Mana sa Tatay moment #75

May kakaibang kinang yung mga mata ni Dear Dawter nang makita niya na may bagong deskfan na uwi si Nanay. Akala ko pa naman na natuwa siya at may sariling electric fan na siya… mali pala ang akala ko.

Yung karton pala nung electric fan ang puntirya niya!

Konting gupit… kulay… sinulid… pandikit… tiklop… props… at sandamakmak na imahinasyon — naging expanding dollhouse bigla yung karton!

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Hanep, anak! Gandang display ng creativity (panalo yung folding volleyball court) at perseverance (natiis mo ang pangungulit ni bebehboi).

Manang-mana ka talaga kay Tatay! Hehehehe.

So, Architecture o Engineering na ba ang pag-iipunan naming pan-tuition mo ni Nanay? 🙂

Mana sa Tatay moment #75

Kung gagawa ako ng isang kwentong pambata…

… titiyakin ko na pawang mga katotohanan lamang ang lalamanin nito. Dahil we owe it to the next generation to tell them the TRUTH — about life, other people, their government, their community, their family.

Shempre we can sugar-coat the truth a bit to make it a little more palatable (read: less terrifying) to their young minds; but it is the truth, nevertheless.

Such truth as:

  • There is no magic wand, or magic carpet, or fairy god-mother… who will erase your misfortunes and whisk you off to Never-Neverland. Lahat ay pinaghihirapan. Kahit sa pagtaya sa Lotto, pipila ka ng katakut-takot!
  • There is no Prince Charming… Prince Charing pa siguro, meron. Wala ring Cinderella. Puro mga feeling-Cinderella lang.
  • “BFF” can sometimes mean “bitchy f@%king friends”
  • Kids, no matter how young, and even if they don’t really mean it, can be very mean sometimes.
  • Many adults, especially those wielding secular and religious powers, often prefer that young people don’t think for themselves.
  • No one is entirely good all the time; neither is one entirely evil. Most people are in the middle, struggling to be good, but being forced by circumstances to be evil.
  • Promises are not meant to be broken, but they usually are. Kaya hinay-hinay lang sa pangangako.
  • Ang mga magulang, ginagabayan din dapat minsan ng mga anak nila.
  • Lies are oftentimes passed off as the truth.
  • People sometimes prefer convenient lies over brutal truths.

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😦

Kung gagawa ako ng isang kwentong pambata…

Why X-mas ain’t that “merry” to me.

OO. Alam ko. Title pa lang, emong-emo na ang dating.

Ewan ko ba… tuwing magpa-Pasko kasi ay magkahalong saya’t lungkot palagi ang nadarama ko.

Masaya kasi natutuwa ang mga anak ko, lalu na yung panganay, sa Pasko. Palibhasa walang pasok… maraming nahaharbat na regalo galing sa mga Ninang at Titas at sa aming mga magulang nila… maraming magagandang palabas sa TV… madalas ang pasyal… mas masarap ang pagkain sa bahay… may parol sa labas… mas malamig ang panahon.

Pero malungkot din kasi naaalala ko naman yung kabataan ko… na halos kabaliktaran ng mga Paskong alam ng mga anak ko.

Haaays. 😦

Totoo ngang ang Pasko ay para sa mga bata.

Why X-mas ain’t that “merry” to me.

Hair, there and everywhere…

Kung percentage ang pag-uusapan, di hamak na mas madalas maikli ang buhok ko kaysa mahaba.

Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, 2 beses lang akong naging “long-hair” — nung grumadweyt ako sa high school (nakawala sa lungga kaya biglang sinubukang hindi magpa-gupit ng maikli) at nung naging regular ako sa una kong trabaho (lumakas na ang loob na hindi umayon sa “hair code” ng opisina).

Paminsan-minsan, kung tino-toyo, sinusubukan kong magpahaba ulit ng buhok… pero wala din.

