of the Cross.

Jeremy and Cassie: Goodbye, Classmates. See you tomorrow. God bless you. Be good!

 

Oo, meron talagang ganyan sa huli. Si Jeremy ang nagpauso nito dahil sa kanilang school, bago umalis ay may prayer at yan ang sinasabi nila matapos nilang magdasal. Akala niya hanggang ngayon, e parte yan ng prayer. Si Cassie, palibhasa parrot, ay nasaulo na at naguunahan silang matapos sabihin ang panghuling linyang iyan.

At dahil dito natatapos ang blogpost kong ito, ang masasabi ko lang ay: Goodbye, blogmates. See you tomorrow. God bless you! Be good!

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Happy new year!

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Category : family, life outside work, musings

I was going to post this as my Facebook Status Message but decided against it since I am “Facebook-friends” with a looooot of my officemates and I am pretty sure, I would be ribbed nonstop if they read this so I decided to write it here (and I am thinking very few, if any, of them know of this site.)

When Bong came home from work, he saw the blouses I bought on the bed. (I am actually pretty proud of them because they were picked out by our overly makulit little boy, Jeremy, who was given the assignment of picking out my blouses from amongst those on the racks so he wouldn’t run around like crazy once he got bored while I was shopping.)

 

Bong: Wow, ang ganda nito (looking at a black blouse). Anong size?

Me: Small

Bong: Ah kasi dun sa malalaki to? (read: plus-size section)

Me: %$^&$@#! sa regular size section galing yan noh!

 

Happy new year to me!

Chic-boy’s not so chickboy response

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Category : life outside work, musings

A few nights ago, on Monday, December 12, to be exact, while browsing Facebook, I came across a post about a customer who wrote a very emotional albeit funny “break-up” letter with her favorite fastfood restaurant, Chic-Boy. I was immediately drawn to it because Chic-boy has become my favorite resto, too. Anyway, the author of that post, Sigrid Andrea Bernardo, apparently a writer, director and actress, narrated what happened to her on November 21 at the Chic-Boy Timog branch.

After reading it, I immediately thought of the Cebu Lechon Liempo meal waiting for me on our dining table, courtesy of Daddy Bong. He knows how I so love Chic-Boy that a few nights even, he asked if I’d be ok with just eating at Chic-Boy whenever we’d go out on dates. I didn’t hesitate when I said yes because really, their Cebu Lechon Liempo is just to die for, IMO. I was seriously debating within if I would eat it knowing that my husband lovingly went out of his way to buy me that pasalubong. It was already nearing midnight, but before coming to my final decision, I decided to read what Chic-Boy in its FB fanpage, had to say. And what they said there stunned me. But instead of publicly telling them what I thought, I decided to write them a private message instead. Here’s what I wrote:

I decided to message you in private since I don’t want to be just another person who wants to be embroiled in a controversy.

I love Chicboy. I have loved it eversince I first tasted the lechon liempo and sisig meal in Cityplace Divisoria two weeks ago. Since then, I have declared I would patronize it whenever I see a branch nearby. And since then, my husband, knowing how I love it, has been bringing me pasalubong from chicboy. Last week, we ate at Chicboy central mall in Biñan. He asked me if he could bring to a chicboy everytime we would have a date and I happily said yes. Tonight when he came home, he had another pasalubong for me. From Chicboy. It is now waiting for me on the dining table.

I have to admit, when I read the post, I thought of throwing it away and told myself I would never eat there anymore, not so much my doubt on the food’s cleanliness and fitness for consumption as the way chicboy is handling the whole controversy. You guys should learn about crisis management. It was clear that the author of that post only wanted you to apologize but no one, according to her did so. In fact, you went the other way (around) and showed defiance. The author was clearly pissed because she went to the place to enjoy your food but instead she ate something you can’t deny wasn’t there in the same way you can’t prove it was placed there on purpose to discredit you.

Now you are even threatening to sue her for libel because you were emboldened by people who said they would support you. You havve the money and means and maybe even clout to wage war against her. You will probably win the lawsuit but I hope you will also be able to prove yourselves and all that you did not have a liability and that that girl was really just out to get you and she was indeed being paid by somebody to ruin your reputation because if you can’t, then you will be judged accordingly.

I hope you will really do everything to make sure that sanitation is of great importance, and most especially, that you value your customers. You are not perfect so I hope you also know that the author might just have been telling the truth and in so doing, simply wanted an apology which you denied (apparently.) After all, I am pretty sure you know these things sometimes really happen.

In the end, I will still eat my husband’s chicboy pasalubong to me this evening. Masarap naman talaga ang chicboy. But I also hope you will learn how to deal with problems like this properly. And blaming the customer is not one of them especially when there is another customer who experienced almost the same thing in another branch.

If you will ask me if I believe that girl and what she said she experienced, then yes, I believe she was saying the truth. But would I stop eating at chicboy? No. I will still patronize chicboy, but with the hope that it will learn to do things correctly. And I hope it will start by reaching out to the disgruntled customer and apologizing as you should have done in the first place.

