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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

My education plan baby


My daughter Cae is an education plan baby – literally and figuratively.


She was 2 years old when my cousin-in-law (hello, Tita Maricel), a pre-need agent, sold us our / her first education plan / policy.

Two years later (I was already with Insular Life then), I got her another plan. Since I belonged to the sales department which was marketing the latter, I purchased a policy out of loyalty and for credibility. Not only that, Cae was also one of the original College Provider models. She appeared on the brochures donning a college cap and gown.

Fast forward to School Year 2010-2011 >Cae’s first year in college. We were informed that the education benefits could be claimed every April and September. We had to comply with the claim requirements and fortunately, the funds were released in time for her 1st sem enrollment last April 2010. Imagine our relief when we only had to shell out less than 30K for a full semestral payment, instead of sourcing the entire tuition amount (60-70k) from our savings or from our paycheck.

This particular policy of Cae (which we paid for 5 years) would provide us with a certain amount every semester (for 8 semesters or 4 college years) plus interest every year. In effect, we would actually be receiving around 40% more than what we paid for. As of this writing, she’s already on her 3rd year-1st sem, so three semestral education benefits to go!

Cae’s other education plan – College Provider- has a life insurance component and was also payable for 5 years. When she turned 17 last March 2011, we were informed that we could already claim the education benefit, which was in lump sum, unlike the first one. Further, even if we already got the entire education fund, Cae is still insured up to age 21. Aside from that, she will still receive a graduation gift in cash also at age 21.

And now with Caehl...Initially, I didn't plan to get him one. I was thinking, maybe when the time comes, we wouldn't be worrying anymore about his college education expenses. After all, he’d be the only one studying by that time. But with the new K-12 education program or curriculum in the Philippines, I started to think again.  He has to have one. So I’m getting him one, also from Insular. Since he’s already 6 years old, the premiums are a little bit high now.

Paying insurance premiums is a great responsibility and more often than not, we find it burdensome. Imagine being locked out for 5 years (compared to a telco plan for 24 months and you even get a free handset). But just to give you an illustration, getting or paying for an education plan with a hundred thousand face amount or coverage is like buying a pair of shoes every month or having Starbucks coffee every day (but of course, a 100,000 face amount is just an example. You can get a higher coverage - say 500K or 1M, as the cost of college education in MM universities nowadays ranges from 45k – 60k per sem). When you think about the benefits, especially if you yourself experienced its convenience and rewards, you won’t have any regrets, really. Think about it :)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Face (the) book

For someone who has a voracious appetite for books, I must confess I never read any of the following books: The Lord of The Rings trilogy, The Hunger Games, and Harry Potter (I’m so sorry, not even one of the seven). But I did enjoy watching the film adaptations and I never tried to do it backwards – that is movie first, book second.

Seven of Nicholas Sparks’ novels have been adapted to films, but I’ve read only Nights in Rodanthe – I never saw the movie, though.

Although I agree that reading a book beforehand enhances your appreciation a great deal, I guess I am one of those who don’t believe that it is a pre-requisite to read the book in order to enjoy the movie. After all, I did enjoy seeing Spiderman, The Avengers, Batman, or even X-Men without having to read the comic books.

With The Godfather, even though I have copies of the books (the movies were enough for me), I felt I didn't have to read them anymore. I also have all the Bourne novels and watched all the Bourne movies. I have read most of Stephen King’s novels and watched most of the film adaptations (including The Shawshank Redemption which is actually adapted from a novella).

I must say though that if you are familiar with the novel or comic book, it is such an awesome experience seeing the characters come alive. God, but I will never forget Clint Eastwood as Robert Kincaid in The Bridges of Madison County (although I really love Clint Eastwood to start with). Such a historical moment seeing that familiar place or setting - pardon the example, but admit it, we all went crazy as “the” Cullen house in Forks was unveiled; And such a magical goose-bumpy kind of feeling as your favorite protagonist (or even antagonist) delivers that unforgettable line and everyone in the theater is holding his breath, knowing what he (or she) is going to say.

A number of film adaptations are coming soon: The Woman in Black (starring Daniel Radcliffe), Peter Jackson’s long-awaited The Hobbit, The Great Gatsby (filmed SIX times, but my favorite is of course the one with Robert Redford), Les Miserables, Great Expectations, and On the Road (starring Kristen and Kirsten LOL). And there’s much ado over who’s going to be Christian Grey in the film version of Fifty Shades. I vote for Matt Bomer (despite his sexual preference).

Which gets me to thinking – what do the writers feel upon seeing their novel or screenplay on the widescreen? (Anne Rice didn’t like Tom Cruise as Lestat, and Stephen King was disappointed with The Shining.) Now this is another interesting story.

