March 27, 2006
12:30 pm
what miles can do to your life? not so extraordinary but special. seeing your kids even for a short visit, meeting at last your newest addition to the family, talking, having dinner and drinking coffee with your loved ones to name a few. what really gave me palpitatation was when my eldest introduce me to her girlfriend. its not that i dont like her but i can not see myself to be a grandma in the near future. pleease anak. not in two or three years. okay?
i still feel groggy cause i took the red eye trip from manila. i only slept for a couple of hours since i arrived and im not in my nicest mood. but then, you read your text messages and suddenly it is alright. what friends can do to your boring and unexciting life is worthwhile.
yesterday i had a close encounter again with mr. bautista himself. a countless thanks to migs.i was in teatrina in greenhills to participate in the grands fans day of christian. i was sitting by myself when suddenly migs texted me to join him backstage. and there he was.... bigger than life watching asap in his laptop. when i handed him my pasalubong na durian tarts, he immediately opened the box and uttered thank you and that he was hungry. so while, munching he talked about nothing in particular and that was enough. i can say that i am passed the gushing and screaming phase when it comes to ian. it is not that the magic or fantasy has gone but it is different when you feel that the barrier has been broken. it is not a fan to idol relationship but its a person to person kind of thing. but still he made my day.
my only regret is that i didnt have the chance to finish the affair since i have to buy pasalubongs pa and to meet my daughter and a friend whom i missed very much. i've been to eastwood for the first time so i still have the option to go and see market market and esquinita . maybe for the next miles to come?
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
alone again, naturally
march 20, 2006
7:45 pm
silence in the house. you can't hear anything but the sound of the computer keys. yes, i am alone but not lonely. not at all. this is so because i just had an overseas call from my husband, i chatted with my kids, biological or otherwise, talked with my eldest on the phone and kissed by my youngest. how could life be better than that?
my youngest came home just to eat and leave again to practice play for a school requirement. it is being written that being solitary means sad and secluded. . well, i beg to disagree because i am not. though it's a horrifying thought that your kids will leave you eventually when they raise their own family, i am not worried. they were given roots the moment they were born and i gave them wings as a gift. wings so they can spread and discover what life is in store for them. roots - so they will come back to where they came from.
i am lucky to have a husband who is a good father and provider. well my kids, they have different personalities but i can gauge their temperaments, and sad to say they can't beat mine. hahaha. the priviledge of being a mother. oops, i have a message its from girard to say hello and how i've been. see? who says that i am alone. another message now from bambi who is my inaanak sa kasal. he is in cebu working, and just texted to say hi. god, what a feeling i have right now. unexplainable!
i have a theory and i practice it. family is not about blood. it's about commitment. when you commit yourself to a certain individual and give love, then that is family. sure you will miss them when they go but as the rate it is going right now, i am confident they will come back in time and we will be in each others' arms again.
the title of my blog is from a song by the irish crooner gilbert o' sullivan in the 70's. it topped the us charts for weeks. the chorus goes like this - " it seems to me that there are more hearts broken in this world that can't be mended left unattended what do we do what do we do." well, if i could mend just one heart then i will be happy to oblige, but then i would not stop at one. i will try to love as much as i can so even in this small act of kindness towards another human being, will heal the problems the country is facing right now. it is suppose to be for the greater good. then maybe, maybe we will not be alone but one. . . . .
7:45 pm
silence in the house. you can't hear anything but the sound of the computer keys. yes, i am alone but not lonely. not at all. this is so because i just had an overseas call from my husband, i chatted with my kids, biological or otherwise, talked with my eldest on the phone and kissed by my youngest. how could life be better than that?
my youngest came home just to eat and leave again to practice play for a school requirement. it is being written that being solitary means sad and secluded. . well, i beg to disagree because i am not. though it's a horrifying thought that your kids will leave you eventually when they raise their own family, i am not worried. they were given roots the moment they were born and i gave them wings as a gift. wings so they can spread and discover what life is in store for them. roots - so they will come back to where they came from.
i am lucky to have a husband who is a good father and provider. well my kids, they have different personalities but i can gauge their temperaments, and sad to say they can't beat mine. hahaha. the priviledge of being a mother. oops, i have a message its from girard to say hello and how i've been. see? who says that i am alone. another message now from bambi who is my inaanak sa kasal. he is in cebu working, and just texted to say hi. god, what a feeling i have right now. unexplainable!