More power to you and I hope this incident will only make your resolve to keep sanitation and cleanliness, as well as good customer service your top priorities at all times. Thank you and Merry Christmas!

After sending this message to the Chicboy FB Fanpage, I went to eat Daddy Bong’s Chicboy pasalubong. Later, I decided to check my FB and lo and behold! Chicboy responded to my message. In it, Chicboy wrote:

Hello Kaye, thank you for your message. The incident as she claimed happened Nov 21. It is our policy to first apologize for any untoward incident or inconvenience we have caused our customers. She said in her FB post that she even went back that same night to talk to the franchisee. If she was not able to talk to the franchisee, why didn’t she write a letter to the franchisee? Why didn’t she write a letter to the franchisor? Why didn’t she text or call our Hotline. The complaint number is printed on our receipt? We are wondering why it took her 3 weeks before she decided to write about it in FB?

We are not threatening to sue her. We will sue her to find out the real story.

Thank you and Have a Merry Christmas too.

I thought the reply from Chicboy was not just defensive, it even reeked of arrogance, so I decided to reply to their message. I wrote:

If you will look at her post, she said that three weeks have passed without any word from you. I think she was clearly expecting an answer, a reaction from you which she did not get after complaining verbally that day, prompting her to post the incident on facebook. One thing I have learned from being a PR practitioner myself, is to always respond to a crisis the earliest possible time. You question her inability to file a formal complaint with your office yet you cannot say what you resolved to do after she verbally complained about her food. I think you should realize that not all customers would write letters of complaint, nor text or call your hotline to report what happened. You should realize that the easiest way for people to vent their frustrations is through social media. Never mind if it happened yesterday, a week before, three weeks even. Social networking sites have made it possible for things to go viral in just a few seconds. Yours is an example.

In any case, if you think she was amiss in doing what you thought was the correct thing to do, you were also amiss in that you let the problem sit there without realizing you were leaving it to hatch on its own. You were not proactive enough to solve the problem once it presented itself. Now, what you are doing is damage control, so to speak, by attacking back. You probably thought that girl would be content seething privately and was taken aback when you realized that like you, she wouldn’t take things sitting down. If, on the other hand, you will say you did not know about the problem until that post and the photos appeared on facebook, then the branch manager where the incident happened, has a lot of explaining to do, or else, you did not train your people to handle crises well enough, in which case, this proves to be a lesson difficult enough to learn from.

Also, you have been telling everyone that it is your policy to apologize the moment something goes wrong, yet nowhere in your page/profile does it say that the staff of the said branch clearly apologized for what happened. Saying it is one thing as opposed to actually doing it. Please don’t get me wrong. I am not antagonising you. I am just trying to give an alternative way of looking at things without being just overly critical. I really hope you will be able to get through this with everything still intact. And if you want to know, I enjoyed my chicboy dinner a while ago very much. As usual, the rice was cooked perfectly (believe me, mang inasal wouldn’t stand a chance! And I ate one just last Friday.) and the lechon was so tasty as usual.

Oh and if you want to know why I am suddenly very interested in this aside from the fact that I love Chicboy so much, it is because I am a customer myself who would maybe do the same if “properly” provoked. that is also why I explained to you how I see what happened.

 

After that, and until now, I never heard from Chic-boy. At the time, they hadn’t filed a case (tho I really don’t know if they have filed one already) against the author of the FB post, but they no longer responded to me. Maybe because they didn’t think I was worth responding to after all. Haha. Thing is, the way I see things, this is purely a PR crisis. Had they known how to respond properly to the customer, they might have kept this under wraps.  I also found their accusation against the author absurd. Telling everybody that the customer might have been hired to do a demolition job against the restaurant, or simply was trying to get attention for herself was plain dumb and lame. Where else in the world is the customer always not right? In this country of course! and when you complain about bad service in whatever form, you get branded as publicity-hungry or a hired demolition expert, or worse, you get sued for trying to stand up for your rights.

Going into the F&B business is really not a walk in the park. However, more than that, I think we can all learn a thing or two about customer service with the story above. I hope all have learned their lesson well.

 

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Rock the Riles for Human Rights

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Category : life outside work, musings

The International Human Rights Day is celebrated every December 10th. (That’s a very special day to me because that’s also my hubby, Bong’s birthday!) In the Philippines, there is a volunteer group  called RockEd Philippines which provides venues for alternative education on today’s most pressing current issues especially those involving the Eight Millenium goals, and of course, human rights.

RockEd (Rocking Society through Alternative Education)  Philippines has been, for years, providing alternative education in various places which include, among others, bars, restaurants, soccer fields, art galleries, and the like. They do these through music, the arts, poetry, fashion, graphic design, literature, film, etc. The main movers/convenors of the group belong to the who’s who in the Philippine society. Its founder is and Executive Director is Gang Badoy.

