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First Day in School

Not me, of course!

With all the hustle and bustle happening all at the same time, I nearly forgot to post this somehow really significant day in her life… and my life as well.

My closest and favorite inaanak (goddaughter) had her first day of school a few days ago…

Milan so proud with her princess bag. Grabbed from a video file.

Milan with her kick-ass name plate (which Daddy Myles proudly made!)

How time flies! I remember carrying her and dancing her to sleep when she was just a few weeks old. That was the time when I was about to leave for US. I got back, after a year and she’s almost 2. Below is the picture…

She used to be arguing with me to get out of my work seat because she wants to “work” also. That’s why I was branded as “Miss Minchin” to her life.

I feel old yet at awe. Milan is going to school… awww…

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Posted by on June 28, 2007 in Realizations

 

Variable

Today I sit here in my work seat, with a work assignment in mind… but with uncertainty.

Should I be continuing to work on this structural project when in fact they seemed not to respect who we are and what we do for them?

A lazy Saturday was I had in mind a few days ago. But just few hours after I woke up, I receive a message. We are being “challenged” again.

My friend-boss had it. Enough is enough. He had retaliate every time they do that to us. But the latest one is different.

What is in store for me and the rest of the team? I am not sure. Today is definitely a different Monday.

 
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Posted by on June 25, 2007 in Challenge

 

The Renegade Daughter?

It’s a Sunday. And each person has their way of spending the last day of weekend before Monday, a school day some or a work day to others come.

I have been haggling my weekends to cope up with personal and family duties. Lately it’s been for family. Honestly, I am not happy. I do that because I feel that I am oblige to.

I am already turning 30.

I am always the good daughter. The one that follows orders and the one that don’t want to hassle or be of a hassle to anyone, specially to my parents. I tried to be part of the honor class and have awards from kindergarten to high school. Graduated college though without honors (‘cause I found it useless in my course), I have a good name and reputation in the said college and among faculty. I always have good recommendations if I need to.

I am used to living with other people. At the age of 13, my parents let me live with other people. Independence is a word not alien to me. I decided to get a place of my own in the heart of Quezon City. It’s quite a lot to pay if you just deduct it to my regular salary. But if I really, really save up and get other projects, I’ll be able to get through. Right now, the rent is being paid from the checking account of my mother since it’s the one I used… with permission of course.

Now, the dilemma: I know I am of debt to my mother that’s one reason why she could be acting that why… trying to control me of some sort.

That’s a reason too why I feel guilty when she cries or feel bad that I drop everything (even my work) then flee to her side.

I know… it might have been too late but right now, I am just fed up. She calls and ask if I’m going home. I said, I can’t. I still some some work to do and go somewhere for something. I knew from the sound of her voice that she’s crying (or trying to cry). She said it’s ok if I don’t go home, sarcastically of course. Then say, if she knew that she’ll end up this way she shouldn’t got back here and stayed TNT (an alien in hiding) in the US. Then she hungs up.

If it happened last week (which somehow did happened in a different scenario) I did dropped my schedule and went home a few hours after her call. But this time, I didn’t. No SMS or call backs from me.

I did ask my brother in the US to call me and we had quite a talk. I envy him for being the ultimate rebellious son (in my mother’s eyes) from the very first adolescent hair he might had, up until now. Now he’s free in every way you could imagine. Far away and free.

Again, I am turning 30 in a few months time. In debt but have a job. Have a father who’s going to the US in a few weeks time and I will be left here… with my mother.

I love my mother, don’t get me wrong. Despite the drama, I adore her and admire her for being the strongest person I’ve ever known. For her courage to face all the ill-fate she receives from our antagonist relatives to the socialites that used and abused her. I’d like to be strong as she is… MINUS the drama, of course! I just can’t stand anymore being dictated by her. Nothing and no one is right but herself… that’s how I see it now.

I want to have my time for myself, do what I want… and simply, go home whenever possible and whenever I WANT to.

If you we’re my mother, am I such a bad, useless, guiltless daughter?

 

Takbuhan

Nandito na naman ako sa isang sikat na fastfood chain, sa madalas kong pwestuhang lamesa. Nadadalas ang pagkain at tambay ko dito ah kahit saksakan ng ingay at halo-halo ang mga tao. Ibig kong sabihin, may mga jologs, pami-pamilya, barka-barkada, mga yuppies, mga foreigners… kahit mga mayayaman? Aba! Nasasarapan nga ba sila o sadyang kuripot lang itong mga ito.

Pero hindi naman sa pagmamayabang, tuwing kumakain ako dito, dumarami ang tao. Parang dala ko ang swerte.

‘Nak ng pucha!

Dati sa isang kapihan ako madalas. Lumipat sa isa pang kapihan kasi libre WiFi. Kaso lately naiinis na ako kasi madalas magluko ang internet connection daw. Ang mahal ng tsaa nila noh… di na tuloy sulit. Siguro natatauhan na lang ako sa mga kagastusan ko at kaprichuhan sa katawan. Kaya wala akong naiipong pera eh puro utang!

Hindi ko alam kung maaawa ako sa sarili ko o dapat matuwa pa ako. Dati-rati ang dali kong makahatak ng mga tao na makainuman o kaya makakasama lang. Kaladkarin din naman kasi ako. Pero noon ‘yun. Ngayon parang hirap na ako sa isa-isahin ang nasa phonebook ng cellphone ko. Nasasala na nga kaya ang mga taong maituturing mong kaibigan? O sadyang marami na lang pinagkakaabalahan ang karamihan?

Ano pa man? Eto, nakakayanan. Pride-pride daw kunwari, pero minsan di rin matiis.