(Postscript: Was able to read Hunger Games after all.)

Monday, July 16, 2012

Small-time Small Town Funny Girl

I am one of the gazillions of people who felt the loss when the Comedy King died.
I couldn’t find the words to describe my relationship with Dolphy, because I simply didn’t have one. I believe GMA 7’s Ivan Mayrina hit the spot when he said, "At some point, natouch ka niya eh, kaya kahit paano may loss ka din kahit hindi mo siya kaano-ano.

Yes, that's exactly how I feel. Although I grew up watching his shows, I have no encounter with him, and I didn’t know him personally. My closest connection probably was he was a childhood friend of my late maternal grandmother, a certified Tondo Girl. She used to tell us stories about growing up with Dolphy. In fact, one of her sisters married a Vera.

In his November 2010 interview with Jessica Soho shown in Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho, the latter asked him,  “Idescribe nyo nga ho ang feeling...humahagalpak ang mga tao dahil sa jokes nyo.” Dolphy replied, “Ah ibang klase ang feeling.”

True, to be able to make people laugh is a gift. And the feeling that you were able to elicit laughter is indescribable. It gives you a different kind of high, it is even addictive.
Comedy is a tough business to become a part of, they say, and it has also been said (was it by Confucius or Paulo Coelho?) that the funniest people are the saddest ones.

In TV5’s tribute to him, host Cristy Fermin said that most comedians are silent people in real life. “Ang mga komedyante, sa totoong buhay or off-cam, mga tahimik na tao,” citing Dolphy and Vic Sotto, among others.

Most of you will disagree with me when I say that I am really a shy person. Truth is, what you see on stage is a different me, the showbiz me. The real me is the quiet girl beside you. I don’t talk much off-camera, instead I love to listen, and I allow other people to shine and do the talking. Although I must admit, I love to laugh out loud and I don’t run out of punch lines. I find humor in almost anything, and I can make any situation funny – whether intentional or not. I think my blog “The Tales of The Good Girl” showcases my own brand of humor and drama - hindi pilit, hindi gaya-gaya.

In closing, I'd like to retweet my own Tweet: 
RT @therealgoodgirl
“From a small-time / small town funny girl to the King of Comedy – laugh on.”
RIP Dolphy. Ikaw na. Ikaw lang.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it 101

Through the kindness of a certain Manang, Cae's Meralco bill was settled and paid at the Meralco Sampaloc office.

As I didn't know her name, I taped a short note on my dresser mirror to remind myself to pay her back.

Just now, I saw an "edit" on my note.

"Manang" has a name now. Courtesy of you-know-who.

Naturally, he knows Manang's name.

Hayyyyy.



Whatchama-CAEHL-it C

My 100th post on Caehl :)

While watching the necrological mass last night for Dolphy over at ANC, Caehl suddenly said, "I don't want to cry."
***

Last night also:
Me: Caehl, you have quiz pala in Science and Filipino, did you study na?
Caehl: No.
Me: Why?
Caehl: Kasi easy.

Tsk tsk - panindigan mo yan, Anak hehe

Monday, June 18, 2012

Papa, can you hear me? (For Papa on Fathers' Day 2012)

When I was a teenage girl, I suffered from severe dysmenorrhea (painful menstrual periods). If you are a female and you’re having it or used to have it, then I don’t have to explain. If you’re a male, you don’t want to hear or know about it.

The cramps used to wake me up at night. I would lie awake in cold sweat. Sometimes, the pain would be accompanied by diarrhea or just the urge to poop but once you’re sitting on the toilet, namimilipit sa sakit, wala naman.

I would crawl my way to my parents’ bedroom, and rouse my father from sleep. He didn’t have to ask what was going on. He would just lead me back to our room, go to the kitchen, and come back with a hot water bottle. I would place it on my abdomen and try to go back to sleep. Oh yes, I would finally sleep like a log, but the person I woke up would still be awake, watching over me.

I'm married now with two kids - my dysmenorrhea has disappeared a long time ago. But I will never get tired of telling this story.

For a year and a half now, I’ve been fatherless. People out there whose dads have passed away can relate to the feeling I am feeling. Nakakamiss di ba? Sometimes, as I walk home, I would suddenly remember him, or something would remind me of him, and para akong tanga na naiiyak sa daan. Sometimes, just before falling asleep at night, especially if I have problems, I would suddenly think of him and cry.

Oh no, my father was not perfect, I wasn’t a perfect daughter, either. I wasn’t able to give him the satisfaction of having a lawyer for a daughter, and maybe I will never be a lawyer. I’m sorry for that, Papa. But I can never be like you, you were exceptional and one of a kind.