This year, to celebrate the World Human Rights Day, RockEd is staging the 7th Rock the Riles Concert on December 11, 2011 at 8 MRT Stations. The 8 simultaneous concerts will feature more than 80 bands/performers. the best thing about this, is they are for free! There is much to know about Human Rights, and there is no better way to find out more about them than, IMO, attending a concert, having fun with family and/or friends, and not paying for it. Right?

I think it’s good that organizations are doing everything to educate especially the young on current pressing issues by using alternative forms of education. I remember attending the MTV Exit Concert against Human Trafficking last October 29. So many young people attended it, had fun listening to the country’s top bands perform, and knew more about what human trafficking really constitutes. These days, classrooms really aren’t the only places young people learn so it’s a good thing that more of these kinds are being done now.

Then again, these concerts aren’t just for the youth. They are also for the young-at-heart so it would be nice, too, to bring that family outing to the MRT stations this Sunday. Smile

According to Gang’s tumblr site, the 8 stations and their performers are as follow:

 

TAFT STATION

Tanya Markova, Giniling Festival, Stonefree, Soapdish, Above Zero, Wika, Heavy Heavies, Hatankaru, AJKA, Soundvent, Eevee, Letter Day Story, Kaligta, Kilos, Circa, Not So Fast, Philia, and Ciudad Tribu — Rocking vs Hunger.

CUBAO STATION

Noel Cabangon, Paramita, Hijo, Hilera, Turbo Goth, Camerawalls, FMD, Top Junk, Chongkeys, Ganhava, Alex in Wonderland, Miko Pepito, Faintlights, Allecia, Nityalila, OG Sacred, Midsummer, LTNS, and Toyo. Presented by Dakila — Rocking for Global Trade and Development.

SHAW STATION

Paolo Santos, Silent Sanctuary, Peryodiko, Duster, Kala, Gracenote, Kai Honasan, and Playphonics — Rocking for Education.

AYALA STATION

Radioactive Sago Project, UpDharmaDownm Encounters With A Yeti, Musical O, Sleepwalk Circus, Hidden Nikki, The Charmes, Not Another Boy Band, Dr.Strangeluv, and Akasha. Presented by Terno Recordings — Rocking for the Environment.

BONI STATION

Flippin’ Soul Stompers, Collie Herb, Good Leaf, Tarsius, The Go Signals, Fingertrap, Jeepney Joyride, The Strangeness, Nanay Mo, Tirso Cruise Three, FilterKeen, Kevin’s Express, and Big Band Groove — Rocking for Gender Equality.

BUENDIA STATION

Intolerant, Reklamo, Bad Burn, Odat, Trapeze, Penguin, Pull It Surprise, Sirens, Save Me Hollywood, Jejaview, Htachbanko, Around the Metro, Lady Ransom, Jensen Gomez, Archievals, Harlequin Carnival, and Sleep — Rocking vs HIV/AIDS, Malaria, and Preventable Diseases.

QUEZON AVE STATION

CinemAlexis Film Showing — Rocking for Maternal Health.

NORTH AVE STATION

Mayonnaise, Tonight We Sleep, Hansom, Subscapular, Sirens, Chris Cantanda, Shoulder State, Lights in Transit, Arcadia, PileDriver, Wilderness, and Twin Lobster. Presented by Mary Moon Productions — Rocking for Children’s Health.

 

Happy International Human Rights Day! And of course, a very happy birthday to my one and only Bong. But this is definitely another story Wink

 

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Say hey, Teacher A!

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

A friend’s blogpost about a teacher from her 9-year old brother’s school has become viral. In it, she criticizes the computer teacher for giving an assignment that directed her grade three students to access their facebook accounts or make one if they don’t have one; search for a particular page, like the page, and then like an entry in that page’s pageant. The entry happens to be the teacher’s daughter participating in that contest.

Anyway, the sheet of paper with the printed instructions regarding the assignment also says that liking that page may only be done from November 30 to December 1 and that it will be part of the students’ graded activity on those days, and will be checked from December 1 to 2 only.

I found out about this when I saw Ayla’s twitter status about the assignment last November 29. Of course, having had countless instances when I had to call the attention of my children’s teachers and schools, I know how it feels when they, supposedly paragons of integrity choose to violate their own values and impose the same on others, and worse still, on their students.  And that was what happened.

What I can’t understand is why the teacher, even knowing it was a grave mistake on her part, and after offering an apology, still tried to save face by saying that the assignment was an exercise at finding out if the (innocent, unsuspecting) students could follow instructions. She went on to say that what she meant by her instructions on the paper was for the students to ask the help of their parents in setting up an FB account, or to just ask to use their parents’ FB account. Duh, those instructions were certainly not written on the paper, so I am thinking this teacher expected these 9-year olds to read between the lines? C’mon!

She also said it was graded so her students’ and their parents’ efforts won’t go to waste. Duh.