i have a theory and i practice it. family is not about blood. it's about commitment. when you commit yourself to a certain individual and give love, then that is family. sure you will miss them when they go but as the rate it is going right now, i am confident they will come back in time and we will be in each others' arms again.
the title of my blog is from a song by the irish crooner gilbert o' sullivan in the 70's. it topped the us charts for weeks. the chorus goes like this - " it seems to me that there are more hearts broken in this world that can't be mended left unattended what do we do what do we do." well, if i could mend just one heart then i will be happy to oblige, but then i would not stop at one. i will try to love as much as i can so even in this small act of kindness towards another human being, will heal the problems the country is facing right now. it is suppose to be for the greater good. then maybe, maybe we will not be alone but one. . . . .
Sunday, March 19, 2006
close encounter with christian bautista
march 16, 2006 11:30 pm
i have to write this down or else i can't sleep. the euphoria is still high and my heartbeat is not normal. i really had the chance to talk and have our pictures taken with christian bautista.
at first, me and the rest of the cf's in davao (there were only four of us) after waiting for two hours were disappointed, because we were not allowed to go at the backstage. so per migs intruction, i went to look for ian"s pa jhune, and name dropped. eureka! we were allowed to have a chat with ian and of course, picture picture. i had a grand time because he really accomodated us while waiting for his turn to sing at the mini concert. i will never forget this encounter and i have to thank migs for texting ian about us. hanggang sa susunod anak ha? i really owe you a lot na.
when he was called at the stage you can hear the screaming fans and i bet it reverberated at the whole ncccc mall. since it was an open place, im not sure how many were there but the cds that they were selling was sold out. he sang at least six songs and the audience was enthralled by all of it. the crowd can't still get enough of him and they waited for the autograph signing of the cds. i made daya kasi even though he signed mine backstage i still had a page in his completely album signed so that i will have the chance to kiss him.(oh ha? migs documented ito so you might as well believe it) we said our goodbyes and beso beso uli. i thanked him and jhune for this wonderful and unforgettable night. i can die happy na. mr bautista you are such a trouper and a marvelous person. for sure i still can picture it in my mind, how it was to have a close encounter with the person i admire most and the thought of it will linger forever. until i see you again, until my hearbeat goes abnormal, until another euphoric feeling. it was a pleasure to be with you even for a short time. until we meet again. . . . . .
i have to write this down or else i can't sleep. the euphoria is still high and my heartbeat is not normal. i really had the chance to talk and have our pictures taken with christian bautista.
at first, me and the rest of the cf's in davao (there were only four of us) after waiting for two hours were disappointed, because we were not allowed to go at the backstage. so per migs intruction, i went to look for ian"s pa jhune, and name dropped. eureka! we were allowed to have a chat with ian and of course, picture picture. i had a grand time because he really accomodated us while waiting for his turn to sing at the mini concert. i will never forget this encounter and i have to thank migs for texting ian about us. hanggang sa susunod anak ha? i really owe you a lot na.
when he was called at the stage you can hear the screaming fans and i bet it reverberated at the whole ncccc mall. since it was an open place, im not sure how many were there but the cds that they were selling was sold out. he sang at least six songs and the audience was enthralled by all of it. the crowd can't still get enough of him and they waited for the autograph signing of the cds. i made daya kasi even though he signed mine backstage i still had a page in his completely album signed so that i will have the chance to kiss him.(oh ha? migs documented ito so you might as well believe it) we said our goodbyes and beso beso uli. i thanked him and jhune for this wonderful and unforgettable night. i can die happy na. mr bautista you are such a trouper and a marvelous person. for sure i still can picture it in my mind, how it was to have a close encounter with the person i admire most and the thought of it will linger forever. until i see you again, until my hearbeat goes abnormal, until another euphoric feeling. it was a pleasure to be with you even for a short time. until we meet again. . . . . .
