Everytime my mom texts me i get scared. I'm afraid that her message will be devastatingly final. Today I got one of those texts again. "Pls pray for your Angkong. Its very serious na." I lost my appetite and just stared into the screen of my pc. What do you say to that. What do you do after that.
It may seem like i've been thinking about death these past few wks... but i havent. Everyday I focus on my child and I am happy. I stare at her and I am filled with wonder at how lucky I am to have her. I watch her in amazement at how curious she is at everything and how she watches the things we take for granted with awe. She loves looking at the trees swaying outside the window. Shes afraid of the christmas tree. She's afraid of dogs and yet she wants to touch them. She is confused. She shouts when she's excited, happy, angry and sleepy. She is noisy. She, to me, is the cutest and most wonderful baby in the whole world. If she would only let me, i'd hug her the whole day.
But she's sleeping soundly now and she isnt there to keep my attention. Tonight, I sit here and wait. I am waiting for the inevitable. I pray that everything will be alright. I am sad and broken. I wish people didn't have to die. I know how that sounds and i know that i am old enough to know better BUT there's no harm in wishing.
I wonder why I feel worse now about this than about my Gwama's passing. I compare my notes in my brain and my thoughts are illogical. I think this just seems harder bec death just seems to be THERE all the time this year. Its harder because Gwama dying was just a few months ago. And because how can I be able to let him go when all he wants to do is live. Because he keeps saying to his children that he wants to live some more. Because i know how afraid of dying he is and yet there's no stopping it. It doesnt matter how old they are or how young. Everytime someone leaves us it hurts.
i. HATE. this.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Silence
I often wish for complete silence. For the silence to ring in my ears and echo in my head. Living with a screaming baby and relentless neighbors can make you wish for silence so much you'd give up ur lunch just for the world to become quiet for 5mins. Having annoying in laws and irrational grandparents can make you wish you were an island. Reading about the news on the mass murder of pregant women and journalists in the country makes you want to go to outerspace.
This is why i stay at home and watch my tv shows, because living real life just plain old sucks. I would much rather live inside a box rather than know all the things i know this wkend that i didnt know before. Living life is hard. Watching an old man try and get excited to ride in his wheelchair because he's been stuck in his bed for weeks just does you no good. Everyday all I hear is bad news. His platelets are low. His tongue is full of cold sores. I hate it. When i die, i hope i die quick and easy. I hope i dont ever have to go to the hospital.
Pls just leave me alone. I just want to sit at my desk and watch and play my games. Can't all that noise just give me a break?
This is why i stay at home and watch my tv shows, because living real life just plain old sucks. I would much rather live inside a box rather than know all the things i know this wkend that i didnt know before. Living life is hard. Watching an old man try and get excited to ride in his wheelchair because he's been stuck in his bed for weeks just does you no good. Everyday all I hear is bad news. His platelets are low. His tongue is full of cold sores. I hate it. When i die, i hope i die quick and easy. I hope i dont ever have to go to the hospital.
Pls just leave me alone. I just want to sit at my desk and watch and play my games. Can't all that noise just give me a break?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Picture picture
For a couple of years now, maybe ever since I lost my albums, I find myself ewwwing to most if not all my recent photos. I either find them fat, tired, old, blech or arg. A couple of months after seeing them however, I think to myself hmm.. that wasn't too bad. Even pictures taken during the most harassing days in law school seem ok. I wish i knew it then, rather than dwelling on how awful I thought I looked. Does everyone feel this way or is it just me?
I read somewhere that people who always find themselves ugly in pictures have this misconception that they're prettier than they actually are. Haha. It makes so much sense!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Lost in Translation
Meet Yaya Ruby, Janna's official translator. At just 22 months, my niece has invented her own language. These consist of words that usually lack a syllable. Said sound shall then be repeated twice.
formula: 2 syllable word - 1 syllable x 2 = Janna's new word
example: Marco becomes coco; water becomes terter
However, even with the formula, i still need yaya to translate sometimes, as there have been deviations. On our way to the hospital to meet her new sibling...
Janna: Bikbik
Me: ha?
Janna: Bikbik
Me: Ano daw yaya?
Yaya: Bake daw
Me: Oi, Houston we have a problem...
translation: patay tayo pagnarinig yan ng nanay nya
Thursday, November 12, 2009
1960's
My dad juggling. 
