June 13, 2010


i told my then 5-year old daughter laila that i won't be able to attend her sportsfest. it was scheduled sunday afternoon and we will only be leaving subic (a good two to three hours away) sunday afternoon as well.

the night before was araw awards, the culminating event in the ad congress. i wanted to skip it but couldn't for a thousand and one work-related reasons. 

i guess there really would be days like that when you'd hate your life and you'd wish you wouldn't be confronted with such conflict between work and home. and so it became an emotional night for this stressed-out mom as i had to ask everyone i know in subic if there was anyone who would be going down manila that same night. i finally found a group who was going to leave at 3 am but by then an officemate, russ, already took pity on me and offered to take me back to manila.

with very little sleep, four nights of after-convention parties, stress from the work in-between and all the other major dramas surrounding ad congress, i made it to my little girl's sportsfest and even managed to participate in the games. 

check out these pictures and tell me why you wouldn't miss these moments for the world.

laila, together with the rest of her kinder classmates, danced up a storm.

cute from head to toe!

with her proud ate unna.

and with the proud family. mommy had to cover the puffy eyes with big shades.

i will never ever know who felt the proudest and happiest that day. i think i was but i couldn't discount what jake felt. more so laila.

hula-hoop game. very difficult for this lethargic mommy. but i ran pretty fast so as not to let  laila down. even unna got so impressed because she had zero expectations from me.

a lot of kisses and hugs, high fives, thumbs up and rock on signs exchanged between us. sweet victory.

daddy's turn to stand for the relay game. 

and so ended the sportsfest i almost missed.  she may not even remember this day anymore when she grows up but it's ok. what's important is the glow it brought to laila's face because mom made it. i made it. 
sweet, sweet victory. 

hello kitty versus gundam

i'm reposting here a facebook photo album from my husband, jake, who featured a funny story about our youngest daughter, laila.

it started when jake went home with this robot called gundam (i am obviously not well-informed about the ways of the boys). laila took an interest in piecing it together with her dad.

then on a whim, she decided to make hello kitty and gundam fight. she armed hello kitty with a gun......

...and a sword.

and so the battle begins, with laila arming gundam to the teeth. by now you know where her loyalty lies.

now this one is quite a disturbing shot. on second thought, i question jake's decision to bring this robot called gundam to our otherwise happy, peaceful and girly-girl household ;-)

a few seconds after, hello kitty dies. in her fabulous kimono. the end.

June 3, 2010

the journey to change

we live in the south but we vote in qc (me) and marikina (hubby). the road to the north was nice and easy.

when we got to the qc area, the streets turned dirty. every possible space was covered with campaign paraphernalia. 

but nothing prepared me for the amount of flags and buntings that flooded the street near the polling precinct. 

once inside, i searched for my old name (maiden) with my old address (mother's). i got the form and completed it in no time at all because of my ever reliable codigo. the much maligned pcos machine didn't throw a tantrum at our precinct and ate the form right away. the whole thing was done in 15 minutes. 

that same night, we already got updates on the electoral results. my president didn't get many votes.

the following morning, it already appears that noynoy has a commanding lead over the next candidate. of all the senators that i voted for, only drilon got in.

everyone's euphoric at the speed by which the votes were tallied and the speed by which they learned of their candidates' victory. some were disgruntled because of their candidates' defeat. but not me. i toiled at my choices because i wanted to select people that i respect and when i shaded those little circles on the sheet, i have come to terms already with the fact that some might win and some might lose.

meanwhile, i urge my friends who are still reeling from the results of the elections to graciously accept the voice of the majority.

the dirt of the election paraphernalia have been cleared. the president and his vp will soon be proclaimed. we have no choice but to cross the threshold of change.

they say this nation can be great again.