Everybody certainly commits mistakes. We’re humans, after all, and that teacher was not exempt from being foolish from time to time. But to insult one’s intelligence by making everybody believe this was what she intended, is certainly unacceptable. The excuses this teacher came up with were not just lame, they were downright stupid. Why don’t we just call a spade, a spade? She already apologized. That should have been the end of it. She apologised profusely especially since she was thoughtless enough to sacrifice other people’s interest but she should have stopped there. She shouldn’t have given all those excuses to try and save her face because it did more damage to an already mutilated, trampled upon character.

But then, a lot has been said about this. What I found compelling to write about were comments I read which said that my blogger friend, Ayla, shouldn’t have written at once about the incident, that she should have just brought up the matter with the teacher and the school, and not posted it on her site for everybody to feast on. Moreover, she shouldn’t have “exploited” the teacher’s daughter by posting her photos in her site as proof of the teacher’s wrong doing. Wrong, wrong, wrong comments.

I say whoever wrote those comments should have also thought about a lot of things.

In my experience, just bringing it up with the teacher, the adviser, and even the principal, a lot of times, does not suffice. Take my case for example. My daughter Kara’s adviser when she was in first year high school asked all of them to submit to him a recordable CD each, and for each group in the class, a manila paper, without explaining to all what these requirements were for. (The school has 5 sections per year level) How much do a CD and  manila paper cost? I think you’d agree with me if I say it’s almost negligible especially since the kids are in a private sectarian school, which means money, most of the time, is not an issue. Besides, you can buy a CD for less than ten pesos, and a piece of manila paper for even a third of a CD’s cost. I can’t remember how I found out about this, but I remember asking my daughter what those were for, and when she disclosed they weren’t told what they were for, I immediately sought an appointment with the principal. There, we all found out that those things were not sanctioned by the school and that it was actually illegal for the teacher to require these from the students, no matter how cheap they might be.

And how about that instance when a math teacher who was quiz master of the Math contest in the school, wanted to turn a blind eye on a contestant who cheated with her answer? If not for my daughter’s conscience, (my daughter happened to be a watcher during the contest) that matter would not have been brought up and the teacher and student would not have been made to answer for that. It just bothered me, too, that when Kara told the teacher about what happened, the teacher asked them not to say anything about it. Since she could not just forget about it, she narrated to me what happened. I called the attention of the school and told the directress how this undermined my daughter’s confidence and trust on the teacher.

Moreover, very recently, my daughter’s social studies teacher gave her a very low mark because in his own words, Kara failed to submit her notebook on time, and that practically constituted the whole social studies grade. (The notebook was graded as part of her seat works grade, which meant it was preposterous for him to have based her grade on it) When I sought his audience and asked Kara to join us, we found out Kara was the only one who submitted her notebook in advance, which the teacher failed to note, and not finding her notebook among those who were submitted on the day he told the students to submit them, he assumed she was late in her submission. I wrote Kara’s adviser a lengthy letter venting my frustrations, even talking with her recently where the adviser admitted she already brought the subject matter up to the principal.  Until now, even if I already went through the usual channels, that issue has not been resolved (tho I still plan to talk with the Principal one of these days.)

These are just three of the recent things that happened involving different teachers. I have other stories involving other teachers, but prefer not to mention them here anymore. (Those teachers are no longer with the school, thank God, though the school did not fire them.)

So what am I saying? That there are times when you should really speak up. Looking back, if maybe I vented my frustrations in my blog site aside from talking directly with the teachers and the school administrators, and then letting them know about what I wrote, I might have sent them more clearly my message, that they should ensure that their teachers’ integrity is not compromised, because the issues I bring up with the school seem to be recycled year after year, in different forms. Maybe they’d have been more mindful of how their teachers conduct themselves especially when they are in school, in front of the class. Maybe they’d have taken me more seriously. Now, Ayla’s blogpost being read by more would surely ensure that the school stays vigilant.

Which brings me to the next point. Had Ayla not written about what happened (like what I have done in the past) this matter wouldn’t have gotten the attention it deserved. I can’t understand why people objected to Ayla’s post, telling her she was unduly subjecting the little girl to humiliation and exploitation when the very mother of that child already subjected her to humiliation and exploitation in the first place. It was not Ayla who said she was going to do everything, make “magic” even, to secure a win in that contest. The mother and the organizers of the contest certainly did not see anything wrong with publishing the children’s photos in Facebook, I don’t know why it would mean any different now. But then Ayla already took out the photo so this should at least give them assurance she was not out to exploit the little girl. She only used those photos because they were posted in Facebook for the world to see. I feel for that little girl and pity her if only because I also have young children and the thought would never occur to me to peddle them like housewares on some stage or even in social networking sites.

Next, it’s also not correct to say that she was seeking publicity. Hello. Haven’t we all forgotten it was the teacher who sought publicity in the first place by asking her innocent students to like that page at all cost? While Ayla’s post most surely earned fame, it still is not correct to say that that was what she sought when she wrote that blog post. It’s not her fault, too, if some of those who left comments in that blog post chose to forget the issues she presented and decided to use foul words to air their side.

