Unsay tambal sa sapoton nga ilong?
My nose is running like hell! Yet Again!
How can I ever stop it?
And there’s a promise of a flu again!
O Holy Shit!
How can I ever stop it?
And there’s a promise of a flu again!
O Holy Shit!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Differences
The World Economy is sick-worried of a Global Financial melt-down.
In the middle world, financial markets glued their eyes on the current drama of Societe General and the so-called one-man-deception that makes the giant bank’s knees wobble! Even Sarko is pissed off! Sarko who??? Wait, did they really say one-man?
In the lower world, I worry about a fake 5 euro bill that might be.
In some other world, they worry about the exchange rate of different currencies to peso.
And in my son’s world, he wonders why he cannot find live dinosaurs in our zoo!
In the middle world, financial markets glued their eyes on the current drama of Societe General and the so-called one-man-deception that makes the giant bank’s knees wobble! Even Sarko is pissed off! Sarko who??? Wait, did they really say one-man?
In the lower world, I worry about a fake 5 euro bill that might be.
In some other world, they worry about the exchange rate of different currencies to peso.
And in my son’s world, he wonders why he cannot find live dinosaurs in our zoo!
Santa Claus and Penguin
He woke up at 4:30 pm. The winter sun was still quite up and I needed a walk after midway of Apocalypto. There was a distant throbbing deep down in my brain and fresh air was mostly welcome.
Me: David, do you want to bike outside before the sun goes away?
David: No mama, je veux jouer avec mon dinosaure! (No mama, I want to play with my dinosaur!)
Me: Well you can play with that later, there’s still sun outside we can play football, okay?
David, jumped excitedly and went looking for his ball.
Papa: Ma, I think the playground will close at 5 pm, which gives you 20 minutes.
Me: Hurry up David, we’ll just play at the small playground downstairs. There’s no time to go to the big one. When we arrive there, the guardian is closing it.
There was a rush of jackets, hats and scarves searching for their right places.
While I was putting on David’s rubber shoes, I heard papa said something in the bedroom: “Let me check the website if they close at 5 pm or 5:30 pm, perhaps we have time to go to the big playground.”
David was there looking at me one foot suspended in mid-air, waiting for the shoe to be put on: Eh mama, tu fais quoi la, tu attends le Pere Noel! (eh mama, what are you doing there, are you waiting for Santa Claus?)
I dropped the shoe! Completely surprised!
Inside the elevator, all three of us, I was deep in my thoughts still nibbling at what he said, absent-mindedly listening to both of them talking about Dinosaur. When the door opened, papa went out first doing the big dinosaur walk, slow-motion, one stumping step after another.
Then David exclaimed: “Arrete de marcher comme un penguin papa!” (Stop walking like a penguin papa!) Papa and I both stopped dead, my wide-eyes reflected that of his.
The final blow was when after the park we passed by the store to buy bonbons. He only had 30 cents. He paid the man and we left. He was so happy and proud holding his bag of bonbons. Then I said: Well David, what do we say to papa? He jerked his head up looking at us, then coyly said: Merci papa! Then swallowed the words back faster than he said it and barked:
“Mais non mama, on dit merci David, c’est moi qui a paye!” (No mama, we say thank you David, it’s me who paid!)
I swear some unknown and unseen entities are whispering words to my son’s ears!
Me: David, do you want to bike outside before the sun goes away?
David: No mama, je veux jouer avec mon dinosaure! (No mama, I want to play with my dinosaur!)
Me: Well you can play with that later, there’s still sun outside we can play football, okay?
David, jumped excitedly and went looking for his ball.
Papa: Ma, I think the playground will close at 5 pm, which gives you 20 minutes.
Me: Hurry up David, we’ll just play at the small playground downstairs. There’s no time to go to the big one. When we arrive there, the guardian is closing it.
There was a rush of jackets, hats and scarves searching for their right places.
While I was putting on David’s rubber shoes, I heard papa said something in the bedroom: “Let me check the website if they close at 5 pm or 5:30 pm, perhaps we have time to go to the big playground.”