Wherever you are now, I hope you’re at peace. Sa heaven, wala raw beer hehehe and sa heaven, hindi kailangan ng abogado (kasi mababait ang mga nandyan). Wala ring komedyante siguro diyan (kasi masasaya ang mga nandyan). Kaya wala kang trabaho diyan hahaha

I love you, Papa and I miss you so much. I may not have dysmenorrhea anymore but I still wish you were here with me, because there are pains that simply wouldn’t go away…

Happy Fathers’ Day to all fathers!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XCV

Just this morning:

While giving Caehl a bath, NKOTB was on my playlist. 
Caehl: But that's what you're going to watch! #NKOTBSBinManila

Caehl: Why is there music for the dead? They're making the dead sad! 
RIP Dodong - be the Lord's handyman upstairs.



Monday, May 28, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XCIV

Girls go to OB-Gynecologists for check-up.
Caehl: Mommy, where do boys go? Are there doctors for boys?

Help me!!!

*****

Caehl: Why are you watching Dog Whisperer? We don't have a dog.
Me: Shhh. I like Cesar Millan.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XCIII

As I have started planning for my son's 7th Birthday in October, I realized I should ask the celebrator himself on what he wants, and should not stress myself by overdoing things, overspending, or making things complicated.

Last night, I asked him, pa-simple, "Caehl, do you know Mickey Mouse?"

He laughed.

Me: "Do you like Toy Story?"

Caehl: "Those are the party themes from McDonald's."

Kahit kelan, hindi ako makalusot kay Caehl 

Monday, May 21, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XCII

Just now:

Browsing the Net and checking out party planners / suppliers, I finally saw a likely candidate. She got the theme / stuff that I wanted.

 

Me: Do you like that, Caehl?

C: (Just grinning, not answering)

Nanay Ev: Baka naman ang mahal niyan.

C: Is that 'love' or 'expensive'?

Me and Nanay: Both!

 

Yeah, for you Caehl, both!

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XCI

Before going to EK last Saturday...

Caehl: Mommy, why is Dari taking a nap?

Me: So that he won't be sleepy while driving.

C: What will happen if he falls asleep?

M: We'll bump.

C: How about me? What will happen if a young boy like me drives the car?

M: Uhmmm...a policeman will arrest us. 

C: Or..?

M: Or what?

C: We'll also bump.

 

Nga naman.


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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Apartment on Union Civica

It was a two-storey six-door apartment building divided by a steel gate that was never open. That means each side, composed of three doors or units, had a separate entrance. If you went out using the west side, it was no longer the same street. Weird huh. Facing a firewall, its east side was really close to the public market that it was more like a part of it already. This was our side. And I never knew our neighbors on the other side. Falalalalalalalala.

Each apartment unit had two bedrooms upstairs, and aside from the usual living room/dining room, there was a dirty kitchen / laundry area and a big T&B on the ground floor. The stairs landing just had to be the altar – one couldn’t think of something else.

We occupied the first unit which was kind of special because it seemed bigger. It came with a verandah on the 2nd floor. The others didn’t. During brown-outs, you could open the door and let the wind (if any) come in. It served as a place where we can hang our clothes to dry.  The unit also came with a space for a store and a parlor, also on the ground floor. There were five occupants – my aunt-lola (one of my maternal grandpa’s sister who was a widow and the real tenant on record) whom we called Auntie Ely, Mama Diche (my mom’s sister) and my cousin MJ, my Ate and me. Sometimes there were 6 of us as there would be an occasional transient boarder renting a makeshift room near the staircase. Yes, apartment units then were that big.

The middle unit was actually rented by my aunt, but she decided to sublease it to another family to look after Auntie Ely and us; while the 3rd door was occupied by another aunt and my 3 cousins.

I loved and will always remember our bedroom window where we could see the action. One could spend the whole day just looking out that window. You wouldn’t get bored - vendors on the market front selling vegetables and fruits; my neighbor-crush (who may or may not have known me) playing basketball; and practically people from all walks of life passing by.

Our unit wasn’t that pretty but it seemed to possess a certain attraction or appeal to our friends who would stay there all day, all night - reviewing for exams, chatting, singing and dancing along our small karaoke player; eating lugaw, banana cue, carioca, or isaw; smoking and drinking. The apartment location was strategic that I could take any route going to UST and back. It had a bakery called “Our Daily Bread.” It was close to the malls (at that time, SM City and SM Sta. Mesa), Quiapo or Divisoria or Cubao or Timog, schools (U-Belt), hospitals (UDMC, UST, St. Luke’s), churches, and practically to anything. My folks would drop us off every Sunday afternoon or evening, using the Nagtahan / Santol route. If you were working or looking for a job, it wouldn’t matter if your workplace was in QC or Manila or even Pasig. Ironically though, I haven’t heard of many people who were familiar with its name, “Galas.”