Sunday, March 12, 2006
the gift of love
i want to begin why i named my blog as nurturer-serendipity. nurturer, because a friend called me as such. im daw a person with nurturing spirit. serendipity because i believe that i have the knack of finding valuable thing or person not being sought for.
when i was still based in tarlac, i was a religious adviser for a group of high school students from don bosco school for boys and the college of holy spirit for girls. i didn't treat them as students but friends and some as member of my family. surprisingly, the love and the affection i gave to them was well received because up to this day they still are around to keep in touch and call if they want some advice. god. im so fullfilled and happy everytime they do so.
now, through the cfs (that's christian bautista friends) i have another set of friends and maybe in time if we have the chance to see and know each other, i can consider them as my family as well.
some of them call me nanay na, and its the highest form of endearment one can call me. its a music to my ear and a lift to my spirit. my family members have flourished and i shuddder to think what the national census would say of me having a lot of kids. i know i love myself and i've got enough love to share and give to those who need them.
at the moment, the biggest boost i got is from a friend who is now working in makati. he gave me a note that summed all what i think is the end result of loving someone without condition and
restriction. im so lucky that i have the pleasure of knowing him and the previledge of loving him.
the power of love knows no bounds and i am looking forward to see and meet my new family, the cf's so that i could extend to them what i have the most. the gift of love.
your no. 1 in my list migs. . . .it's alway a pleasure talking and chatting with you. see you when i see you. thank you also ian because through you i met all these wonderful friends that i can cherish for a lifetime.
when i was still based in tarlac, i was a religious adviser for a group of high school students from don bosco school for boys and the college of holy spirit for girls. i didn't treat them as students but friends and some as member of my family. surprisingly, the love and the affection i gave to them was well received because up to this day they still are around to keep in touch and call if they want some advice. god. im so fullfilled and happy everytime they do so.
now, through the cfs (that's christian bautista friends) i have another set of friends and maybe in time if we have the chance to see and know each other, i can consider them as my family as well.
some of them call me nanay na, and its the highest form of endearment one can call me. its a music to my ear and a lift to my spirit. my family members have flourished and i shuddder to think what the national census would say of me having a lot of kids. i know i love myself and i've got enough love to share and give to those who need them.
at the moment, the biggest boost i got is from a friend who is now working in makati. he gave me a note that summed all what i think is the end result of loving someone without condition and
restriction. im so lucky that i have the pleasure of knowing him and the previledge of loving him.
the power of love knows no bounds and i am looking forward to see and meet my new family, the cf's so that i could extend to them what i have the most. the gift of love.
your no. 1 in my list migs. . . .it's alway a pleasure talking and chatting with you. see you when i see you. thank you also ian because through you i met all these wonderful friends that i can cherish for a lifetime.
Friday, March 10, 2006
A DAY IN A LIFE OF A PROFESSIONAL BUM
that's me a bum. not the dirty or an uncouth one but a bum nonetheless. bum is defined by pareng daniel as a person spending time umemployed and wandering. ako yon. unemployed and sometimes wandering. today i spent it with friends in a private island aboard a speedboat that you can only see in the movies. i was fetched at the house by chauffer driven range rover and feeling sikat cause im in the company of the rich and the elite. but they are good friends so they are excused from my hatred.
it so happened that a group of my friend friends were invited. they are delegates of the district convention of the rotary club. there are americans from the group and i told myself goodness im going to run out of my savings of the english language. they are professional businessmen from nebraska so their expertise and adeptness of the dialect can be seen. also they are reeking of wealth because while the younger one was wearing a rolex watch the older of the two was wearing an audemars piguet. wow! all those nights that i was reading all those american magazines has good results. i can identify expensive wristwatches now. lunch was sumptuous. oh all those food glorious food. our host is really fond of eating thats why when he has a party expect to be full until you drop. i was at the same table as the americans and they were surprised by our knowledge of their history and geographical location. when i told them that nebraska's capital is lincoln and they are in the midwest and near the square states, amazement is the next reaction. well, it doesnt mean i have brown skin that i am clueless of whats in the other side of the world. everybody had a good time but thats not all. our host decided that we pass by the pearl farm and have picture taking. then to the waterfront hotel coffee house to cool a bit and have halo-halo. i was thinking, lucky me, to be in all these people and surrounding considering i have only 100 pesos in my pocket. well, if im being defined by my status in life, it doesnt matter that im a bum but im rich, no filthy rich because i have friends who are always there when i need them and give comfort when the going gets tough. right gie? i wish you were there so with mickay. kulang ang line up. im here posting this blog and the phone rings. . its another friend inviting me to join her to go to the spa and have a massage, at her expense of course before i could say that i dont have money. aren't i lucky? so that's me - a bum.