David was there looking at me one foot suspended in mid-air, waiting for the shoe to be put on: Eh mama, tu fais quoi la, tu attends le Pere Noel! (eh mama, what are you doing there, are you waiting for Santa Claus?)
I dropped the shoe! Completely surprised!
Inside the elevator, all three of us, I was deep in my thoughts still nibbling at what he said, absent-mindedly listening to both of them talking about Dinosaur. When the door opened, papa went out first doing the big dinosaur walk, slow-motion, one stumping step after another.
Then David exclaimed: “Arrete de marcher comme un penguin papa!” (Stop walking like a penguin papa!) Papa and I both stopped dead, my wide-eyes reflected that of his.
The final blow was when after the park we passed by the store to buy bonbons. He only had 30 cents. He paid the man and we left. He was so happy and proud holding his bag of bonbons. Then I said: Well David, what do we say to papa? He jerked his head up looking at us, then coyly said: Merci papa! Then swallowed the words back faster than he said it and barked:
“Mais non mama, on dit merci David, c’est moi qui a paye!” (No mama, we say thank you David, it’s me who paid!)
I swear some unknown and unseen entities are whispering words to my son’s ears!
Free Monday: David and Goliath
On the way to the Wet Market to buy BBQ Chicken for our Sunday Lunch:
Me: David don’t you wonder why there are many strange cars, motorbikes and vans park around our building?
David: What mama? Up, up! (Blocking my way, arms raised up to their limits)
Me: No, you walk you are far too heavy to be carried now, you know that!
Listen, do you remember that Bible story about a very brave boy called David who toppled down a giant called Goliath?
David: What mama? Can we buy candies now?
Me: Yes, today is Sunday, it’s your Sweets Day! Where’s the money I gave you to pay for the bonbons?
David: Here. Touching the zipped pocket of his scarf wrapped around his neck.
Me: Ok. Well, as I said, all these cars and vans parked are the media people. They are the ones you see on TV, reporters, cameramen, all of them.
David: What mama?!
Me: There’s this guy, like David in our story. No, not you. He works for a giant bank in France, Societe Generale, let’s call it Goliath. And you know, this David apparently did something wicked and made this Goliath Bank go almost bankrupt. He made the bank lost almost 5 billion euros. Do you know how much is that?
David: What mama?! Je ne connais pas! (I don’t know)
Me: Well with 5 billion euros, you can have an island all by yourself, and there’s nothing there but bonbons!
David: Yes mama, I got money here, taking out his 50 cents.
Me: Look at that van there with a satellite antenna on top of it, and computers inside, look, there’s a man looking at his flat computer screen, see that?
David: What mama?!
Me: Well, what about if we make a scene. I’ll steal your 50 cents and run away shouting, and you come after me crying, screaming, “someone stole my 50 cents!”
David: No, mama, we’ll buy bonbons!
Me: You know if we do that scene, we might be on TV on prime time tonight. You’ll see me running and yourself screaming! Do you think it’s worth watching?
David: Arrete mama! Je ne connais pas! (Stop it mama, I don’t know)
Me: Well, then these reporters will be bored for hours and hours waiting for that David to come out. You see, that’s the police building there, across your school, and they kept David there for questioning. And all these reporters are waiting, waiting, and waiting they might sleep here all night!
David: No mama, I don’t want the police, let’s go buy bonbons!
Me, (Laughing at myself): Yes sweetheart, as I said Sunday is a Sweet Day! Let’s enjoy this day, and not be bothered about what adults do! One day you’ll understand what is 5 billion euros!
Me: David don’t you wonder why there are many strange cars, motorbikes and vans park around our building?
David: What mama? Up, up! (Blocking my way, arms raised up to their limits)
Me: No, you walk you are far too heavy to be carried now, you know that!
Listen, do you remember that Bible story about a very brave boy called David who toppled down a giant called Goliath?
David: What mama? Can we buy candies now?
