Monday, March 17, 2008

Tomorrow is my birthday. Er… yes thank you! And Pa thinks I’m such a headache!

I have never really felt comfortable of having my birth date announced, but yes, hell I’m doing it here anyway.
 Pa has been bugging me of what I want for my day. I sure make it difficult for him.  Not intentionally. Really. He has been running me down with some stuff which I coldly refuse, for my own good reasons:
1. Iphone – it doesn’t fancy me at all. To each his own. But really what do I need it for? It doesn’t suit my lifestyle. If you call it a lifestyle!  I even hardly answer personal calls!

2. Ipod – no thanks. My attention span measures to a toothpick at the moment. I cannot force to multi-task my brain to listen-to-music-while-reading-a-book-and-watch-out-dodgy-co-passengers-in-the-metro. It’s too much, my brain will leak out in my ears and nose!

3. TV flat screen – yeah and have David wreck it.
4. PDA – please read no 2. And it’s not like I have such a varied-hectic-schedule. On working days at 10:00 I know exactly where my butt is sitting!

5. Laptop – please read no 2 and 4.

6. Wii – yeah and plug it in the oven since David is dominating the TV and my pc! And as if I have enough energy already!

7. Pa has given up on perfumes, make up, clothes and girly burloloys!

Pa is angry. Of course he does! Who doesn’t? Many would jump on any of the thing above. I know my brother is so freaking proud of owning item no 1. I’m happy for him. Maligaya sya eh!
 I kid pa to buy me a homey magic wand. Where I can just flick it around and meals are deliciously cooked, dishes washed, clothes and linens washed, ironed and tucked away, flick it around the house to conjure squeaky clean rooms, flick it on David so that he stops screaming and stops bugging me of playing the weak dinosaur. Of course pa, thinks I’m so gone mad!

So what do I want for my birthday?
 - earning lots of money without having to work hard!
- two more kids, another boy and a girl, not necessarily in that order. And may I add a cheap-mega-cool-supernanny!
- have my whole family flown here in Paris in a private jet! Mr Travolta are you reading this, can I borrow one of yours?
- Spend lots of quality time with my family there in Phils and here in France and somewhere in between the Gulf!
- buy the whole building we live in and get rid of the occupants (not us!) I do not hate them, I just want to have the whole building on our own ;-)
- buy sarko some fully-functioning-brain!

Well, that’s a lot to ask for. But I believe in miracles.
 AND. Well.
Hey, it’s my birthday; I’m allowed to have a bit of fun no?

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Friday, March 7, 2008

First time to ski


 

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Metro Scene

I rushed today in the metro forgetting the garbage behind. I had one-hour window to go to the embassy to procure requirements on dual citizenship and last-minute shopping for a girlfriend’s newborn, all to be done on the other side of my line.
As I settled in my favourite seat; (I always get it because my train is where it starts or ends, depending on your direction) I like that seat because it’s wider and my kneecaps are not in danger of being knocked off. Unfortunately, today it wasn’t the best spot.
 A father and his three-year old daughter were sitting across. As I pulled my celly to call papa, the father was telling his daughter not to fuss around because, well, I might be the police with camera in my hand! I threw the father a lopsided smile and look at the girl and gave her wink, who threw me giggles back.
At the second stop, a guy, big and baldy sat one seat next to mine and happened to drop a gaze on the father-daughter. Instantly, the father threw nasty words at the man. He was asking why he was looking, why he gives a quizzical look at him then to his daughter. Then he answered himself saying, “is it because we don’t look the same? That she is white like you and I am not, that she has blond hair and I don’t?”
My brain said: shit, not today, with some mentals!
The man turned to me and silently gave me a puzzled look. I tried to avoid it, but it’s one of those times when you just have to gape and look back. He turned to the father and said something incomprehensible. I found myself suddenly very interested in the stain on the floor. Shit where is my book! This is one of those times when you really, really need a book!
The man defiantly said he wasn’t looking at them. The father said he did, and that it was nasty. The man replied that if he did have a nasty look it wasn’t because of the mismatched physical appearance of him and his daughter but because, he was just recovering from an operation and still feeling sick. I feel myself shrinking, dragging my eyes off from the stain and glue them on the receding scene of the dark tunnel as the train speed forward.
The next twenty minutes was a news flash of the father’s life as he voluntarily indulged his miserable auto-biography to the man, and how he, an rmi-est, survived a cancer and how lucky he is to be with his daughter. I had the feeling the man sitting next to me obligingly buried himself in the conversation, half-there, half-not, just to un- create further unwanted scene. His replies were technical.
 As we approached the terminus, I stood up heading for the exit door. And I heard the little girl’s voice: “papa why are you crying? In between sobs I heard a gurgled replied, “because I love you my baby!”
As the train stopped, the door opened, the father gave his hand to the man and said, “I’m sorry for being rude, I hope you’ll be fine!”  What a mental!
On the way back, six hours later, I was sitting across a woman in her mid-sixties, our knees almost touching, her forlorn, joyless eyes flooded with silent tears!
I arrived home, found the tied garbage forgotten in the kitchen floor. Turned my back on it, searched my celly: “Pa, call me with your video-phone, I really need to see your face and David’s!”