Oo na! Nakaka-miss ‘yung isang tao d’yan sa tabi-tabi. Siya pa rin ang unang naiisip ko sa mga ganitong pagkakataon. Alam na nya’t lahat, wala pa rin. Busted na nga yata ako…

Leche!

Oh well… that’s layp.

Kailangan ko na talagang makahanap ng kapalit ng gagong ‘yun. Kahit pansamantala lang. Iniisip mo siguro gagamitin ko lang yung bagong ipapalit. Well, ganu’n pa man, para maka-move on naman ako. Hay! Malamang pumapalakpak na naman ang tenga ng gagong ‘yun kasi siya na naman ang naiisip ko at kinukwento ko. Buti sana kung gwapo (‘kala mo ke ganda ko eh!)… ewan ko ba?!

Matapos na ngang entry na ito at may mga umaaligid-aligid ng mga hip-hops! Diosmijio! Sana mapatid sa baba ng mga pantalon nila!

Bwahahaha!!! Ang sama ko!

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2007 in Tagalog Naman

 

Day Trip to Corregidor

Past week was like a purgatory to me. Of course I am exaggerating but it was not really nice at all. I have deadlines to beat for my children’s book illustration project and surely I won’t be able to meet the deadline.

To break the tension and all that, I decided to join my dear friend Ate Neth and her family to a day trip in Corregidor, that historical island which was battered by wars our great grandparents might have witnessed.

We are to meet at the port in Manila Bay by 7AM. I don’t if I was too excited or hype because of lack of sleep the previous days that I was there by 6AM. Waited for them to arrive and had breakfast in Starbucks.

So we rode this small ferry that I am quite impressed because it was air conditioned. Yup! It was. Though it started sailing quite late than scheduled, the travel was smooth. For almost an hour and 15 minutes, I dozed off to neverland and unable to catch up on some historical and geographical infos the tour guide was stating.

Facts that I remember from the trip:
• Corregidor from my recall of history classes has always been referred to be part of Bataan. BUT it is part of CAVITE. (To hell with Zaide… ARGH!)
• It was a non-residential island, I think since 1950’s.
• The difference between a mortal and a gun: well, aside from the size (mortal is HUGE, it’s those barrels we see in books that depicts Corregidor), a gun shoots straight, but a mortal shoots in trajectory

Ok. Since this happened a few weeks ago, I can’t remember some details anymore. But as any tourist is, I took pictures to preserve some moments and memories to any place I’ve been to.

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Bahala Na

Dapat talagang isulat ang anumang nasa sa isip o damdamin sa panahong nag-uumapaw ang mga ito. Bakit? Ngayon, parang isang malinis at maputing papel ang isipan ko…

Blangko…

Samantalang kahapon, kagabi, parang printing machine ito na tuluy-tuloy ang pag-imprenta. ‘Yun nga lang hindi ko pinapansin at sa halip ay mas minabuti ko pang mangapit-bahay at matulog… pero inaantok pa rin… tinatamad.

Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng Quezon City ngayon, nag-almusal sa isang tanyag na fastfood chain. Huli na ako sa pagpasok sa trabaho kung tutuusin. Wala naman kaming bundy clock para pagta-time in at time out. Gusto ko lang may konting disiplina. Mga 45 minuto rin ang byahe, 2 sakay ng dyip o FX tapos lalakarin mula gate kung nasa mood ako mag-exercise o magmuni-muni. Pero kapag tinatamad magpa-padyak na ako. Dapat nasa opisina na ako bago mag-alas 9 ng umaga. Pero 8:39 AM na, tapos na ako kumain pero di pa rin ako tumatayo sa kinauupuan ko.

Inaantok… tinatamad…

Ang masama nito, sa katamaran kong ito, mapapa-taxi na naman ako. Hay. Wala na akong kadala-dala. Nauubos lang ang sweldo ko, kulang pa pero ako rin naman ang may kagagawan. Late na rin lang, magta-taxi pa? Mayabang…

Tamad.

Nangangarap na naman akong makapagsulat ng isang makabuluhang entry ng blog. Wala naming nagbabasa nito. Hahaha… nakikini-kinita ko ng mga sabihin ng Nanay ko kung naiintindihan o nakikita itong pinaggagawa ko.

Isang pag-aaksaya ng panahon. Wala raw katuturan.

Hmmm…

Anong magandang pagtatapos ng entry na ito? O ng araw na ito? Hindi ko rin alam. Tulad ng dati…

Bahala na si… Batgirl!

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Inilathala pagkarating ng opisina, malalipas ang ilang oras. Hindi ako nag-taxi.

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2007 in Tagalog Naman

 

Monday Blues

I always hated Mondays…

I am a commuter half my life. And I’ve experience some of worst scenarios of commuting. I thank God that I haven’t experienced some holdups or bag snatching.

Right now, I am pissed with the fact that  I woke up as early as 5:00AM to catch a bus trip at 6:00AM. Not a single bus in sight at the terminal. My butt touched a bus seat by 6:45AM. Travel time from my province to Quezon City should only take 45 minutes that early. But by 8:45AM, the bus is still in North Luzon Expressway (NLEX).

It was traffic in NLEX… supposedly an expressway.

Traffic in EDSA.

I’ll be late if I still proceed to my plan of going to my humble unit in Tomas Morato. I took a cab and head straight to my office with no laptop, no notebook, no tools in my bag. I felt naked!

I am a commuter and yet Ive never got used to these scenes! I hate that my time is wasted just sitting and unable to do nothing.

I reached my office at around 9:30AM… I am hungry and ate 2 bowls of Koko Crunch cereals in milk.

ARGH!

I hate Mondays! I will never, EVER love it…

 
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Posted by on June 18, 2007 in Rants