it so happened that a group of my friend friends were invited. they are delegates of the district convention of the rotary club. there are americans from the group and i told myself goodness im going to run out of my savings of the english language. they are professional businessmen from nebraska so their expertise and adeptness of the dialect can be seen. also they are reeking of wealth because while the younger one was wearing a rolex watch the older of the two was wearing an audemars piguet. wow! all those nights that i was reading all those american magazines has good results. i can identify expensive wristwatches now. lunch was sumptuous. oh all those food glorious food. our host is really fond of eating thats why when he has a party expect to be full until you drop. i was at the same table as the americans and they were surprised by our knowledge of their history and geographical location. when i told them that nebraska's capital is lincoln and they are in the midwest and near the square states, amazement is the next reaction. well, it doesnt mean i have brown skin that i am clueless of whats in the other side of the world. everybody had a good time but thats not all. our host decided that we pass by the pearl farm and have picture taking. then to the waterfront hotel coffee house to cool a bit and have halo-halo. i was thinking, lucky me, to be in all these people and surrounding considering i have only 100 pesos in my pocket. well, if im being defined by my status in life, it doesnt matter that im a bum but im rich, no filthy rich because i have friends who are always there when i need them and give comfort when the going gets tough. right gie? i wish you were there so with mickay. kulang ang line up. im here posting this blog and the phone rings. . its another friend inviting me to join her to go to the spa and have a massage, at her expense of course before i could say that i dont have money. aren't i lucky? so that's me - a bum.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
having 140/100 bp for ten pesos
jesus h. christ! i am sorry if it sounds like a profanity. why wouldnt i? came across the net about the ten peso fare promo of cebu pacific for their 10th year anniversary. pinatulan ko and decided to book and buy because thats the catch of the promo. take note that the book and buy is from march 3-8 and travel period is from june 20 to october 18. filipino that i am went on the last day and nabigla sa bumulaga sa akin. the ticketing office was filled to the rafters with people in all shape and size. so i took the queue and sa awa ng diyos after standing for almost 4 hrs. i was served at 5pm na. i was not only hungry, tired and irritated but alas! the girl behind the counter was to do my ticket mano-mano since their machine conked out. my blood was really boiling because she took her sweet time in doing so. well i can't blame her kasi i bought drum roll please, tickets for ten passengers. haha. we are a funny lot kasi mahilig tayo ng promos, midnight sale and the ukay-ukay. as my son who was taking my bp said,"nanay naman eh may pera ka naman bakit mo pinapahirapan ang sarili mo." i told him my boy, its not the price it is the challenge of haggling and getting away with it. 2256 for round tripticket to manila? that is cheap and to hell with 140/100. i went home tired and hungry but satisfied.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
my first but not my last
March 7, 2006
i finally made it. im a blogger. i should have thought of this a long time ago. after all i have all the time in the world.
being a mother of four grown up kids give me the luxury of just being a person of nothing to do with my time but read, watch tv and movies and text twist. now i can add posting blogs to kill time. for a while i worked in australia with my husband but after almost four years of doing so, the call of motherhood comes first. i have to go home to be with the kids to support and just be there for them. now, three have finished their respective degrees, and the youngest is still in his second year in college. it's so fulfilling to see your kids grow up to be good persons and having values that you instill to them when they were still young.
technology is a blessing. i am thankful computer illiterate that i am,i can share my thoughts and feelings through this blog. i dont want to dwell longer on my initiation but i feel liberated ciao!
i finally made it. im a blogger. i should have thought of this a long time ago. after all i have all the time in the world.
being a mother of four grown up kids give me the luxury of just being a person of nothing to do with my time but read, watch tv and movies and text twist. now i can add posting blogs to kill time. for a while i worked in australia with my husband but after almost four years of doing so, the call of motherhood comes first. i have to go home to be with the kids to support and just be there for them. now, three have finished their respective degrees, and the youngest is still in his second year in college. it's so fulfilling to see your kids grow up to be good persons and having values that you instill to them when they were still young.
technology is a blessing. i am thankful computer illiterate that i am,i can share my thoughts and feelings through this blog. i dont want to dwell longer on my initiation but i feel liberated ciao!
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