I hope this latest incident becomes a big lesson to all especially to teachers who have been given the very sensitive task of molding young minds. I remember when Kara was much younger. Every time I needed to write the teacher for corrections, I would have to gently tell her that her teachers are good teachers, but sometimes, they commit mistakes, too, and we can only help them realize those so they don’t commit them again. I had to do this because I did not want her to antagonize her teachers and I wanted her to still respect them. But most of all, I wanted her to realize that it’s ok to stand up for your rights. If you don’t, no one might.

 

 

 

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I am closing this post for comments since I wrote this not to gain popularity myself (I am a journ graduate, and even if this does not have anything to do with what I wrote, some irresponsible people might think I am doing this in order to gain popularity since that’s supposedly what mass comm majors do. Duh) but to say my take on the issue. I am also not linking this to Ayla’s post since I don’t want to be accused of seeking more readers. I don’t have political ambitions, anyway. I am just a concerned mother who was alarmed by what happened, and who can definitely relate to her experience.

Oh and btw, like some people who left their comment in the blog post,  I believe the issue will later be twisted in favor of the unethical teacher. Hello poor vs rich, teachers-don’t-get-too-much, corruption-in-DepEd, cyber-bullying, etc. issues! I am expecting these would further blur what the whole thing was originally about. I am hopeful this post will help correct those.

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I need a staycation!

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

(I wrote this blogpost last Monday, November 21, and because I’m busy as he**, I was able to post this just now. I also thought I’d be able to accompany this post with photos taken during our EK trip, but I am not sure if ate Kara has already downloaded the photos from the digicam, so I am posting this even with the absence of the said photos.)

 

Today, Monday, I feel like holing up inside the bedroom and just resting and sleeping, and maybe playing Unblock Me in my phone for hours on end. The weekend had just ended, I know, but it was a tiring, albeit fun weekend for us as we were out of the house most of the time. Still, it was tiring, hence, the wish to just stay in bed (oh, I also got the idea from US Sec. of State Hillary Clinton. When she was asked what her dream 3-day vacation would be, she said she’d pack her bags, head home, and just stay in bed for three straight days. Now, that’s what I feel like doing!)

Anyway, I guess I don’t have a reason to complain because as I said, the weekend may have passed too quickly but we enjoyed it nevertheless. Saturday, after lunch, we headed to Enchanted Kingdom, which is, well, just a few minutes drive from our place in Sta. Rosa. When we got there, the place was teeming with kids. And teachers. And I mean, kids, because apparently, DepEd scheduled an excursion to EK. There was a group that came from Pampanga, another from Cavite, and I don’t know where else. But since that was sort of our birthday gift to our Ate Kim who takes care of Jeremy, and who is going to celebrate her 18th birthday on November 26, Bong and I decided to take care of the two kids and allowed our Ate Kim, Ate Melody and Ate Kara to queue up for the different rides. We also wanted them to enjoy their first time in EK, so just like what happened when we went to EK last year, Bong and I were suuuper duper tired at the end of the day. But this time, to ensure that the kids won’t be too tired walking, we rented a stroller for each, and that actually speeded up things. We were able to ride Up, Up and Away, the Grand Carousel, the Boulderville Express, the mini egg ferris wheel called Stone Eggs, and the kids rode the Air Pterodactyl, and the Dinosaurus. We also watched the 4D movie (where we had to pay a separate fee of P60 each). Jem also rode the bump car (called Dodgem) with dadddy.  According to Bong, Jem was telling off all the kids who bumped them. Ang sungit ng little boy ko. Haha!

For their part, the three Ates rode Anchors Away, space shuttle, Rialto, and the Flying Fiesta, aside from watching the 4D movie with us. It would have been an ultimately fun experience if the queuing time were shortened, but owing to the fact that it’s peak season, and there were a lot of guests, one had to wait for at least 30 minutes to an hour in order to ride most of the more exciting park rides like Space Shuttle, Jungle Log Jam, and Rio Grande.

Later at 7pm, we went to the Food court and settled near the stage to eat and wait for the Pupil’s show to start. We bought our food from Karate Kid, and at about 8:00 pm, the show, featuring Pupil, started. Ely Buendia, was, of course, the main attraction. The band sang about 8 songs and after that, Ely quickly left. How I wished it were Parokya on stage instead. Parokya is a friendlier band, methinks. Suplado si Ely. Hehe. Shortly after, the fireworks started. We just stayed until after the three ates could finish their Rialto ride, and then after that, we headed home.

The following morning, Ate Kara and I woke up early to attend the Parent-Child activity in her school, aptly titled “Ganito kami noon, Bakit ganito na kayo ngayon…Anak, add mo ko, chat tayo” Cheesy title, really, but the talk, which Salesian priest Fr. GC Carandang facilitated, was really worth waking up early in the morning for. He gave insights as to how the young think nowadays, and what parents can do in order to catch up. Gone are the days when parents could impose their rules and the kids won’t be able to do anything but abide by them. Kids nowadays need to be nurtured and understood, because of the many things they could turn to, if not given proper care. I am pretty confident of my relationship with Ate Kara because, well, I’d say we are good friends and she knows she can talk with me about anything, tho she also knows that I have to mother her when needed. I also don’t have qualms about kissing and hugging her, or telling her I love her even when there are other people around. Yup, I am makulit like that. And I think she knows that no matter how old she gets, I will still give those kisses and hugs spontaneously, and I will always tell her I love her til she gets tired of me. J We were done at 1pm, which meant I had to go to mass with her at 4:30 pm. Bong, the kids, and our two ates already heard mass earlier at 12 noon.