My angkong's cousin and sister (i think) That's V's Ama.
How much prints cost then.
my dad.
In the classroom...
of Grace Christian High School.
My Taima. My Ama's Sister and My aunt.
My dad and uncle. My dad.
My dad's 1st dog a chow, James Bond.
Fruits.
Family Picture with Taikong and Taima.
Taikong and baby. My Angkong.
Ama in the new car.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Success!
It has been one month since my Dad saw Resort World's offer for a 88/188 peso breakfast/lunch buffet. After three failed attempts, we were able to finally achieve success!
Attempt No. 1: We left the office at 11am, hoping to avoid the long lines. Apparently, everyone thought the same. Left the place vowing to come earlier the next time!
Attempt No. 2: Although news broke out that typhoon Santi would be in town, we refused to let any natural disaster stop us. Santi proved to be too strong, we ended up in Oakwood.
Attempt No. 3: We were almost there, but Mariott's introductory rates proved to be too tempting. We just had to go to the next building and try it.
Last night, I promised my dad to be ready by 630am. We headed there hoping that we were the only ones insane enough to eat breakfast this early. The food was awful, although Dad insists that it was ok. Tamang tama daw sa mga nagdidiet.
And yes we are on a diet.
Cotton
Me: So, Dad where do you want to watch the Pacquiao fight on sunday?
Dad: Kung saan may sosyal na pagkain
hahaha...
Me: (to brother) You should watch with Dad. I hate boxing.
Bro: It's too early. Tamang tama pag gising ko may panalo na.
Me: I don't like seeing people cheer at the sight of two people hurting each other. It doesn't make sense.
Dad: Di bale, mahina naman tong laban na to' e. Sa tingin ko walang laban si Cotton.
Me: COTTON!?!
hahaha...
Anyway, we ended up with tickets for the whole family, minus two brothers. The older one will be watching in the hospital while his wife is giving birth, the younger one refusing to be awake before lunch.
I'm looking forward to the food!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Point And Shoot
I actually got a Canon 50D as a gift... well, not me but my hubby. This is one instance where the words "conjugal property" is uber cool. We have also been spending bucket loads of money on having our baby's photographs taken professionally. Idiot that I am, I actually have 3 friends who offered to take her pictures for free. Make that 4 and all of them volunteered to come here to my house and do it. I rememebr that only now, now that she's 10mos old. A wee bit too late. Anyhoo, lets not cry over spilled breastmilk. I now have the idea that i want to be able to take great pics and so i started scanning the web for great portraits and here's a few that I want to do with my next baby, or maybe one of yours! :D Whoever comes 1st!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aleciasilva/1972944719/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/2882372415/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/2530504977/in/set-72157603600015766/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/138231235/in/set-72157594578126828/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/477884254/in/set-72157594578126828/
this will be my 1st project... or if I can't do it i will have someone do it for me.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/1869251258/in/set-72157594578126828/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aleciasilva/1972944719/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/2882372415/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/2530504977/in/set-72157603600015766/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/138231235/in/set-72157594578126828/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/477884254/in/set-72157594578126828/
this will be my 1st project... or if I can't do it i will have someone do it for me.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shutterblog/1869251258/in/set-72157594578126828/
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sentimentality Is In The Air
As everyone who reads (around 5 people?) our blog can see, 2/3 of the writers (naks) are feeling a tad bit sentimental. I on the other hand is going mental. I think one of us is excited to come home and i think i speak for the whole barkada and my whole heart that i am ubermongously (new invented word) excited that you are almost back in our belovedly weird weathered, squatter ridden, trash drizzled country!!! the other part of our banana split is sentimental here bec this is her only outlet for sentimentality and i have not said this yet, but i am absoduperly thrilled when she came up with the idea of this anonymous blog months ago. I need not force myself to be sentimental today. I have been trying with great effort to avoid thinking of my Angkong, for fear of tears. He is alas, back in the hospital.
*sad face*
(pause....)