Me: Yes, today is Sunday, it’s your Sweets Day! Where’s the money I gave you to pay for the bonbons?
David: Here. Touching the zipped pocket of his scarf wrapped around his neck.
Me: Ok. Well, as I said, all these cars and vans parked are the media people. They are the ones you see on TV, reporters, cameramen, all of them.
David: What mama?!
Me: There’s this guy, like David in our story. No, not you. He works for a giant bank in France, Societe Generale, let’s call it Goliath. And you know, this David apparently did something wicked and made this Goliath Bank go almost bankrupt. He made the bank lost almost 5 billion euros. Do you know how much is that?
David: What mama?! Je ne connais pas! (I don’t know)
Me: Well with 5 billion euros, you can have an island all by yourself, and there’s nothing there but bonbons!
David: Yes mama, I got money here, taking out his 50 cents.
Me: Look at that van there with a satellite antenna on top of it, and computers inside, look, there’s a man looking at his flat computer screen, see that?
David: What mama?!
Me: Well, what about if we make a scene. I’ll steal your 50 cents and run away shouting, and you come after me crying, screaming, “someone stole my 50 cents!”
David: No, mama, we’ll buy bonbons!
Me: You know if we do that scene, we might be on TV on prime time tonight. You’ll see me running and yourself screaming! Do you think it’s worth watching?
David: Arrete mama! Je ne connais pas! (Stop it mama, I don’t know)
Me: Well, then these reporters will be bored for hours and hours waiting for that David to come out. You see, that’s the police building there, across your school, and they kept David there for questioning. And all these reporters are waiting, waiting, and waiting they might sleep here all night!
David: No mama, I don’t want the police, let’s go buy bonbons!
Me, (Laughing at myself): Yes sweetheart, as I said Sunday is a Sweet Day! Let’s enjoy this day, and not be bothered about what adults do! One day you’ll understand what is 5 billion euros!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Just got Awarded!
I got a ball! A Precious One at that! Something to remind me how sweet and special this person is. Thank you mareng Cil, ever! I want to pass this on to two special friends I have not met yet: Mila (she is not blogging, still I hope she gets this, and Mommy Ligaya (she has stopped blogging, I don’t blame her, what with that lovely New Addition ;-))
Thanks for the friendship, even if I’m not there all the time!
Thanks for the friendship, even if I’m not there all the time!
Free Monday: KJ, yours truly
Papa’s email today, Jan. 21, AM
Hello Lover,
Since In August will be the big 10 I wanted to have a loving trip, just the two of us.
I was planning to go to Egypt , from the pyramids, to the temples of the South, a week long cruise along the Nile with activities, camel rides and desert crossing by bus to end on the red sea to swim. Before going back for a sound and light at the Pyramids.
Does it tempt you Mamou? My reply, seconds afterwards:
Sounds wonderful! But would we able to comeback to France body fully-intact?
Since In August will be the big 10 I wanted to have a loving trip, just the two of us.
I was planning to go to Egypt , from the pyramids, to the temples of the South, a week long cruise along the Nile with activities, camel rides and desert crossing by bus to end on the red sea to swim. Before going back for a sound and light at the Pyramids.
Does it tempt you Mamou? My reply, seconds afterwards:
Sounds wonderful! But would we able to comeback to France body fully-intact?
Monday, January 14, 2008
Free Monday: DIY and Palpak nga Pamasko
If you are running a business about NAILS, HAIR, AND CLOTHING REPAIRS, you would probably see me at your shop’s doorstep once in a blue moon. Or maybe never at all.
For girly-girly stuff such as nail painting and polishing, hair dyeing and shopping, I’m your ultimate BORING mate! I don’t wonder and I’m quite happy why none of my friends invite me to go doing these things.
NAIL and HAIR
Yesterday, I was on the verge of my life’s breaking event. I was seriously thinking of having my nails polished sans colors, and my hair dyed. Nails because with their length, they started chipping off and it’s such a nightmare when you put on stockings. And I don’t have to mention about the cuticles. Hair because my crown is steadily betraying my age and hubby is complaining about plucking the unwanted whites!