After hearing the 4:30 mass, Bong fetched me and Kara, and we headed to do some grocery shopping. I realized that the kids’ baon stash had already been depleted earlier. Panong di mauubos, e nireraid nila yung pantry and cupboards, not to mention the fridge, every now and then? We were done grocery shopping at about 8pm and we headed home after that. But my day hadn’t ended yet because I proceeded to cook giniling (menudo style) when we got home so they’d have food today.

It was already about 11pm when I finally had the chance to sit on the bed and play Unblock me on my phone as my way of relaxing. Haha! I know I was still frying my brain cells, but what the hey, that game relaxes me, really. Ate Kara thinks so, too.

 

So yeah, give me those three days and I will surely use them wisely. Sleeping, and eating, and playing games on my phone, that is. Wink

 

HK family vacay

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

It was barely two months ago when my mom told me she and Papa talked about going to Hong Kong. I  thought at first she was just joking since we had just come home from our Cebu-Bohol Trip (which I was not able to blog about here). So when I saw the Cebu Pacific seat sale announcement, I immediately sent her a text message to let her know about it. She said yes, and she instructed me to book for a round trip flight for her…and 10 more! That meant she, my papa, my sister Anne, me, Daddy Bong, Ate Kara, Jeremy, Cassie, my sister Iyoy, her husband and my niece Freya would all go. Yes, you heard it right, all eleven of us were going to HK.

I was able to find a flight that would accommodate all 11 of us, and it was on October 6′s first flight out of Manila to HK (at 5:40 am!) that we left for HK. It took 2 hours to reach the HK International Airport, and another hour or so for the immigration check, and to get our bags. After that, we bought Octopus cards to be used for our trips within HK, aboard buses, MTRs, and even Star Ferry!

Before 9am, we were on our way to Tsim Sha Tsui’s Taisan Guesthouse, which is managed by Ate Yolly, a very nice Filipina who has been working in HK for the past 21 years. Where we stayed, the MTR station was a few steps away, and outside the building was the bus stop. It was also very near shopping places, (found a Bossini outlet and sports house outlet within the vicinity), and other tourist spots like the museums and the Avenue of Stars/Star Ferry station.

Although Daddy Bong and I had a hard time taking care of two overly active kids who wanted to be carried when they got tired walking (In HK, you will do a looooooooot of walking, which I didn’t mind, actually, if not for carrying Cassie), I still wanna go back to HK. Soon, I hope.

Anyway, I am posting photos, actually, which is the very reason for this so I won’t bore you with the other details of the trip. I hope the photos would do justice to the fun we had during our 4-day, 3-night stay in HK. Oh, we went home on the morning of Sunday, October 9.

As promised, here are the photos…

 

Arriving in HKIA.

Jeremy riding on the top floor of the double decker airport bus going to TST.

On our first night in HK, after a bit of rest, we went to the Victoria Harbour/Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront/clock Tower to watch A symphony of Lights, it’s a light and sound show participated in by about 40 buildings on both sides of the Harbour. It’s on every 8pm, and it’s really a sight to watch. Many tourists flock to the place.

 

Biggie Me and Mini Me hamming it up for the camera in the Avenue of the Stars.

On day 2, we started it by going to Tung Chung to board the cable car that would take us to Ngong Ping. Ngong Ping 360 as it’s called, is a 5.7 km cable car ride which gives you panoramic views of the HK International Airport, the South China Sea, and the Tian Tian Buddha. I am not particularly fond of heights so it took time getting used to it. What was nice about the experience was the cool breeze as we traversed the whole thing. It was also amazing to see other cable cars making their way to Ngong Ping. The experience was nice, tho to me, it was a bit too long. Parang saken, 2km, ok na. I’m not fond of heights, remember?

On the way to Tung Chung via the MTR.  Nakatayo lang lagi si Ate Kara. pose naman nang pose.

 

 

Jeremy and Cassie fascinated by the Citygate Musical fountain
My sister Anne and Ate Kara aboard the cable car from Tung Chung going to Ngong Ping. If I know, takot na yang dalawang yan. LOL!
Look, ma! cable car!

 

Ngong Ping babies
Mommy, Ate Kara and Freya in Ngong Ping, after the 5.7 km cable car ride

 

Cutie Cassie
copying the Tian Tian Buddha. Smile
Family photo op with the Tian Tian Buddha in the background
Forgive a nanay’s point of view, but I am pretty proud of my daughter here. Ang ganda kaya niya. hihi!
Hindi nagpatalo ang mga kulets
Bubble Fun. There were bubble machines everywhere!