The man whom i turned to as a child when i wanted to get away with something that the yaya wouldnt let me do or eat (kropek). He would fry kropek with me in his outdoor kitchen. I would jump with delight as the colorful squares would blossom into giant crunchy oil sponges. I remember the maid scolding me for another something i did wrong yet again, and i would scream at the top of my lungs and he would run over and shout at the maid for me. Yes, he was not a teacher of right and wrong nor was he a man of discipline when it came to children. But thats why we loved him so. He speaks in half chinese half tagalog with a pure chinese accent. He can read english and can make eastern medicine. They stunk and i always had the fear that he gave me soup of dried up cockroaches. He was health conscious and very strict when it came to adults and their diets. Well, I am now wondering why I got to eat kropek when i remember my father telling me the story of how he drank cold water behind his father's back. Cold water. Because he never had it til he was in grade school. And it was such an important moment in his life that until now at the age of 59 he still rememebrs the feeling it gave him. My angkong is so health conscious that he stopped eating beef over 25 years ago, stopped eating chicken over 10 years ago, never ate fried food all his life. His diet was mainly steamed fish and lugaw. Except when we went out and ate in a restaurant, he ate all the fried things we ordered and he ate alot. But he didnt allow anyone to cook anything fried in his house.
My angkong is a character, if someone knew him well enough and had the time, they should write his life story. He is sucha character. He actually writes down every time one of his kids visits him at home and if his kids or wife says something bad he also writes it down. Everything is documented and is kept in a safe. No kidding. He puts it in his safety deposit box in the bank.
He never told anyone his age. When asked, he avoids the question by talking about something else. Not even my Ama knows his age. How can his own wife not know? Because they were set up by a match maker and the matchmaker lied about his age. She was told that he was 10years older than her but he's not.
He saved a man's life 3x. That man is Henry Sy. In the Japanese war, Henry Sy was hit by a shrapnel and was stuck in the middle of the filipinos and the japanese, my angkong went into the line of fire and saved his life. He saved his life another time and another, the 2nd time i forgot what it was about, nothing as dramatic as the war and the 3rd time my dad forgot already. But to this day he still says, without me there is no Henry Sy because without me he'd be dead! Hilarious, isnt he?
My Angkong is a man filled with regrets. I dont think he would admit this but i sure hope he regrets that he gambled. He used to be partners with SM but he took his shares so he could gamble some more. He regrets marrying my Ama, this i know for sure. Recently he said to my mom "i could have had any woman, they all wanted me because i had so much money... i guess that is destiny that i married her".
My Angkong is an angry man. My father was and angry man. And i am an angry man. We are 3 generations of anger ridden people. We react to everything with anger. This is what we grew up with, this is what we know. We know he is better when he starts shouting at people again.
My Angkong is a proud man. Strong willed and smart. Stubborn as a cow. He fights with his doctors in the hospital because he thinks he knows better. He is a writer, he writes for the chinese newspaper and he is also writing his memoirs. I am dubious about how factual the stories in that are bec he has been known to twist the truth a little to his advantage. He is a nice and generous man. He gives 500 pesos to the stranger who opens his car door for him. He still drives, at his age whatever age that is) he still drives. We have tried to give him a driver but he refuses to give up his freedom.
Well, now my angkong is a weak and frail man. All that is left of him is skin and bones, he is only 70lbs. his hair is gray and his eyes are only half open half the time. Today i find out that he is 12 years older than my Ama and so he is 90 years old. Somebody finally revealed his age. He never wanted people to know because he thought if the gods knew how old he was they would think "hey pwde na yan kunin". We would never know if we celebrated his birthday on the right date because no one knew what date it was. Today i also find out that my mom is looking for a pearl with no holes, we put a pearl with the dead. Today i also find out that my mom is looking for clothes for angkong to be buried in, they are preparing for his passing. *silence*
He is going to be operated on friday and the doctor doesnt want to give the go signal but does not have a choice anymore. His cyst is so big that his colon is almost closed. His scrotum is infected, hing lungs are weak and he is malnourished. The only thing strong is his heart. My Angkong's heart is strong. They are saying he might die on the table and if not on the table he might die afterwards due to complications. They are telling me to pray that he goes due to complications and not wait for the cancer to kill him because the cancer will be painful.
So, here i sit with my heart breaking, my spirit diminished, my head heavy with misery. I wish only for him to never feel pain again. Because as tough as he was he really hates pain, a simple poke of the needle he screams and shouts. Let him die without pain. Pls, lets just pray that he doesnt suffer any more.
