Sunday, May 25, 2008
Morning Routine
I always make it a point to read the newspaper daily, even in my 15 minute break I try to finish one story and resume reading when my 1 hour break arrives. But reading the broadsheet always make me teary eyed. This past two weeks the newspapers are filled with stories of devastation, murder and families losing loved ones. One story was the fate of many parents who lost their only child in China's worst calamity in a decade. Since most areas of China already applied the one-child policy due to their overwhelmingly increasing population, parents were left childless as school buildings collapsed in the 8 magnitude quake. One story that struck me hard in the gut was the couple who waited for many years to bear a child. The father wanted so badly to enter the rubble to rescue his little girl but authorities won't allow him as it is deemed to be extremely dangerous. They waited for rescuers to arrive but the severity of the situation left the government struggling. Hours have passed and they feared for their child's life. And after two days of lifting heavy stones, they saw the bodies of little children huddled close together. One of them their little girl. Chinese government have been really lax with implementation of building safety and adherance to structural standards. Most buildings were made of sub standard materials thus they easily got damaged, not earthquake-proof. Economists agreed that that is surely a sign of corruption as politicians approved funds for school buildings but some percentage of it go to their pockets. I wonder how could these people get to sleep soundly at night knowing that their greed cost thousands of lives.
Another story was that of the massacre in RCBC in Laguna. 10 people died senselessly. 9 people died instantly, and how could they not if they were shot in the head at close range. The people who did this are pure evil. In the past times bank robbers just get the millions in the vault and do not bother to kill, only if they had to. Like when somebody saw their face and might have recognized them. The 10th fatality succumbed to death in a hospital bed, with his life depending on the machines attached to his body. His family hoped to see him alive but when he died they thought that their father, their husband, their son wanted them safe from the hands of those who killed him. Because if he had lived to tell the tale his life and those around him would be jeopardized. In death he still thought of his family and their safety. Life is so unfair. These bank employees work to feed their families and for their children to have better future, better lives. How could anyone just take the life out of them? How could these murderers not think of their own family, and how would they feel if they suffer the same fate. The children of those who died are just kids. Kids who are not even past their teenage years. My heart aches for them as they would not be able to see their mama and papa ever again. They would not be able to tell them how much they appreciate the hard work they put into ensuring that they have a secure future. Everything is over. And with our justice system, I doubt that the killers would be put behind bars anytime soon.
The last story that made me actually cry is the story of "Ka Bel". Unknown to many, Crispin Beltran worked very hard for the benefit of the Filipino workers. As a congressman, eventhough he had the access to a lot of money, he never used his position to take advantage unlike most congressmen we know. He lived a poor life, and he died a poor man. Dignified. But what moved me was his and Ka Osang's love story. It was a story unlike many, he was a taxi driver by night and a UP student by day. Rosario rode on his taxi one afternoon and asked to be driven around since she is fuming mad with her father whom she recently had a fight with. Ka Bel asked her why she ran away and if he could take her back to her father. But Rosario was persistent on moving as far away as she can from her home. Since she doesn't have anywhere to stay Ka Bel offered to take her into his home and she stayed there for three days, sleeping in his room while Ka Bel slept on the sofa. Rosario's father found her in Ka Bel's house and he beat him hard and he was hospitalized. Her father wanted them to get married. Even if Rosario didn't love Ka Bel that time, she agreed because she saw the pureness of his heart and his good soul. They had 10 children. And when Ka Bel was jailed for 2 years during the Marcos regime Ka Osang took over his responsibility and delivered speeches during rallies. Ka Osang even plotted his successful escape from jail. Even if they have a meager income selling fish and vegetable in the market, they were never enticed to do anything illegally. All of their 10 children graduated from college. During the burial of Ka Bel I was on the morning shift and witnessed the procession at Commonwealth Avenue, a mass will be held at Batasan in his honor and then they will proceed to Bulacan to lay his body to its final resting resting place. As people in red passed by I uttered a shirt prayer. That we may one day see the fruits of Ka Bel's labor. That one day our country will truly be free from corruption and proceed to have better economy and better leaders.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I know because I'm a parent
