43: about the sad perspective and giants.

Yesterday I had a conversation with the mother about the father.

I learned that my father has been making these little comments about us never ever going to make it better in life.
The exact words were "Hindi na tayo makakaahon."  Those were big words pertaining to our overall status as a family.  The funny thing here is honestly I consider us way better off than most families, from where we are -  we have cable tv, internet, an air conditioned room, a car, our own house - all these things that place us somewhere in the middle class group. We do not have outstanding debts, all of us have insurance, we get to buy medicines, vitamins, books, cds; we all have our mobile phones.

About the father. We've always argued that he is a glass-half-empty person: Show him or tell him something and he'll notice the negative side of it right away.  Show him a photo of a nice nipa hut and he'll tell you snakes can come inside it anytime. Show him a photo of a bike you're planning to buy and he'll tell you a lot of people die from bicycles. A balloon can cause fires. puppies = rabies.

But to have that perspective about where we are in life right now, I think that crushes a part of me a bit. That sort of makes my effort to establish our family financially  all these years not enough. I know, I might be pushing these thoughts a bit too much but I can't help it. Suddenly everything was weighed and I feel that I've fallen short of his expectations.

excuse me while I go to outer space a bit. -> aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah -> falls back to earth. ok i'm fine now. I had to let that out.

Sigh. Life is short. Make it count.


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Anyone saw the night giant last night? Don't mind the passing skysplitter; that's a night sky patrol. I don't know where he bought his serenitea at that hour.

The giant was awesome! It was sad though.

42: about the 4am syndrome

For the past week I haven't been sleeping earlier than 4am. Blame it on the body clock. or yes work. or George Martin. I am basically surviving this work week on the premise that most (if not all) of my presentations got booked in the late afternoons until wee hours.

Honestly, I want to run run run again. Not because I want to lose whatever it is I gained last December but I'm badly missing the palpitations not induced by coffee. I miss sitting under the trees, feeling the morning breeze, staring at swaying leaves, morning sunrays passing through waving trees, watching people around Ayala rush to work. chipmunks.

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I really admire people who've been through a lot and still maintain a cheerful disposition.

I think I'm going to drag M to the local museum on Saturday. I hope it's open on weekends.

Spell coherence.

Promise I'll share a better story on my next post.

Oh wait I remembered something. Haha when I got home earlier I managed to sneak in and surprise our dog. I think I literally saw him jump. Sorry Tadi.


Self pooortrait! Not really. poof! (mung bean disappears)

41: about being the dishwasher.

Happy new year everyone.

Wait I've got something to tell you, my dear reader. If you washed the dishes after New Year's eve, let me tell you something:

You. are. soooo. coool.


I mean it. You are soo cool. Perhaps a lot of people hurried upstairs to chat with friends or upload the night's celebration on twitter or facebook; or slept right away, but not you: you chose to wash the dishes. That is so cool my friend.

If not, hey wait, it's still cool; but make it one of the top items on your list for this year: to learn a household chore.

Because because that is what separates the real men and women from the boys and girls. We can be equal on all aspects - tech, pop culture, science. We can all learn that. But what boys and girls do not choose to do is them household chores.

Ohoho don't give me that "we have a househelper that gets paid for that" excuse. No sir, no ma'am. I'm not talking about you doing it all the time; I'm talking about you choosing to learn and do it once in a while.

Because it's not simple.

It is not the same as washing the car or cleaning your room. It is complicated.  You need to learn the difference between scouring pads and sponges. Why dishwasing pastes and liquids and bars exists. You need to learn the ways to wash the dishes and NOT waste water. There is a system; there are rules.

And it's therapeutic. The whole act of getting your hands dirty. The sight of heaps of dirty plates. Then the process of wiping them off, then the soap suds, then rinsing, then arranging.

Now it's time to get your fingers all curly and prune like, and not through hours of swimming but through prolonged washing of the dishes.

There is no try. Do it.


I know I shouldnt be blogging while a bit tipsy but I still do it anyway. Hoho.