*sad face*
(pause....)
The man whom i turned to as a child when i wanted to get away with something that the yaya wouldnt let me do or eat (kropek). He would fry kropek with me in his outdoor kitchen. I would jump with delight as the colorful squares would blossom into giant crunchy oil sponges. I remember the maid scolding me for another something i did wrong yet again, and i would scream at the top of my lungs and he would run over and shout at the maid for me. Yes, he was not a teacher of right and wrong nor was he a man of discipline when it came to children. But thats why we loved him so. He speaks in half chinese half tagalog with a pure chinese accent. He can read english and can make eastern medicine. They stunk and i always had the fear that he gave me soup of dried up cockroaches. He was health conscious and very strict when it came to adults and their diets. Well, I am now wondering why I got to eat kropek when i remember my father telling me the story of how he drank cold water behind his father's back. Cold water. Because he never had it til he was in grade school. And it was such an important moment in his life that until now at the age of 59 he still rememebrs the feeling it gave him. My angkong is so health conscious that he stopped eating beef over 25 years ago, stopped eating chicken over 10 years ago, never ate fried food all his life. His diet was mainly steamed fish and lugaw. Except when we went out and ate in a restaurant, he ate all the fried things we ordered and he ate alot. But he didnt allow anyone to cook anything fried in his house.
My angkong is a character, if someone knew him well enough and had the time, they should write his life story. He is sucha character. He actually writes down every time one of his kids visits him at home and if his kids or wife says something bad he also writes it down. Everything is documented and is kept in a safe. No kidding. He puts it in his safety deposit box in the bank.
He never told anyone his age. When asked, he avoids the question by talking about something else. Not even my Ama knows his age. How can his own wife not know? Because they were set up by a match maker and the matchmaker lied about his age. She was told that he was 10years older than her but he's not.
He saved a man's life 3x. That man is Henry Sy. In the Japanese war, Henry Sy was hit by a shrapnel and was stuck in the middle of the filipinos and the japanese, my angkong went into the line of fire and saved his life. He saved his life another time and another, the 2nd time i forgot what it was about, nothing as dramatic as the war and the 3rd time my dad forgot already. But to this day he still says, without me there is no Henry Sy because without me he'd be dead! Hilarious, isnt he?
My Angkong is a man filled with regrets. I dont think he would admit this but i sure hope he regrets that he gambled. He used to be partners with SM but he took his shares so he could gamble some more. He regrets marrying my Ama, this i know for sure. Recently he said to my mom "i could have had any woman, they all wanted me because i had so much money... i guess that is destiny that i married her".
My Angkong is an angry man. My father was and angry man. And i am an angry man. We are 3 generations of anger ridden people. We react to everything with anger. This is what we grew up with, this is what we know. We know he is better when he starts shouting at people again.
My Angkong is a proud man. Strong willed and smart. Stubborn as a cow. He fights with his doctors in the hospital because he thinks he knows better. He is a writer, he writes for the chinese newspaper and he is also writing his memoirs. I am dubious about how factual the stories in that are bec he has been known to twist the truth a little to his advantage. He is a nice and generous man. He gives 500 pesos to the stranger who opens his car door for him. He still drives, at his age whatever age that is) he still drives. We have tried to give him a driver but he refuses to give up his freedom.
Well, now my angkong is a weak and frail man. All that is left of him is skin and bones, he is only 70lbs. his hair is gray and his eyes are only half open half the time. Today i find out that he is 12 years older than my Ama and so he is 90 years old. Somebody finally revealed his age. He never wanted people to know because he thought if the gods knew how old he was they would think "hey pwde na yan kunin". We would never know if we celebrated his birthday on the right date because no one knew what date it was. Today i also find out that my mom is looking for a pearl with no holes, we put a pearl with the dead. Today i also find out that my mom is looking for clothes for angkong to be buried in, they are preparing for his passing. *silence*
He is going to be operated on friday and the doctor doesnt want to give the go signal but does not have a choice anymore. His cyst is so big that his colon is almost closed. His scrotum is infected, hing lungs are weak and he is malnourished. The only thing strong is his heart. My Angkong's heart is strong. They are saying he might die on the table and if not on the table he might die afterwards due to complications. They are telling me to pray that he goes due to complications and not wait for the cancer to kill him because the cancer will be painful.