Hindi na kasi ako kasing-patient gaya dati (sa paghihintay na humaba ang buhok). Mabilis na akong mainip… ma-asar sa “big hair” stage ng pagpapa-haba ng buhok.

Kaya medyo weird ang nagiging resulta tuloy:

  

       

Sabi nga nung paborito kong Henyo d’yan sa gilid-gilid… MAGULO! MAGULO!

🙂

Hair, there and everywhere…

Sure signs na nagmi-MIDLIFE CRISIS ka na :-(

Yan ang hirap sa mga posts na ganito… ia-out mo talaga sarili mo na nagmi-midlife crisis ka na nga. Otherwise, saan mo binase ang iyong mga claims, di ba? Haaays.

Pero anyway, duda ko talaga na andun na ako sa stage ng buhay na tinatawag na “Mid-life Crisis.”

Midlife crisis is a term coined in 1965 by Elliott Jaques stating a time where adults come to realize their own mortality and how much time is left in their life. A midlife crisis is experienced by many people during the midlife transition when they realize that life may be more than halfway over. (Wikipedia)

Bakit ko nasabi ‘to, ‘ka n’yo?

Consider The Signs:

  • Mas nadadagdagan (hindi nababawasan) ang aking pag-inom.
  • Mas madali na akong ma-bore sa mga bagay-bagay.
  • Nag-iisip na akong magpakabit ng Hikaw (sa kaliwang tenga)
  • Nanghihinayang na ako sa mga bagay na hindi ko nagawa nung medyo bata pa.
  • Nagiging nostalgic na ako palagi.
  • Madalas nang ma-depress.
  • Gustong kong bumili ng “Big Bike” (dahil lang hindi ko afford ang sports car)
  • Basta na lang nag-decide na hindi magpapa-gupit/mag-aahit sa loob ng isang taon.
  • Nabawasan ng matindi yung sense of humor ko (hindi na kasing-babaw ng dati)
  • At pagdating sa sex… Ah basta. Huhuhuhu…

😦

Sure signs na nagmi-MIDLIFE CRISIS ka na :-(

DIY Tip # 25 — Duct Tape is da Bomb!

Problem — luma na ang kisame…pinapasok na ito ng mga naghahabulang pusa at daga… as in dumadagundong ang kisame… kaso, natiyempong may kabigatan pala yung pusa… natapilok… ayun, lumusot ang paa sa kawawang lawanit!

Paksheet! What to do?!

Don’t Panic!

Hanap agad ng pwedeng pantapal…

BOOM!

Solb!

Next Problem? 🙂

DIY Tip # 25 — Duct Tape is da Bomb!

Taragis talagang buhay ‘to…

Birthday ng Misis ko nung isang araw. Hindi kami nakapag-handa. Hindi ako naka-bili ng cake. Hindi ako nakabili ng regalo. Pareho kaming wala sa bahay nun. Kasi nasa ospital kami. Na-confine yung panganay namin. Nung una akala Dengue. Nung hindi pala, akala naman Typhoid. Nung hindi pa rin, akala naman Gastroenteritis. Dun tumama sila. Pero hindi rin pala. Kulang. Maliban sa Gastroenteritis, may Tonsilitis din. At ang delikado talaga… Dehydration. Daming Blood Samples na kinuha. Daming iyak. Daming luha. Wawa. Kung pwede lang sana ako na lang ang sinuwero. Ako na lang sumuka. Ako na lang naratay sa kama ng tatlong araw. Ng dalawang gabi. Buti na lang gumaling ka na, anak. Sakto pa sa birthday ng Nanay mo yung pag-uwi natin sa bahay. Parang regalo na din pala, ano? Na-miss mo ba kapatid mo? Kahit ganun yun na-miss ka din nun. Mahal na mahal ka namin ng Nanay mo, anak. Pareho ng pagmamahal namin sa kapatid mo. Walang labis, walang kulang. Huwag na nating ulitin ‘to ha? Pramis? Good. Happy Birthday, Dear!

