One of the things that I get to keep after my pregnancies are my cracked heels. Since I gave birth with my second child, I never really get to remove it. Sometimes I’d go for a foot spa but in few weeks time, it’ll be back. I used to love wearing sandals but these cracked heels made me avoid them.
We’re waiting for our dinner and my son keeps on singing this song and I’m surprised with the conversation we had. I’m not sure if he actually have any idea.
Alexis: *singing “Paano Ba Magmahal” by Sarah G.*
Me: Bakit masakit magmahal Alexis? (Why does love hurts, Alexis?)
Alexis: Eh, ganun talaga yun. Kapag nagmahal ka, masasaktan ka.(That’s how it is. If you love, you get hurt)
Me: Hindi ba pwedeng hindi masaktan? (Is it possible not to get hurt?)
Alexis: Hindi! ‘Pag ‘di ka nasaktan, edi ‘di ka nagmahal nun. *sabay kindat* ( No! If you didn’t get hurt, then you didn’t really love *wink*)
…and that is my 4-year-old son.
It made me think for a sec, his words remindedme of some things that are quite true. Ano’ng alam ng batang ‘to? As if he knows anything, but most probably he’s just playing the words from the lyrics.
Here’s the song btw:
Kanina lang kami nagkitakita ulit ni Janelle at Krizza. Nakakatuwang makita at makausap sila ulit, ang sayang maka-catch up sa kanila.
Si Krizza, nagma-masterals na.Kahit tinatawanan ko sya kanina, nakaka-proud kasi talagang ‘diretso’ pa rin yung direksyon ng mga plano nya. That’s what I always admired about her.
Me and my husband talking about Trump at around 5 in the morning:
Me: Can’t they remove Trump? Can’t they remove the U. S. President? I mean, what should they do?
Him: Since they are democratic (country), they can impeach him. Actually, his reforms are OK and Americans are not used to strict policies. Just like with Duterte. They’re against how he’s doing things so there are lots of black propagandas.
Me: OK? He is against the minorities and …and…how about the Muslim ban that he signed recently?
Him: Technically, most of the Muslim bombers legally get in through their airport.
Me: Bombers? Really?
Him: There are bombings, it doesn’t always get reported here though. Besides, he needs to do what’s best for the country (and the majority) and the minority needs to adjust. That’s why they’re called minority. Look at Putin, (blahblahblah, he even discussed how the voting process is in the US)
I can’t even explain how frustrated I am. Saying Trump is same as Duterte is wrong in so many ways.
As a Filipino living in the Philippines, I know Duterte’s moves are for the good of our country. A lot of politicians, army men and policemen are against his war on drugs because they are gaining (millions if not billions) from it. Now, Trump is a different thing.
Trump, from what I’ve read from people on my friendlist, is a very hateful person. Homophobia and Xenophobia are just some. His hatefulness has encouraged some of his followers to harm other people and that is just wrong in so many ways. When people starts getting scared for their safety in their own land(or in their neighborhood), then there’s something terribly wrong that’s happening.
This one happened recently as well. Gosh, I want to punch that girl in the face.
Hubby’s a supporter of ‘dictators’ so, yeah.
You’re so Rhad! Charot.
Recently, karamihan (kung di man lahat) ng post mo, puro pang-brokenhearted at pang-sawi. Nagtataka ako kasi alam ko masaya ka naman sa kanya. Bakit biglang may ganyan? (ramdam ko yung sobrang in love tas parang biglang bagsak yung relasyon nyo, feeling ko ganun)
Nagpaka-stalker ako ng slight. Tinignan ko account nya at tinignan ko din tumblr mo, baka sakaling andun ang sagot kaso wala (wala pa nung time na yun).
Ilang araw din na sa tuwing may post ka, inaabangan ko iniisip ko “OK na kaya si Kuya? “. Binabasa ko looking for clues, although din rin naman kita nakakausap ng personalan o kahit biruan. (pero follower mo ko since tumblr days, wayback 2011 pa!) Lurker lang pero nag-aalala ako.
Hanggang sa nagpost ka ng “Boyfriend for rent” selfie. Nasabi kong “ahh, medyo umo.okey okey na :D”
Gusto kong malaman yung nangyari pero di ko na tatanungin. Masaya akong sumasaya ka na ulit (kahit pa’no).
Kuya Rhadson, kung ano man yan alam mong lilipas din yan. Matatapos din yan, at dahil dyan makakasulat ka nanaman ng magandang libro. Gaya nga ng sabi sa quote sa One More Chance, “baka kaya tayo iniiwan ng taong mahal natin….” alam mo na yun, haba eh. 😂
Basta, kaya mo yan.
Kapag BGC life ka na, makakapagpa.pirma na ko ng libro sayo (sa wakas!).
Till then Kuya.Aja!
I wrote my first letter for you four years ago. Sobrang ibang iba pa ang sitwasyon noon. :)Bakit ako sumulat ulit? Wala lang. Masaya ako na sa wakas, mukhang Ok na Ok na kayo.) Sa tuwing nakikita ko yung pictures nyo, masaya akong makita na masaya ka.
Kailan kaya kayo ikakasal? I hope soon. 🙂
Keep it up and God bless, Weisz.
Highschool Batchmate 😊
I was looking at my Instagram feed when I saw this photo by one of my high school friends. An aspiring photographer who takes above average photos (not that I have high standards) and he, just like me, loves using nature as his subject.
I went on looking at his photos when I realized that I used to love taking photos and looking at nature photography. Now, I just love looking at them.
I know most parents experience this at one point especially stay-at-home moms like me. That moment when you suddenly just miss doing those things that you’re terribly passionate about, like photography for instance. You can feel the passion, the excitement and the anticipation thinking when you can do the things you used to do. Somehow imagining what you would do and where you’d go to when you get the chance. For a minute, you’re flying there planning with a little too much bit of excitement.
When I was planning for college, the only university that I really wanted to get into is UP (University of the Philippines). Guess what? I fail simply because I I didn’t know the RightMinusWrong rule. I failed by a margin in one part of the entrance exam, Math. I didn’t go in any review centers as well. *sigh*
Well, since I failed in UP, I started checking on other universities. PUP (Polytechnic University of the Philippines) is the only one where I am determined to go. I passed the entrance exam with 81.96%, all the courses that I chose are still open and technically, I just need to attend the orientation (not to mention that their rate per unit is only Php12.00. Yep. Twelve fucking pesos per unit!)
My dad, on the other hand, is against it. He said since it’s in Sta. Mesa, Manila, Continue reading “Still Hoping (sigh)”
I mentioned it before that I actually have several blogs both in wordpress and tumblr. I decided to leave those blogs for some reason and decided to focus in this one. Well, earlier I visited M and J’s Facebook profile to check on them. She have this special place in me where I’ll always wish her to have the best in everything. I used to write anonymous open letters before and she’s the first one to receive it.
Anyway, I decided to visit my WordPress blog wherein I added my old Tumblr blog posts (before deleting it) to look for the letter and there, I realized how different everything was back then. My ideas, independence, all the photos I took, EVERYTHING!
For a moment, I thought of merging those posts in this blog as well, but then… that will kinda destroy it’s purpose.
It feels good to reminisce. And for M, I’ll definitely do another letter for her.