 

Daddy Bong, anyare?

After Ngong Ping, we headed to Disneyland. It was pretty late already but since Disneyland closes at 11pm on weekends, we decided to proceed to Disneyland. As expected there were practically no more characters except for a few which had really long lines. But what was important was we had our photo op with Tinkerbelle who is the kids’ most fave character. To get to Disneyland from Tung Chung, we took the MTR to Sunny Bay, where we alighted for the connecting trip via MTR to Disneyland. You’d know you’re riding the Disneyland MTR because there were Disney characters everywhere inside it. It was also Haunted Halloween time so when the darkness sets in, the scary characters come out of hiding. We also witnessed the Glow-in-the-dark parade.

Finally, Disneyland! Pasensya na po sa mga cute piglets, they have a wonderful sense of humour which includes pretending to sleep during important photo ops. Wink

 

Ang konti namin, no? Wink
The kids were elated to see Tinkerbelle and immediately asked if she isn’t flying soon. Yep, they really thought this Tinkerbelle flies. Wink
Guess who got scared!
Daddy getting driving lessons from Jeremy

The following day, we brought the kids to the HK Science Museum which was a really smart move because they enjoyed themselves so much. The Museum is just a short walking distance from where we were staying in TST. The Museum is soooo big. The third floor houses the Children’s Gallery where the kids played with the bubble hoops, the slow bubble machine, and had fun at the kiddie play area.

Day 3: Ate Kara and the slow bubble exhibit at the HK Science Museum
Hindi nagpatalo si Mama and Cassie hihi!
Cassie having fun with the big bubbles
The little boy enjoying the play area with other kids

It was fun watching Jeremy and Cassie interacting with the other kids. One insight I got was that language was not a barrier for them. It didn’t matter that mine are Filipinos, and the others, Chinese, some Americans/caucasians. All it took were innocence and the ability to have pure fun. Some kids accidentally hit others but I noticed they didn’t mind. In fact, they even became instant friends, laughing and playing after being hit by the other. I wish it were the same for us, adults.

After the HK Science Museum, we went to the Victoria Peak. First, we boarded the Star Ferry at the Victoria Harbour on Tsim Sha Tsui, which took us to the Central Pier. From there, we rode the open top Bus 15C which took us to the lower terminus of The Peak Tram. There we rode the Peak Tram to the Peak Tower, then we went Madame Tussauds to see the wax figures on display.

 

Jeremy and Daddy Bong riding the Star Ferry
Riding the Peak Tram. Too bad, we don’t have a shot of the Tram. When we arrived, there were long lines to the ticket counter. Good thing we purchased ours at a discounted rate from Ate Yolly beforehand. Smile

 

With Brangelina at Madam Tussauds. Notice how my little girl embraced Angelina? Anak, I haven’t given you up for adoption, so please don’t think Angelina is your adoptive mom. LOL!
Is that you, Bella?
Einstein: weh?
Now we know why Marilyn Monroe laughed so hard.
First, a vampire, now, a pirate! Ate Kara’s choices are rather uhmmm…scary. LOL!
Jeremy finding a new mommy? oh no.
With Paul, John, Ringo and George
Caddie Daddy
Pablo Picasso and moi
Michael Jackson when he still looked like Michael Jackson. RIP, MJ!
Obama didn’t mind that I occupied his seat with Jeremy. LOL!
Hello, Astrodaddy!
People couldn’t take their eyes off Cassie who also couldn’t stop from dancing with Madonna. All throughout, the music was Lady Gaga’s Pokerface. Lady Gaga’s wax figure was just beside Madonna’s.
Couldn’t resist this one-time opportunity to have my photo taken with The Gaga. LOL!

The following day, October 9, we took the first flight via Cebu Pac out of Hong Kong at 8:25 am. From the guesthouse, we took a van to the HKIA. We were just in time for our flight!

 

Back in Manila. Wonder what’s going on in Cassie’s mind whose sleep was abruptly cut as we had to get out of the plane, retrieve our baggage, and go through immigration once again.

As I have said, the trip to HK was too short, but it was still enjoyable. Since Daddy Bong and I weren’t able to really really enjoy it, we’re hoping to go back soon, without the kids this time. We need a break, after all. When it would be, let’s just wait and see. Smile

 

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Thanks to the thread Hong Kong for Dummies found in the Pinoy Exchange Forum, arranging our trip to HK was a breeze. Read everything to get acquainted with HK. The people who made that thread are geniuses, and much of the credit for arranging our itinerary goes to them. Maraming salamat po sa inyo!

 

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I am Barbie.

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

One night, as we were about to sleep, Cassie just blurted out that her name was Princess. Jeremy, like a lightning, said, “I am McQueen.” Yep, that’s Lightning McQueen, the main character in the Disney movie “Cars.” Cassie, then, proceeded to tell me that her Dad is “Nater.” (Actually, Tow Mater, Lightning McQueen’s bestfriend).

