Sunday, May 31, 2009
bahay ni Perla
dont know how much I can shake you up pero magulo pa din ang bahay mo, lang nabago. Anyway, although that you and Tatay doesnt have the best love story in the world. I have seen how much you care about him kahit galit na galit ka na. You used to keep a bowl of ulam for him if he gets home late every night and I knew 'till the time that you're about to go, you do the same thing. That's something coming from someone like you. love lina
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Simbahan sa Pateros
Our house is a few blocks away from school. I of course, walk from school to home and in between the distance there is a church that I pass by every time I took the route.
Every single day and every single route I took, lagi akong nadaan sa simbahan, no matter how much I took it for a day - Simbahan there is, I will always drop by. I don't know if I'm praying but I do know that I can't recite any repeated prayer at this age. Too young to understand, to young to know about it. Nanay did not complain at all nor comment the church visit no matter how often it is.
Nanay will always tanaw me from a distance on the way to school and on the way back home. I remember seeing her on a schoold day in the corner of the street making sure that I go to school and made it back home *sweet*. There were times that she will meet me halfway by the church and just waited sa labas ng simbahan for me.
One day siguro something happen and for some reason I took a different route na ang tawag sa pinas eh "shortcut". I'm pretty sure I got lost. I've learned later that Nanay went to school when she did not see me sa street corner on time and ask around where was I. She check every single block that I could possibly took to get home. She went back to school twice after that, check the church and at this moment she's already dead worried.
Meanwhile, the shortcut I took was getting unfamiliar and I can't find myself back home. I was getting tired walking and kept trying any new blocks that would lead me home. I kept walking and walking and saw the simbahan. I did the normal thing that I always do, went inside, sat in a bench, look around and pass time as I usually do. I totally forgot that I was lost, that I have to go home and maybe because I was too tired, I just sat sa simbahan. This is where Nanay found me finally. She didn't pick me up that soon yet but went to look for the priest ng Simbahan and talked to the priest for the 1st time at reasonable length. I was just watching them talking and I am not sure what they talked about nor learned what it is all about.
Nanay came to where I was seating finally, took my hand and I saw her worried face. I was too young to understand. On the way home she asked "ano bang pinag dadasal mo, ang liit liit mo pa araw-araw nasa simbahan ka?" I just look at her because I myself dont know why I pass by the church everyday .... and we continue walking back home hand in hand.
I can still feel that hand holding me and more often when I go to church. I live and move out with my parents house @ 16. Growing up, I moved a lot and wherever I was or I am, the Simbahan is always in between my work and home. I know church is a part of every community and always has one but to this then, it is not nor was against my way to work and home. I will always pass one.
.....and Perla will always be there now.
Every single day and every single route I took, lagi akong nadaan sa simbahan, no matter how much I took it for a day - Simbahan there is, I will always drop by. I don't know if I'm praying but I do know that I can't recite any repeated prayer at this age. Too young to understand, to young to know about it. Nanay did not complain at all nor comment the church visit no matter how often it is.
Nanay will always tanaw me from a distance on the way to school and on the way back home. I remember seeing her on a schoold day in the corner of the street making sure that I go to school and made it back home *sweet*. There were times that she will meet me halfway by the church and just waited sa labas ng simbahan for me.
One day siguro something happen and for some reason I took a different route na ang tawag sa pinas eh "shortcut". I'm pretty sure I got lost. I've learned later that Nanay went to school when she did not see me sa street corner on time and ask around where was I. She check every single block that I could possibly took to get home. She went back to school twice after that, check the church and at this moment she's already dead worried.
Meanwhile, the shortcut I took was getting unfamiliar and I can't find myself back home. I was getting tired walking and kept trying any new blocks that would lead me home. I kept walking and walking and saw the simbahan. I did the normal thing that I always do, went inside, sat in a bench, look around and pass time as I usually do. I totally forgot that I was lost, that I have to go home and maybe because I was too tired, I just sat sa simbahan. This is where Nanay found me finally. She didn't pick me up that soon yet but went to look for the priest ng Simbahan and talked to the priest for the 1st time at reasonable length. I was just watching them talking and I am not sure what they talked about nor learned what it is all about.
Nanay came to where I was seating finally, took my hand and I saw her worried face. I was too young to understand. On the way home she asked "ano bang pinag dadasal mo, ang liit liit mo pa araw-araw nasa simbahan ka?" I just look at her because I myself dont know why I pass by the church everyday .... and we continue walking back home hand in hand.
I can still feel that hand holding me and more often when I go to church. I live and move out with my parents house @ 16. Growing up, I moved a lot and wherever I was or I am, the Simbahan is always in between my work and home. I know church is a part of every community and always has one but to this then, it is not nor was against my way to work and home. I will always pass one.
.....and Perla will always be there now.