So, here i sit with my heart breaking, my spirit diminished, my head heavy with misery. I wish only for him to never feel pain again. Because as tough as he was he really hates pain, a simple poke of the needle he screams and shouts. Let him die without pain. Pls, lets just pray that he doesnt suffer any more.
Perennial
My cousin told me that problems about our helpers are perennial. I had to look up what that meant exactly. And it means that they are problems that are continuing without interruption. Yes that is exactly what helpers are. Perennial problems. I know i talk about Maxine's yaya alot and sometimes even i dont want to blog about her anymore. But i do, i cannot help it. If we all want to keep me sane and to stop me from becoming a murderer we will let me blog about the yaya.
I want to drive a stake into her mouth and out of her ass and roast her in a pit.
My aunts and older relatives tell me this chinese saying when it comes to household help "pwa bak chiu kweh" The direct translation of that sentence is "half eyes closed". We have to ignore half the things they do in order for us to survive in one household. I am not a patient person as most of you know. I am not a person who lets things slide or who can let wronds simply go. But i have taken to heart that chinese saying because i love Maxine and because I dont want to cause her anymore trauma in changing yayas.
I want to suffocate her with a garbage bag and throw her in the trash.
This yaya has done no major wrong, but has done nothing right. The things a mother looks for in a yaya are simple, we want them to be able to bathe the baby properly, change their diapers, feed the baby food, make them drink their milk and put them to sleep. These are things that a well trained chimpanzee can do. This job requires no skill or education. Anyone and everyone can do it. You don't even need opposable thumbs. I might sound mean in comparing a human to a monkey, but hey if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, what is it? It is in fact an insult to the well trained monkey to compare them to some yayas. Because they are more obedient and well behaved than these humans.
I want to put her in a cage and throw rotten food at her.
I wake up at 5am and I find my child sleeping on the floor, under her underarms. I ask "why is Maxine there?" she replies "kakagising lng nya, kakalagay ko lng sa knya dito kasi nahihirapan matulog"
Maxine is in my Mom's house and I go there, Maxine is crying with tears covering her cheeks. She is in the maid's room while the yaya is sitting on the bed and maxine is on her lap while she is watching tv. I ask "why is Maxine there? diba sabi ko ayaw kong pinapasok sya dyan?" yaya replies "kakapasok lng namin, kakaiyak lng nya"
In my house, I hand over maxine to the yaya, she goes down and after awhile i go down to start dinner. I see them inside the maid's room watching tv, i tell yaya, yaya ayoko nga nasa loob ng kwarto niyo si maxine. yaya "sandali lng nanunuod pako ng tv"
Today i decided to give the yaya another chance. To talk to her and tell her that she's been doing poorly and maybe she should step up her game. She gets mad and shouts at me. "yan ang problema sayo eh maliit na bagay lng kelangan pa palakihin, ganyang klaseng tao ka pala. masama na nga pakiramdam ko papagsabihan pako." I tell her about the 3 incidents that i didn't like and she says this...
1- masama nga pakiramdam ni maxine kaya nilagay ko nlng sya sa tabi ko! dapat hihiga kami dyan sa kama mo eh sigurado magagalit ka nanaman! kaya sa kama ko nlng hiniga!
me: indi ba pwdeng nakaupo ka nlng tas si maxine nakahiga?
yaya: eh masama nga pakiramdam ko!
me: akala ko ba pakiramdam ni maxine yun masama? ngayon yun sayo na?
yaya: yun na din yun! kung may sakit ako may sakit na din sya!
2-"kahapon nun nasa loob kami ng kwarto si Ann (the other maid) yun may kasalanan nun, kakapasok ko lng sa kwarto at may kinuha lng ako tas binigay nya sakin ni maxine, kung alam ko lng na dadating ka na pala eh di lumabas nako! "
She then goes on shouting that " yan ang mahirap sayo puros discussions, ang sakit na nga ng ulo ko puros discussions pa din!
me: eh di sana nun sinabihan kita umoo ka nlgn at sinabi mo na di mo na uulitin at di ka puros palusot eh di tapus na! ikaw pang mayabang dyan ikaw na nga yun mali! pag pasok mo sabi mo na ang nanay ang masusunod at yaya ka lng pero ikaw naman nasusunod basta di ako nakabantay!
yaya: ganun ngako kagaling na ikaw nga nasusunod, lahat ng ibang yaya dyan sila nasusunod pero ako magaling ako na ikaw sinusunod ko at ang bait ko na andito pako!"