I asked her who Mama was. Yup, that’s me. Dear old mama. To my utter wonderment, she blurted out  “Jollibee.” (I can actually sense you sniggering.)

Jollibee. Yeah, tell me again that Jollibee is well-loved by kids. Yadah. Yadah. Or that I should be happy I am now Jollibee, instead of a train, which was what she answered me with when asked the same question about a year or so ago. You see, my kids have this habit of either subbing your name with somebody else’s, or assigning you a different name entirely.

But let me go to back to Jollibee. How in the world she decided I was Jollibee, I don’t know. (Hoy!!! I am not as big as Jollibee, no?)

So there I was trying to get settled with the idea that I am no longer a train, but wonder of wonders, Jollibee, when Cassie suddenly decided it was time to articulate who everybody was, again.

Cassie was Princess. Jeremy, Lightning McQueen. Daddy, Nater (sic), Ate Kara, Hello Kitty. Kuya Anne, a butterfly. Tito Onid, Batman. And Mama. What about Mama? “You are Barbie, Mama.” Yes. That was Cassie’s pronouncement.

I am Barbie. I don’t care if she’s old, or if she has a neck and a pair of legs that are unusually, abnormally long. I don’t give a damn. I am Barbie. No longer a train, no longer Jollibee. I am Barbie.

 

I should buy more pasalubongs for her. *wink*

 

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Asthma’s a b*tch

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

I shouldn’t be here working today.  I should be in the hospital taking care of my little boy. He’s in the hospital because of another asthma attack. Have I told you that asthma’s a b*tch? Yeah, it is, especially for my family. All my three children have it, and the mere change of weather brings a new attack. It doesn’t matter how much you illness-proof your home, how carefully you take precautionary measures,  how thoroughly you clean your house. With the proliferation of all things harmful, you’re left to wonder where else you could turn to.

Ok na nga sana kung maggagamutan na lang. Kung bibili ng gamot na iinumin, ngunguyain, inenebulize, kahit pa nga ipaligo. Ok na lang din, kasi kahit papano, we can afford to buy those sh*tty medicines. But what I really really hate is when the kids have to be hospitalized and they have to be pricked, inserted a needle, hurt… and they cry calling my name, nanginginig ang buong katawan sa takot while clinging to me thinking I would be able to protect them from those hands that are hurting them. How do you explain to them that they need those in order to get well? They’re still babies, for crying out loud! Wala naman akong magawa kundi umiyak na lang din and wish I were the one being pricked instead of them. But it doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t work that way, so when illness strikes, and the doctor tells us we have to have them confined, wala nang choice kundi magpaospital. I guess the good thing in that is I don’t have to make a choice whether to have them admitted to the hospital, or not, for lack of resources. It’s a good thing that my company has group hospitalization coverage for its employees, and their dependents, the cost of which, we, employees pay for. Mura lang din naman. But really, I don’t mind paying my monthly fees for as long as any member of the family does not get hospitalized, and we don’t have to avail of the benefits I paid for. I am hopeful, though, that tomorrow, Jeremy will finally be out of the hospital.

I am crossing my fingers. And praying. Yes, praying.

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I know I just ranted. But really, what I meant to do was ask you, who are reading this, to please pray for the kids. Our little girl Cassie, was actually just sent home with meds because even though she also has asthma, she is better and doesn’t need to stay in the hospital like Jeremy. And yes, even Ate Kara has cough and colds. Still, I ask you to pray for the three kids, that they may be healthy again. Thank you!

 

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Lost Prestige

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Category : life outside work, musings

I was reading a blogpost by a doctor who happens to be a friend of my cousin who’s also a doctor. In it, she was reminiscing about that time when she was still filling out an application for UPCAT (University of the Philippines College Application Test) and she needed to fill in that part that asks what her first and second choice courses were.

She thought about Business Ad as her first choice course, which is a quota course, and Journalism as her second choice course, a non-quota course, and a fall back just in case she doesn’t get accepted in her first choice course.

I thought that weird since I knew Journalism to be a quota course during my time. And then it hit me. During MY time (yes, that was eons ago, unfortunately), it was not yet  BA Journalism as it’s now known. It used to be BA Communication and yes, it used to be a quota course. Then when you get into the program, and after spending a semester in the college, all you first year students line up outside the College Secretary’s office for THE Interview where you would be asked where you wanted to major in. There were four departments: Broadcast Communication, Journalism, Communication Research, and Film and Audio Visual Communication.

Heck. Thing is, I remember, during my time, people killed in order to get into the Program because well, it was a quota course and there was just too much satisfaction knowing you got into a quota course. However, I don’t know what happened because the following year, the BA Comm Program suddenly became BA (insert name of department here) effectively breaking into four courses what used to just be one. That said, the once quota course became a non-quota course. Hence, another fall-back option just in case an applicant doesn’t make the cut in her first choice course.

I was suddenly saddened. Maybe because I was once again reminded of the lost prestige. But well…who am I kidding? What prestige is there to talk about, anyway?

 

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