Sundays are supposed to be family day but I have no choice but to go to work since in our industry you cannot have a fixed rest day, no regular family day. Some families stay at home and have a hearty lunch then be glued in front of the tv for some entertaining. Some go malling and window shopping with their kids in tow. And no matter how crowded the malls are these families never fail to be in attendance. As a parent, and a new one for that matter, I really want what's best for my child. I know parents only want their kids to enjoy their childhood and have great memories and stories to tell when they grow older. Whether these memories take place in a park, mall, in the province or even in school. That is why I found it really troubling when last sunday
at work we encountered a very unusual family, actually a very unusual set of parents. I was having a meeting with my assistant manager when one of my barista approached our table and informed us that there's a very horrible smell in one area of the store, in the smoking area. Some customers apparently asked if we have a comfort room because they smell something really bad. Since we don't have a comfort room, Marvin, my barista together with the security guard investigated where the stench was coming from. And voila! A kid, a girl, around 9 years old pooped there in the smoking area, beside her parents' table. The parents, both of them were busy typing in their laptops, oblivious of what happened to their child. I told Marvin to give the mother newspaper so she could pick up her child's poop. Because I for one would not let any of my baristas pick it up since we are handling food. And to everyone's surprise the mother did not budge and ignored Marvin and continued to type relentlessly in her laptop. Eventually since they would not clean it up the guard volunteered to pick up the poop. And the child , with poop on her dress sat on the table adjacent to her parents and scattered some of her poop on the clean chair. I mean, hello! This is your daughter! She is not even a toddler anymore! How can you let this embarrassing situation happen to her? And okay, it's done, she pooped already, how can you just ignore her and not teach her the right manners such as wiping up and cleaning herself. She is 9 years old for crying out loud! In 4 years time she will be a teenager already. Is this the kind of memory you would want to imprint in your childs' mind? That on a sunday, on a family day, my parents left me behind to fend for myself, in a place where most people gather to enjoy, have coffee with friends and family and have the best of that day. If both parents were doing office stuff I don't give a damn, it is not a matter of life and death. If they wouldn't want to be disturbed they should just left their daughter at home with the yaya. And if they don't care at all they shouldn't have decided to have one in the first place.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Terrible, terrible day
My first day to go back to work yesterday was a bit of a struggle. I had a difficult time leaving Kali at home with the yaya. And for all days, PISTON picked yesterday to stage their transport strike. I borrowed Tatay's car so I won't have a difficult time commuting. I arrived in the store 45 minutes early so I had my caffeine fix first before the big first day. Around noon it started to rain, heavily. Mind you, it's the middle of summer in this tropical country. The roads were difficult to traverse since there's almost zero visibility. From our store we could see cars crawling it's way down Commonwealth avenue, most of them have their headlights on. Then all of a sudden traffic jammed up and busses, jeepneys and cars were stuck in that 7 lane highway. It continued on for more than an hour. The second shift should arrive by 5pm, there's 3 of them and only Jose has arrived. Two of them sent message that they will be late because of the traffic in Fairview. My husband Lay will work the graveyard shift that starts at 7pm. He left the house at 5pm and after 2 hours he is still in North Fairview. Traffic was so bad, cars were not moving. And some of the idiotic drivers took the opposite lane, blocking all roads. Bevz who lives past SM Fairview walked in the middle of the rain from Fairview wet market up to Batasan. She then took a cab from there to get to our store. She arrived in the store at 7pm, she left her house at 2pm, imagine 5 hours to get to the store when in the normal day you get there in less than 2 hours. I felt so bad for her as I see her trying to dry her socks and rubber shoes. She even cried and had to be comforted by Liz. She already has colds and it would probably get worse. My husband Lay arrived in their store in Quezon Avenue past 9pm. More than 4 hours on the road. It wasn't just the rain or the transport strike. A bus sideswept a car somewhere in Fairview that worsened the already terrible situation. It had always been that way. Motorists never learn. It's already a cliche to say that in the Philippines defensive driving should be in mind whenever you are behind the wheel. I was supposed to go home by 8pm but since I don't want to suffer what they had to endure I had to wait and let the traffic subside. My sister waited for me and we decided to leave around 10pm. We took a different route and tried Don Antonio. Good thing my sister knows the road as I would have been lost altogether. We finally got home by 1130pm. I missed Kali so much she slept beside me in the bed. I can only pray to have better weather in the coming days. I don't want this terrible day to repeat again.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
And I predict.....