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Thinking Out Loud

Since the David was born, three years, 24 days, 14 hours and 15 minutes ago, this is the very fist time I’m left all alone. The feeling is total weirdness.
I have looked forward to this week, preparing myself to indulge my free time on anything I wanted to do.
 But the SILENCE is so magnified, it becomes so LOUD. The flat is empty. The carpet missing the thuds of little yet strong feet. The walls glaring longingly for screams. The bed wider at night, my pc suddenly begging for little fingertips. The TV so cold and already collecting dusts. Even the fridge is empty.
I celebrated my temporary found independence by watching a film yesterday with a GF. More than five years of not going to the big screen. Yet.I.didn’t.feel.really.missing.it.
In two rows of a night, I have indulged on my book, and covered several pages that can only normally be attained by two-weeks reading in the metro. But in between those pages, no matter how dragons and merpeople are attacking the hero, I found myself pausing, listening to the night. One freaking, fleeting moment passed by before my eyes and I heard my brain talking, this must be the feeling of being divorced sans child, sans relatives. Although a million-fold worst. Because I am alone but not really feeling lonely. And my conscious mind knows it’s all temporary.
My cellies became friendlier to me. The only connection to the two who are skiing and marvelling the wonders of the white mountains. I do not feel regrets of not going with them. Well, perhaps there is one, and that’s not able to see David skiing for the first time. Oh I love his firsts!
 But time flies terribly fast! Work tomorrow and that’s it. Days pass by without me noticing them. I have to do the most I can for myself during this temporary-home-alone-bliss!
So, friends, I’m coming!
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Sunday, March 2, 2008

Happy Birthday Mon Amour!

The ocean is big with plenty of fishes.
My ocean is warm and lovely, yours is cold even on summer days.
What chance do we have to find each other in those wide blue waters.
There’s harmony in the tides of the ocean.
 It brings us in each other’s arms.
Chance is good. And I thank you for choosing me to be your beloved.

You do not have to be grumpy about how little time I spent scratching your head and back.
 I know how much you like it and how it relaxes you. I like being scratched and caressed too.
We both are Pisceans with the pleasures of felines.
You had a full decade enjoying the caress of my finger tips. Don’t get spoiled already!
But we birthed our little David, and he got our freakiness of “scratch my back” too.
Now it’s a competition between you two. And sorry, the smallest gets the price.
 Not because he is the smallest, but because his scream is the loudest and the most annoying!
Patience Pisces, you had your turn na, you’ll get your turn again soon.
 When David gets a girl who will scratch his back too! He he he!

I enjoy being with you. We are so alike and not so alike.
You are Dory, the fish and I’m a monkey fish.
 Does it exist?
We used to call each other “mate”. (oz version).
Then it evolved to lover, to my love.
That’s when we are in loving moods.
Otherwise you call me bitch, boss, devil or lord.
I call you jerk.
And we have a fun ride. Isn’t it funny?
We have our own share of frustrations, and fights
My countless episodes of
“I’m-so-packing-up-and-leave-this-place!”
You call it dramatic, a sure winning stance for Oscar!
Then look at me, still sticking my ageing ass with you.
And you the same with me.
 I love you, and love all the minute spent with you!

The signs of times are here.
I call you papa. You call me mama.
The next thing we know we call each other papie and mamie.
Time flies fast pop, this is another year added to your greying head.
In a few days time it will be my turn.
Have you thought about my gift yet? He he he

Your worry of white hair is so vain compared to mine.
I worry about how my bio clock is ticking fast!
Time to give the boy a brother or a sister!
And I definitely need your help when it comes to that!
Before we really, really, really become old-sagging-farts!
What do you think?

Happy birthday mon grand poisson!
I miss you already!

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