But woooff! This morning I woke up and thought about the time these will consume. I have to drop off David to school at 8:30 and would start queuing up in the nail care shop at 9 am. If lucky I will be finished by 10. Which would give me time to run to the hair salon, do the queuing again, and probably will be finished by 11:30 am, the time to pick up Davidl. That means my whole morning practically gone. For what?
As usual I’m back to DIM (do-it-myself). By 9 am my nails are shorter and clean, my hair chopped off. While doing those, I have two washing machines running (clothes and dishes). Four things being accomplished in 30 minutes. Before I left to pick up the piglet, clothes were hanged, dishes dried away, kitchen cleaned, rooms vacuumed, and I was able to call my family and wrote a blog entry and hopped around. That’s what I call accomplishments of a boring; monotonous life! Yet I feel better than having gone to all these nail and hair salons!
Palpak na mga Christmas Gifts!
I bought a watch for Papa for Christmas. I ordered it online, since I couldn’t find the model in the watch stores close to our place. It was said to be delivered on December 17. It fuckin’ arrived on January 4!
He bought me a pair of boots and winter jacket. None fits!
Yesterday, I obliged to go to the store to have my boots changed. At 10 am, I had my nose sneaking around Heyraud’s. David was running all over the place grabbing every boots standing! Papa brought him to a carousel for distraction, and I started feeling the irritation of Shopping. The boots he bought before Christmas is now on sale, and according to the sales lady, I can have anything I want as long as it tops off the price tag. I checked their bags. Almost collapsed at the price tags! Why would I get a fucking 250 euros bag? A scarf at 150 euros or boots at 250 euros for that matter! That’s abuse to the starving humanity! Blimey, I guess I could never be what they call “trendy”; fashionista” - much less, fashion-victim.
As it was migraine kicked in. David was screaming that he wanted to eat in the restaurant. The sales lady started to throw us uneasy looks!
The shoes I picked up were now below the price tag of that Christmas gift. There were limited designs and sizes. I had to choose another pair, that whatever fitted. In the end papa paid more! I looked at his face, to see signs of disgruntles! None. He seemed satisfied. I told him nicely, next time he buys me a gift, I give him the list first 
And there’s that Winter Jacket!
Everything fits except the sleeves. They go down to my knees! An assistant of the store already advised papa that we could have the sleeves shortened, should they not fit. Right! We have to pay for the service and wait for days to get the jacket back. This afternoon, while David is sleeping, I did it myself. In five minutes. Free, no rushing among the soldes-crowds, no freaking queuing at the store, no pushing of stroller in the cold and no headache!
Yes, I’m such a bore! But DIY? - Saves you time! Well about that white hair, I’ll have to ask Papa for a pulling-white-hair-therapy session. If he gets really grumpy, I have no choice but seek professional help. There’s no fuckin way I’ll walk around with white crown!
Three!
How well though I know thee? Out of Ten? Three! What a shame!
Tick-tack, tick-tack! The clock is ticking quite fast, as we waited for the countdown of 2008. We played this intimate game of how well you know your partner. I and hubby started biting our nails, as paper and pens were passed around.
Out of the ten questions, we only got three correct answers! The lowest in the rank!
1. The place where we first met. Well at least, we got that bloody right!
2. The place where made our official vows of love! – If he didn’t’ get it, ambot na lang!
3. This part completely evaporated with the champagne! – Shame! Shame! Shame!
The rest of the wicked questions:
1. After how many months of marriage your partner farted next to you! – Hubbies said “We did it long before the wedding!” Monkeys!!! At least they are honest! I did it the same! So?
2. What’s your hubby’s favourite food? – My answer – Sinigang/ Bicol express. I got a loud whisper in my ear at the moment of truth “No mama it’s kinilaw!” I jerked back: “What da… you only tasted it once, back in 1994!” How can it be your favourite?”
3. What’s your wife’s dream place to visit – He answered: New York and Venice . I answered, Egypt ! – Wrong continent, honey! Better luck next time! He was actually surprised with this one. Why Egypt ? Well, why not?