My Favorite Soundtrack
Blackbird by Sarah McLachlan
Two of Us by Michael Penn and Aimee Mann
I'm Looking Through You by The Wallflowers
Across the Universe by Rufus Wainwright
Strawberry Fields Forever by Ben Harper
You've Got to Hide Your Love Away by Eddie Vedder
Mother Nature's Son by Sheryl Crow
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by The Black Crowes
Nowhere Man by Paul Westerberg
Let It Be by Nick Cave
Don't Let Me Down by The Stereophonics
We Can Work it Out by Heather Nova
I'm Only Sleeping by The Vines
Help by Howie Day
Revolution by Grandaddy
Julia by Chocolate Genius
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Bayani Fernando
Metro Manila is polluted, dirty and unattractive as it is but do we really need the face of Bayani Fernando plastered along the major highways every 500 meters? I hate driving in Commonwealth Avenue what with the useless pink fences, reckless drivers that the traffic enforcers does not apprehend, deadly U-turn slots that doesn't help the flow of traffic at all, sidewalk vendors that come and go and pedestrians who risk their lives and the motorists lives with their deadly decisions to run and play patintero with buses, jeepneys, tricycles, motorcycles, cars, you name it! And he wanted to run for vice president? Come on?! Can somebody explain to me how could his useless slogans help discipline the Filipino people. How the pink fences provide aesthetic and appeal to the city? I mean, It is so third world. Add to that the pink urinals along the highways that leave stench and tolerates the male population to relieve their full bladder at just about anywhere. Is that what you call Metro Gwapo? I am sure he has a lot of supporters specially from Marikina whom he managed to govern properly as some might say. But Marikina is Marikina. Metro Manila is a different story. The Republic of the Phillipines will become one hell of a playground if we let BF govern us. As a taxpayer I know I have all the right to express my opinion. The cost of contructing each one of BF's projects is worth millions when in fact it could cost less. He has become a billionaire out of this projects I suppose. I am not saying that people should not vote for him, I for one will not. But his early campaign will just prove that he wants the power of a higher position. And I fear that.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Bad Experience # 2
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Bad Experience #1
Saturday, May 3, 2008
In Memory of Nanay
One of the saddest period of my life was when Nanay Belen died, our maternal grandmother. There wasn't a day for two years after she died that I never thought of her. Until now I miss her everytime I would eat kare-kare, she makes the best kare-kare and she cooks not well but excellently. Whenever there would be family gatherings her dishes would always be complimented, and guests would often bring home food, and still there would be enough leftover for us to eat for two days. We would often wonder, bakit hindi nauubos yung pagkain? And Nanay would say that dinasalan daw nya. After she died, our nanay Vicky took over the cooking with the help of my aunts, and oftentimes we would run out of dishes to serve. Guess she wasn't able to ask her mother the secret. Aside from her wonderful cooking, Nanay Belen was always on her feet, roving places. She would bring us, my sisters and I, to familiar places and sometimes places we haven't been to. She would tell us we would go to a relative of hers who live somewhere in Bagbag, or sometimes go to Tondo where we used to live, or in Bulacan where her older sister resides. Places near and far, by jeep, bus and even train. My first train ride was not on the LRT but the very old dilapidated train bound for Bicol. We didn't go to Bicol though. We rode that train to go to San Pedro Laguna to visit my father's brother for an affair I cannot remember anymore. The train ride was bumpy and the scenery started with shanties and ended up with greenery.
When we were little we experienced nanay belen's infamous spanking. We heard of that story from my nanay vicky. Nanay Vicky would tell us stories of how she suffered from Nanay Belen's heavy hand. She would end up badly bruised because apparently somebody would tell Nanay Belen that they saw her with my Tatay. Nanay Belen doesn't want Nanay Vicky to have a boyfriend that time I guess. The most painful experience I had with her was when she hit me with a walis tambo in the butt. I cried non stop. I can't remember the reason why she did that but I made sure it won't happen again. It was a learning experience that until now I did not regret because it molded me to be somebody who fear my elder and follow rules.