Monday, May 18, 2009
your birthday
i was about to sleep and read the last thread of my emails, one of those is a reminder that your birthday is coming up. i felt lost. when you loose nanay, it feels like a lost child. i used to call you when im about to change my life, like leaving a remarkable relationship or like wanting a baby without father. you are there to listen and that feels great.
about your birthday, last year when i sent you money for your birthday i sent along a message that were having a girl. now i remember, it was almost this the same day of last year that yes, we were so happy of my pregnancy and it's a girl. I named her Avell. how much i wish you met her!
about your birthday, last year when i sent you money for your birthday i sent along a message that were having a girl. now i remember, it was almost this the same day of last year that yes, we were so happy of my pregnancy and it's a girl. I named her Avell. how much i wish you met her!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Pateros at Balot
Balot))))))))))), balot)))))))))))))), balot)))))))))))) you'll hear this from a neighboring town everywhere after dinner or by 9-10pm at night, this is the time that all mag ba-balot ay naglilibot to sell what they have in a barrel of two basket carried and balance on their shoulder while walking and shouting, the means of advertising to attract customers. "Bili na kayo ng balot, mainit pa po".
Nanay and Tatay love story is against all odds. Who can blame the odds, Tatay came from a good family, just out of college and married a woman with two kids ahead of their lifetime. Against all odds is always on their tail hanggang napadpad sa Pateros yung dalawa. I remember they don't know anyone in this place and to how they got there, who knows unless Tatay shared part of the story (I cant bug him now :(, he must be lonely inspite of the new odds that's angry of him but that's another story).
I wake up each morning with banyera ng balot. This is the lover's source of income surviving the little 2 Mary's of their life. Banye-banyerang balot, can't hardly walk sa living room with all these pile. They wash & disribute the balot every single day. To my suprise, I'll get back from school and found no trace of balot nor the banyera can be found. Not sure how it works and how fast they do it but I surely have 6-9 balots set aside by Nanay hidden from Tatay for a night snack ..... the source of their income is the source of my nutrition as well for a treat.
Tess is too young for a balot treat, she's still in a bottle with condense milk - unless Tekla will correct this note, I am on it.
Nanay and Tatay love story is against all odds. Who can blame the odds, Tatay came from a good family, just out of college and married a woman with two kids ahead of their lifetime. Against all odds is always on their tail hanggang napadpad sa Pateros yung dalawa. I remember they don't know anyone in this place and to how they got there, who knows unless Tatay shared part of the story (I cant bug him now :(, he must be lonely inspite of the new odds that's angry of him but that's another story).
I wake up each morning with banyera ng balot. This is the lover's source of income surviving the little 2 Mary's of their life. Banye-banyerang balot, can't hardly walk sa living room with all these pile. They wash & disribute the balot every single day. To my suprise, I'll get back from school and found no trace of balot nor the banyera can be found. Not sure how it works and how fast they do it but I surely have 6-9 balots set aside by Nanay hidden from Tatay for a night snack ..... the source of their income is the source of my nutrition as well for a treat.
Tess is too young for a balot treat, she's still in a bottle with condense milk - unless Tekla will correct this note, I am on it.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
walis & pocket book
Teenager life and i started to get crazy reading books, pocket books. di ko na matandaan kung anong pocket books ang kinalolokohan ko noon but i remember ....
Saturday morning and at the age when a teenager are glued stick in their bed lalo na pag weekend, ang hirappppp gisingin. Nanay is about to go to market and force me to get up in bed, calling my name and shaking me hard. I finally get up and when she knows that I'm awake and can remember her bilin nag-umpisa na. Mag linis ka pupunta na ako ng palenke. Lina nodding, opo - ok sa english. an hour or two had passed dumating si Perla 'di magkanda-ugaga sa dalang pinamili sa palengke .. inabutan si Lina hawak ang walis nakaupo sa sala, nag babasa na naman. "Batukan ko nga " sabi ni Perla!
Out of nowhere I felt the hit! *tok* and did not realized she got home. The house still in wreck, I'm holding the walis sa isang kamay while the other you know what .... tumalsik! ang layo ng narating nung libro ko and Perla could have been a good baseball player, if chance had given.
moral of memory: focus sa walis pag weekend.
Saturday morning and at the age when a teenager are glued stick in their bed lalo na pag weekend, ang hirappppp gisingin. Nanay is about to go to market and force me to get up in bed, calling my name and shaking me hard. I finally get up and when she knows that I'm awake and can remember her bilin nag-umpisa na. Mag linis ka pupunta na ako ng palenke. Lina nodding, opo - ok sa english. an hour or two had passed dumating si Perla 'di magkanda-ugaga sa dalang pinamili sa palengke .. inabutan si Lina hawak ang walis nakaupo sa sala, nag babasa na naman. "Batukan ko nga " sabi ni Perla!
Out of nowhere I felt the hit! *tok* and did not realized she got home. The house still in wreck, I'm holding the walis sa isang kamay while the other you know what .... tumalsik! ang layo ng narating nung libro ko and Perla could have been a good baseball player, if chance had given.
moral of memory: focus sa walis pag weekend.
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