4. What your wife’s favourite shampoo? – His answer: L’oreal. Mine: Whatever! Man, I’m using my son’s shampoo; it’s all freaking the same!
M&J got 7! Wow, talking of soulmates!
As for us, the game goes on! Next question please….
Tick-tack, tick-tack! The clock is ticking quite fast, as we waited for the countdown of 2008. We played this intimate game of how well you know your partner. I and hubby started biting our nails, as paper and pens were passed around.
Out of the ten questions, we only got three correct answers! The lowest in the rank!
1. The place where we first met. Well at least, we got that bloody right!
2. The place where made our official vows of love! – If he didn’t’ get it, ambot na lang!
3. This part completely evaporated with the champagne! – Shame! Shame! Shame!
The rest of the wicked questions:
1. After how many months of marriage your partner farted next to you! – Hubbies said “We did it long before the wedding!” Monkeys!!! At least they are honest! I did it the same! So?
2. What’s your hubby’s favourite food? – My answer – Sinigang/ Bicol express. I got a loud whisper in my ear at the moment of truth “No mama it’s kinilaw!” I jerked back: “What da… you only tasted it once, back in 1994!” How can it be your favourite?”
3. What’s your wife’s dream place to visit – He answered: New York and Venice . I answered, Egypt ! – Wrong continent, honey! Better luck next time! He was actually surprised with this one. Why Egypt ? Well, why not?
4. What your wife’s favourite shampoo? – His answer: L’oreal. Mine: Whatever! Man, I’m using my son’s shampoo; it’s all freaking the same!
M&J got 7! Wow, talking of soulmates!
As for us, the game goes on! Next question please….
Monday, January 7, 2008
Holy Shit!
He’ll be 4 in March. And one way of realizing that he is growing up fast is that he adds “Holy” to his “Shit”! And I’m shock about it! So freaking shock, I have to blog about it!
Papa has his own collections of “Favorite-of-all-time” dvds. And he introduces them to David. It’s kind of funny how papa’s excitement rubs off to David when they watch these films together. There’s that moment of warmth recollections when he shares memories to his son about a film, where he had seen it, with whom and how often he watched it. The glow in their eyes as they talked and listened to each other always brings smiles to my face.
And so David picks up the words of Clint Eastwood, marching in the navy or Tom Cruise’s Top Gun “Yes Sir!”
David’s tastes of films range from crocodiles chasing mammoths to car races, fighter planes, police chasing bandits, time travel, special mentioned “Back to the Future!”
If I summarize it, it all boils down to speed and pumping adrenaline.
I always have apprehension about this. There has to be some meat on the issue of “Violence on TV”; PGs etc. Heck I stop watching CNN! It’s violence right on your face!
But Papa always debate about what David is watching is not your “real violence” .
The after-effect is of course your child saying “Holy Shit!” or “Freeze, hands up!” or talking something gibberish while you are being collared…
I was cleaning up the bedroom when I heard him exclaimed “H.S!” I dropped everything instantly and checked him out.
“What’s happening David?” – Cars, trucks, and airplanes scattered all over the place!
“Je suis la police maman!” (I’m the police mama!)
“What did you just say?!”
“Quoi!” (What?)
“What did you just say?!” “You just said something!” “What did you say!?”
“HOLY SHIT!” “J’ai dit Holy Shit!” (I said Holy Shit!)
Dumbstruck, I heard myself saying “Oh My God!” but in my mind it was “Fuck!”
I turned to his papa working on his pc and said “Congratulations Papa! You got yourself one good student!” to which he replied with that “who-cares-attitude”, “C’mon mama he’ll learn those words one day!” with a big wicked smile on his face!
Ah, yes but at his age, I still prefer hearing him say “oh My God” instead of “Holy Shit!”
“David you cannot say those words you know! They are bad words!”
“But mama it’s the police who said that!”
“Come here, (I scooped him up and threw him on our bed). So you think you are the police and I am the bandit!”