Nanay Belen died on the month of July. As she would often tell us it would rain on her burial because her earwax is always wet. We would laugh on that fact and tell her that it's just an old saying. But on the day of her burial, it did not just rain but there's a storm and everyone who walked to her grave site were soaking wet. I smiled at the coincidence while tears were pouring from my eyes. She was right indeed.
People would always say that we should show our family how much we love them because we don't know what would happen next. About a month before she died, I didn't know what took over me, but I hugged her while we were seating on the sofa. I would not normally do that. I placed my head on her chest and hugged her. I can still remember how she smelled. Of spices and aromatics, because she just cooked for my parents' wedding anniversary. The last celebration she would share her cooking expertise and the delicious food I still crave for until now.
It's only been three weeks!@*#!
I nurse my baby as much as I can for the two months that I am on maternity leave. Breastfeeding brings a lot of benefits to the baby as well as to the mother. It has been established that breastfeeding lowers the risk of breast cancer. That is why I tried very hard to breatsfeed since the disease is already in the family (my grandmother died of breast cancer). Medical studies have shown that breast cancer or any cancer for that matter skips a generation. I certainly don't want to suffer from it. Breastfeeding also help you get back to your pre-pregnancy weight. That is so true! I didn't have a hard time getting back to my pre-pregnancy body. But as much as I would want to give 100% breastmilk to my baby I just can't. There are times that my milk is not enough for my baby so I use fomula substitute, Enfalac A+. And my baby sure does gulp milk very fast! She feeds an average of 8 times a day, 3 ounces per feed. Formula accounts for only about 30%. Three weeks ago I bought a big can (950g) of Enfalac A+ in Mercury Drug. It was priced at P803.25. We went to Shopwise to buy groceries and to my surprise the milk was cheaper there! It was only around P795. But many people have said that it's more cheaper in SM. Ok, next time, now I know. The other day we went to SM to buy milk since my baby's milk is depleting already. My god, It's P835! And the promo refiller told us that the price have been going up every 3 days or so. Imagine, that's P40 increase in 3 weeks! I will soon go back to work and I worry about my breastmilk. If I don't nurse my baby often or if I don't express/pump milk it will just stop. And my work usually last for 10-12 hours. We don't have a private space at work that I could use to express milk. I guess I will just have to create a routine, like wake up very early to pump milk and store it in the fridge. Sacrifices are needed in tough times such as these.
... a worthwhile read for would-be moms...
http://babyparenting.about.com/cs/breastfeeding/f/bfbenefits.htm
I Didn't Know This Until Now
Our electric bill for March was around P3800, quite alarming since normally we average only around P2800. Then I remembered I am at home because of my maternity leave and I am one of the reasons why our consumption increased. I watch TV, use the computer and electric fan. We have an ACU but I don't want my baby to get used to it so I don't turn it on. I also use an electric steriliser and bottle warmer. We live with my parents so I felt a bit awkward. I just vowed to myself that I would give money for the electric bill once I get my maternity benefit. I usually watch National Geographic when there are no good shows to watch in the food network. On April 22, Earth Day, they featured something about electric consumption and there they mentioned that 75% of a household's total electric consumption comes from appliances that are on standby. Meaning, appliances that are not turned on but not unplugged either. Since then I make a conscious effort to really pull the plug when an item is not in use. I believe that each one should make a contribution to help our ailing planet, a small act like that could help in a big way.
Friday, May 2, 2008
The Singing Bee
Thursday, May 1, 2008
My Favorite Iron Chef
Bobby Flay
Kali Santina
On March 6, 2008 at exactly 12:31am I gave birth to a baby girl whom we named Kali Santina. She's born premature, only at 35.5 weeks but what a miracle she is. She's born very healthy and doesn't need to be incubated. We even left the hospital a day after I gave birth. She's only 5 lbs and 6 ounces, very tiny and fragile. I don't exactly know how she came out of me since I was heavily sedated and they put me to sleep so I didn't get to hold her after the delivery. I only saw her first in the digital camera brought by his papa when I was already in the recovery room. I felt so sad at first since I didn't expect our first meeting to be like this. I felt I need to gather all my strength as I really want to see her and hold her. In the afternoon I mustered enough energy to stand and be wheeled to the nursery. There I saw her. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. This child you waited a long time to see, finally is in your arms, ready to receive the love and care you so longingly bottled up inside.