The other afternoon she was sleeping in front of me while Maxine was in the crib playing by herself. My maid tells me that every morning she's the one taking care of Maxine while the yaya is on the phone talking to her friend. The yaya got sick because every night we go out she sleeps at 11pm because she is still watching tv. Thats why when Maxine is up at 5am she gets so pissed off and thats why she needs to nap in the afternoons pretending that her eyes hurt or her head aches.
This is why i need to talk about her, because she is driving me insane. I am actually paying someone 6 thousand pesos to make me and the maid do her job. And when corrected i get shouted at and ordered to get her medicine. Great, Just GREAT! This is one big WHAT THE F*CK.
I want to drive a stake into her mouth and out of her ass and roast her in a pit.
My aunts and older relatives tell me this chinese saying when it comes to household help "pwa bak chiu kweh" The direct translation of that sentence is "half eyes closed". We have to ignore half the things they do in order for us to survive in one household. I am not a patient person as most of you know. I am not a person who lets things slide or who can let wronds simply go. But i have taken to heart that chinese saying because i love Maxine and because I dont want to cause her anymore trauma in changing yayas.
I want to suffocate her with a garbage bag and throw her in the trash.
This yaya has done no major wrong, but has done nothing right. The things a mother looks for in a yaya are simple, we want them to be able to bathe the baby properly, change their diapers, feed the baby food, make them drink their milk and put them to sleep. These are things that a well trained chimpanzee can do. This job requires no skill or education. Anyone and everyone can do it. You don't even need opposable thumbs. I might sound mean in comparing a human to a monkey, but hey if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, what is it? It is in fact an insult to the well trained monkey to compare them to some yayas. Because they are more obedient and well behaved than these humans.
I want to put her in a cage and throw rotten food at her.
I wake up at 5am and I find my child sleeping on the floor, under her underarms. I ask "why is Maxine there?" she replies "kakagising lng nya, kakalagay ko lng sa knya dito kasi nahihirapan matulog"
Maxine is in my Mom's house and I go there, Maxine is crying with tears covering her cheeks. She is in the maid's room while the yaya is sitting on the bed and maxine is on her lap while she is watching tv. I ask "why is Maxine there? diba sabi ko ayaw kong pinapasok sya dyan?" yaya replies "kakapasok lng namin, kakaiyak lng nya"
In my house, I hand over maxine to the yaya, she goes down and after awhile i go down to start dinner. I see them inside the maid's room watching tv, i tell yaya, yaya ayoko nga nasa loob ng kwarto niyo si maxine. yaya "sandali lng nanunuod pako ng tv"
Today i decided to give the yaya another chance. To talk to her and tell her that she's been doing poorly and maybe she should step up her game. She gets mad and shouts at me. "yan ang problema sayo eh maliit na bagay lng kelangan pa palakihin, ganyang klaseng tao ka pala. masama na nga pakiramdam ko papagsabihan pako." I tell her about the 3 incidents that i didn't like and she says this...
1- masama nga pakiramdam ni maxine kaya nilagay ko nlng sya sa tabi ko! dapat hihiga kami dyan sa kama mo eh sigurado magagalit ka nanaman! kaya sa kama ko nlng hiniga!
me: indi ba pwdeng nakaupo ka nlng tas si maxine nakahiga?
yaya: eh masama nga pakiramdam ko!
me: akala ko ba pakiramdam ni maxine yun masama? ngayon yun sayo na?
yaya: yun na din yun! kung may sakit ako may sakit na din sya!