We started our rowdy fight, tickling him to death and I kept on saying “holy shit, holy shit!”
Until such time he got so fed up, he said “stop mama, on dit pas ça, c’est pas bien!” (stop mama, we don’t say those words, they are not good!)
He is back to his “oh la la”; “oh My God!”
At the moment.
Right. It’s New Year! Most bloggers out there must have started their blogs with recollection of the past year and resolution for the new one. I share none, except for one fact. Make it two.
I have no NY resolution because time and again, it’s been proven I can’t keep any. However, in the coming 12 months, I’d like to finish reading four books, namely:
1. The Bible
2. Koran
3. The Gnostic Gospels of Philip, Mary Magdalene, And Thomas
4. Holy Blood, Holy Grail Not necessarily in that order. For a start, let me pause here and shop. As they said: “Don’t pray to win the lotto when you haven’t bought the ticket!” Happy New Year Everyone! And thank you all so much for the warm thoughts and greetings!
Papa has his own collections of “Favorite-of-all-time” dvds. And he introduces them to David. It’s kind of funny how papa’s excitement rubs off to David when they watch these films together. There’s that moment of warmth recollections when he shares memories to his son about a film, where he had seen it, with whom and how often he watched it. The glow in their eyes as they talked and listened to each other always brings smiles to my face.
And so David picks up the words of Clint Eastwood, marching in the navy or Tom Cruise’s Top Gun “Yes Sir!”
David’s tastes of films range from crocodiles chasing mammoths to car races, fighter planes, police chasing bandits, time travel, special mentioned “Back to the Future!”
If I summarize it, it all boils down to speed and pumping adrenaline.
I always have apprehension about this. There has to be some meat on the issue of “Violence on TV”; PGs etc. Heck I stop watching CNN! It’s violence right on your face!
But Papa always debate about what David is watching is not your “real violence” .
The after-effect is of course your child saying “Holy Shit!” or “Freeze, hands up!” or talking something gibberish while you are being collared…
I was cleaning up the bedroom when I heard him exclaimed “H.S!” I dropped everything instantly and checked him out.
“What’s happening David?” – Cars, trucks, and airplanes scattered all over the place!
“Je suis la police maman!” (I’m the police mama!)
“What did you just say?!”
“Quoi!” (What?)
“What did you just say?!” “You just said something!” “What did you say!?”
“HOLY SHIT!” “J’ai dit Holy Shit!” (I said Holy Shit!)
Dumbstruck, I heard myself saying “Oh My God!” but in my mind it was “Fuck!”
I turned to his papa working on his pc and said “Congratulations Papa! You got yourself one good student!” to which he replied with that “who-cares-attitude”, “C’mon mama he’ll learn those words one day!” with a big wicked smile on his face!
Ah, yes but at his age, I still prefer hearing him say “oh My God” instead of “Holy Shit!”
“David you cannot say those words you know! They are bad words!”
“But mama it’s the police who said that!”
“Come here, (I scooped him up and threw him on our bed). So you think you are the police and I am the bandit!”
We started our rowdy fight, tickling him to death and I kept on saying “holy shit, holy shit!”
Until such time he got so fed up, he said “stop mama, on dit pas ça, c’est pas bien!” (stop mama, we don’t say those words, they are not good!)
He is back to his “oh la la”; “oh My God!”
At the moment.
Right. It’s New Year! Most bloggers out there must have started their blogs with recollection of the past year and resolution for the new one. I share none, except for one fact. Make it two.
I have no NY resolution because time and again, it’s been proven I can’t keep any. However, in the coming 12 months, I’d like to finish reading four books, namely:
1. The Bible
2. Koran
3. The Gnostic Gospels of Philip, Mary Magdalene, And Thomas
4. Holy Blood, Holy Grail Not necessarily in that order. For a start, let me pause here and shop. As they said: “Don’t pray to win the lotto when you haven’t bought the ticket!” Happy New Year Everyone! And thank you all so much for the warm thoughts and greetings!
