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Saturday, December 03, 2005
Then came the princess
Almost twenty years ago, my Mom surprised us with the news that she’s pregnant. I was a huge news because, well, my brother is ten and I’m already… Oh! You thought I’m going to divulge my age then so you could do your maths. All right, to spare you the calculation, I’m thirty-one, which makes me twelve around that time. Just imagine, a middle-aged couple with two kids entering their teens, and here comes another one. What a great shock! My brother and I never thought that we could have another sibling again.
When my Mom returned home to San Jose a week after giving birth in Quezon City Medical Center (we were all born there), we were so excited as we waited for them at the airport. I couldn’t believe that I have a baby sister – my very own breathing, little doll! And, of course, she became the darling of everyone.
My Mom gave her the name Renee Joyce. Renee was taken from my Dad’s old nickname, Rene; while Joyce because she’s born in December. She was supposed to have Nenee for her nickname, but my Mom changed her mind because I might turn into a Nene. My Dad lovingly calls her Poponggay (ask me not where he got that) or Pops or Pongay for short. We even named our pet parrots while we were staying in Puerto Princesa with endearing nicknames. But now, she’s either RJ or Buday (ask me not about this one, too).
Well, imagine now; she just turned nineteen yesterday. Our little girl has grown up. Gone was the tyke whom I would buy clothes from Cinderella and one who would wear the little costumes I had sewn and piece together. She’s a courageous young woman like my Mom; more than I am.
To RJ: You may not remember the times you have spent with Dad, you were barely five when he left; you’re always with him wherever he goes – always sitting on the front passenger’s seit of his car. He might be gone, but he’s with you all the time. Mom, Kuya Gie and I may not be there always, but Dad is and he’s just a whisper away. We love you.
Happy birthday!
When my Mom returned home to San Jose a week after giving birth in Quezon City Medical Center (we were all born there), we were so excited as we waited for them at the airport. I couldn’t believe that I have a baby sister – my very own breathing, little doll! And, of course, she became the darling of everyone.My Mom gave her the name Renee Joyce. Renee was taken from my Dad’s old nickname, Rene; while Joyce because she’s born in December. She was supposed to have Nenee for her nickname, but my Mom changed her mind because I might turn into a Nene. My Dad lovingly calls her Poponggay (ask me not where he got that) or Pops or Pongay for short. We even named our pet parrots while we were staying in Puerto Princesa with endearing nicknames. But now, she’s either RJ or Buday (ask me not about this one, too).Well, imagine now; she just turned nineteen yesterday. Our little girl has grown up. Gone was the tyke whom I would buy clothes from Cinderella and one who would wear the little costumes I had sewn and piece together. She’s a courageous young woman like my Mom; more than I am.
To RJ: You may not remember the times you have spent with Dad, you were barely five when he left; you’re always with him wherever he goes – always sitting on the front passenger’s seit of his car. He might be gone, but he’s with you all the time. Mom, Kuya Gie and I may not be there always, but Dad is and he’s just a whisper away. We love you.
Happy birthday!
Friday, December 02, 2005
The best thing you've got going for you is individuality
My new work has begun. The work area given to me isn’t the best, but heck! it’s far better than the slums we had to make do with in UOB. I just have to learn to adapt to the freakin’ stinking wonderful smell that emits from my cubicle mate. My PC is pretty fast – way, way faster than my old PC in FITAS team (Dell computer, Pentium 4, 256 RAM, 30Gb HD, Windows XP Prof), but the sad part is that I can’t customize my wallpaper and screensaver. Ugh! I can’t see my baby Potter. Now, I was thinking of putting my poster here if I can’t find a way to customize my desktop.
What do you think?
All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity. – James F. Cooper
What do you think?
All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity. – James F. Cooper
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Midnight, and the clock strikes, then we pig out
That’s that the Noche Buena, a traditional Filipino Christmas eve; misa de gallo comes first, of course. I love these midnight holiday feasts; I know that Christmas is twenty-four days far from now, and New Year is about a month, but I can’t help but start planning on what to put on our table during those coming overindulging moments.
I will again miss the Purefoods Fiesta hams, so the only way make-up for that is by ordering an even bigger ham from Cold Storage. I think they offer the best hams here in Singapore, aside from the preposterously priced hams from hotels. So I made a choice yesterday between these four good-looking, succulent, weight-gaining pieces of meat and placed my order. With that already set, I think I’m already halfway through my preparation – as they say in our country: “It’s not Christmas if you don't have a ham on your table.”
I will again miss the Purefoods Fiesta hams, so the only way make-up for that is by ordering an even bigger ham from Cold Storage. I think they offer the best hams here in Singapore, aside from the preposterously priced hams from hotels. So I made a choice yesterday between these four good-looking, succulent, weight-gaining pieces of meat and placed my order. With that already set, I think I’m already halfway through my preparation – as they say in our country: “It’s not Christmas if you don't have a ham on your table.”
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