2-"kahapon nun nasa loob kami ng kwarto si Ann (the other maid) yun may kasalanan nun, kakapasok ko lng sa kwarto at may kinuha lng ako tas binigay nya sakin ni maxine, kung alam ko lng na dadating ka na pala eh di lumabas nako! "
She then goes on shouting that " yan ang mahirap sayo puros discussions, ang sakit na nga ng ulo ko puros discussions pa din!
me: eh di sana nun sinabihan kita umoo ka nlgn at sinabi mo na di mo na uulitin at di ka puros palusot eh di tapus na! ikaw pang mayabang dyan ikaw na nga yun mali! pag pasok mo sabi mo na ang nanay ang masusunod at yaya ka lng pero ikaw naman nasusunod basta di ako nakabantay!
yaya: ganun ngako kagaling na ikaw nga nasusunod, lahat ng ibang yaya dyan sila nasusunod pero ako magaling ako na ikaw sinusunod ko at ang bait ko na andito pako!"
The other afternoon she was sleeping in front of me while Maxine was in the crib playing by herself. My maid tells me that every morning she's the one taking care of Maxine while the yaya is on the phone talking to her friend. The yaya got sick because every night we go out she sleeps at 11pm because she is still watching tv. Thats why when Maxine is up at 5am she gets so pissed off and thats why she needs to nap in the afternoons pretending that her eyes hurt or her head aches.
This is why i need to talk about her, because she is driving me insane. I am actually paying someone 6 thousand pesos to make me and the maid do her job. And when corrected i get shouted at and ordered to get her medicine. Great, Just GREAT! This is one big WHAT THE F*CK.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Singing Maid
Our maid, who i just learned yesterday, held a position as lady guard in festival mall (whoa!) has a bad bad habit. (I told Mika that she can use her as her bodyguard haha) She sings while cleaning. Now, I don't mind noise while working, except that her singing sounds creepy to my ears! Creepy as in, old ladies in church singing creepy. I'm caught between telling her to stop or just wearing ear plugs. Hay, time to look for my ear plugs.
Awww...
Even though many had their doubts on the real reason why they tied the knot, I still couldn't help but feel happy for the newlyweds. There's just something about wedding ceremonies that makes me say awww... You have to give it to them, isn't this picture so romantic?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Silly but happy
One day, I sat down and started looking through our old photos from Lao's multiply album. I realized how many many many silly pictures we have and how much fun we would have together. I started to really miss you guys...
I wanted to share some specific pictures and started copying some of the ones that had specific moments/ occassions attached to them. Some I picked out because they were super silly and really made me laugh out loud.
I'm so happy Lao has SO many pictures!! Anyway, the collage below is what I came up with through photoshop.
I have to say, my favorite ones are:
- Trix and Lao on the piano... as in I was laughing when I saw that shot.
- All of us under Lao's skirt. -- What can I say?? Another winner.
- Lao and Jean laughing -- I cannot even remember taking this picture!! And that's my sandal-clad foot in the bottom right part!!
- GK
- Salubong sa bar -- fuuuuun. I remember it was so crazy on Taft and we were trying to watch the game on that tiny TV... and we were so happy for Mon and Jean!
- You four girls at Oliver's at Rockwell -- Because I think we were talking to Jean that time about her little "bean".
Sigh. Happy times :)
I wanted to share some specific pictures and started copying some of the ones that had specific moments/ occassions attached to them. Some I picked out because they were super silly and really made me laugh out loud.
I'm so happy Lao has SO many pictures!! Anyway, the collage below is what I came up with through photoshop.
I have to say, my favorite ones are:
- Trix and Lao on the piano... as in I was laughing when I saw that shot.
- All of us under Lao's skirt. -- What can I say?? Another winner.
- Lao and Jean laughing -- I cannot even remember taking this picture!! And that's my sandal-clad foot in the bottom right part!!
- GK
- Salubong sa bar -- fuuuuun. I remember it was so crazy on Taft and we were trying to watch the game on that tiny TV... and we were so happy for Mon and Jean!
- You four girls at Oliver's at Rockwell -- Because I think we were talking to Jean that time about her little "bean".
Sigh. Happy times :)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Nanowrimo
I'm going to try and write a novel. Nat sent me this link and I wanted to challenge myself by trying to do it. I have no topic or any ideas what i'm going to write about. But I think part of the fun is in the mystery of the short unknown. If I were to write about my life i would entitle the book... How to Spend Your Life Doing Nothing. But I think that would be tremendously boring. So, goodluck to me!!!! http://www.nanowrimo.org/ here's the site if any of you want to join me in my new adventure!
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