Taragis talagang buhay ‘to…

2 down… 98 to go. Happy Birthday, Anak! :-)

Kaka-2nd birthday lang ng bunso kong anak a few days ago. Coming as I did from a family that wasn’t too hot with holding birthday parties (or any party for that matter… X-mas parties excluded, shemps), the missus and I decided on a simple celebratory affair: go to the mall to cool off, give the birthday boy a new haircut, allow the kids to play at timezone, and have lunch together.

Maliban sa birthday-haircut plan (nagwala si bebehboi… di yata type yung manggugupit. hehehe), maayos namang natuloy yung ibang activities.

Kaso, after nakauwi na kami… after settled-in na ulit ang mag-kapatid sa bahay (read: nagbabangayan as usual)… napa-isip ako: ano ba ang birthday wish ko sa aking bunso?

A mix of “the usuals” and “medyo kakaiba” na wishes, apparently.

  1. To have a healthy life.
  2. To have a reasonably happy life.
  3. To always get along nicely with his Ate.
  4. To have a good education.
  5. To be intelligent.
  6. To live in a relatively safe and just society.
  7. To be “green” minded (read: environmentalist).
  8. To be considered by other people as a “good person”
  9. To have true friends (kahit konti lang sila).
  10. To be humble.
  11. To be responsible.
  12. To be able to contribute to the improvement of his community, society, the country and the world.
  13. To have a wonderful family.
  14. To have a long AND productive life.
  15. To have a great sense of humor.
  16. To always learn from his mistakes.
  17. To not be “sheep.”
  18. To not be too pressured by the expectations of his parents 🙂

Happy Birthday, Anak! 2 down… 98 to go! 🙂

2 down… 98 to go. Happy Birthday, Anak! :-)

Para maiba lang…

Mahirap ang buhay… andaming mas mahalagang gastusin na dapat paglaanan ng budget.

Pero mahalaga din naman ang Parol, di ba? Kaya 2 years ago ay bumili ako ng kauna-unahang Capiz Parol ng aming pamilya. Ansaya-saya ng Dear Dawter ko nung unang binuksan yung kumikuti-kutitap niyang mga ilaw.

Pero ngayon, after 2 years, tila bored na si Dear Dawter sa aming parol. Di rin yata impressed ang aming bagong Bebehboi. Bakit daw walang ibang kulay?

Kaya hayun… dahil matalino ang kanilang Ina (at matipid din, obviously. hehehe), PULA na ang parol namin!

Yehey! Mabuhay ang cellophane! 🙂

Para maiba lang…

Living under the gun… it ain’t fun.

The recent ambush-slay of a Philcoa executive is just the latest in a long list of murders involving “unknown gun-wielding assailants.” Prior to this attack there was the killing of a doctor in Quezon; the assasination of the PUP Vice-President; the killing of DSWD Makati Assistant Chief, Mila Dumaguit (the murder being recorded on CCTV cameras)…

The yet unsolved murder of Ramgen Revilla only underscores the seriousness of the situation. Doubtless, this won’t be the last incident.

Bakit nagkaganito tayo? We were quite peaceful once, right? I remember my Lolo’s stories about how safe it was, during the 50s and 60s, to walk the streets of Manila; more so the provinces.

An’yare?! Exactly when did we become this gun-crazy, shoot-em-up-just-like-that nation?!

Was it because of World War 2? Was it Marcos’ fault? Is the grinding poverty a key factor, or the people’s chronic distrust of government’s capacity to protect them from criminals?

Or have we been conditioned to “shoot first and ask questions later” from watching too many cowboy and indian movies? FPJ movies? Lapid movies?

Ewan.

Basta ang alam ko, I don’t want my kids to grow up in this kind of society. If we can’t change it, we’ll just have to leave it behind. For their sake. 😦

Nga pala, today, yet another “unknown assailant” shot basketball star, Ali Peek, in the neck.

’nuff said.

Living under the gun… it ain’t fun.