Our room was also the place where most of my short fiction were born, written, and typed. In this apartment, I have loved and lost, laughed and cried, fought and won and lost.

Whatever happened to this apartment? After staying there for four years, I moved back to San Pedro. I am not sure but I think the owner decided to either sell it or demolish it to build a new townhouse. Auntie Ely and Mama Diche are already with our Creator, while MJ is somewhere in the metro, working for a living I suppose. Too bad we didn’t have too many (if any) photographs taken inside it. 

But perhaps it’s all right. The snap shots are all clear and sharp in our minds and memories, anyway.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mama Mia

When my father passed away last December 2010, everyone was worried about my mom. The focus was on her, “Kumusta na (ang) mama mo?” because they know about her medical condition.

To most people, she is a fragile woman, a quiet one. After all, who wouldn’t be tagged as quiet with Papa around doing most of the talking?

Prim and proper, she doesn’t know how to swear. She always reprimands us for talking aloud or for doing unladylike things. “Patricia (yes, si Ate ang laging napapagalitan), yung boses mo.”

It was always Papa who took the credit. “Mana sa iyo ang mga anak mo, Attorney,” referring to our academic achievements. Of course, CPA na, lawyer pa. But to me, Mama is the more intelligent one. Low profile / tahimik lang kasi. Mas mayabang at maingay lang kasi si Papa.  Mama has her share of medals and awards during her school days. After high school at UST, she took up Accountancy at UE (they have the same alma mater) and worked as an accountant in various companies until the early 80s, I think.

From her, I think I got my obsession with organization (be it work-related or personal matters). My appointments / meetings have to be calendared.  Everything has to be written, noted, advised, informed, or announced. I always have to have a journal, a “To Do” list, and a grocery/shopping list. Looking back now, I realized we have the same format of “payables” list every 15th/30th and grocery list (items are according to aisle / category). Beside the phone, there should be a notepad and pens. Documents/files have to be in labeled folders or envelopes, alphabetically arranged, including books (I have to confirm this with her again but I remember her saying she also dreamed of becoming a librarian). My father didn’t need a secretary or EA, my mom’s the best organizer. When you ask her for something, alam niya kung saan nakalagay.

From her too, I got my carry-all addiction. Dapat, Girl Scout, laging handa. One of my favorite moments was when we were on our way to a family outing once. My Ate said, “Sana may asin tayo,” I think we were eating either boiled eggs or Indian mangoes that time. Voila, my mother produced small packages of iodized salt from McDonald’s. See?

In more ways than one, turns out I am like her but physically, we take after Papa. Mama’s fair and beautiful, sayang hindi namin namana hehe

My mom may look frail and delicate, but I also realized after my Papa’s death that she is the strongest and bravest person among us. We didn’t expect that but she truly is. The power and capacity of her heart to accept and bear everything in silence, grace and dignity is amazing and inspiring. And worth emulating.

I have a weird way of showing my love. But I know that she knows that I love her.

Mama, Happy Mothers’ Day!


Friday, May 4, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it XC

This 90th Whatchama-CAEHL-it entry is dedicated to our Puerto Princesa trip.
 
On our return flight to Manila, I was trying to get some sleep. Half-awake, I saw Caehl making the two thumbs-up sign.
 
The following day, I asked him. "Caehl, I saw you doing like this (making the gesture) last night. Why did you do that?"
 
"Because I'm happy."
 
Priceless 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXIX

When Caehl saw me clicking the www.philstar.com link, he asked: What's that?

Me: philstar.com, it's Philippine Star.

Caehl (amazed): You can (read) newspaper online?

Ang alam niya kasi yung traditional newspaper  :)

Monday, April 9, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXVIII

Caehl: Mommy, when you don't work, we'll have no money?

Me: Yeah.

C: It's only for today, Mommy, kasi holiday pa. Tomorrow, may work na.

(Ah yun pala yun)

C: Do we have money for full tank?

Me: Yeah. Don't worry about money.

(Naiiyak na)

C: Why?

Me: Because it's Mommy's problem - not yours. Just think about your studies, just study hard. Let Mommy worry about money.

(Lalong naiyak)

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXVII

Last Thursday night, as we were cruising along Osmeña Highway, after getting the rest of Ate Cae's stuff from her dorm, Alex said, "Caehl o, look, the Jollibee there is open."

Me: Daddy, kanina mo pa pinansin yang Jollibee na yan.

Alex: Do you want to go home na? I'm looking for a mall, a place that's open.

Caehl: Ano ba yan. Holy Week nga eh!

Ayan, napagalitan si Dari :)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXVI

With Nanay Ev and Ate Doobs away until tomorrow, they put up their usual "No Load" sign.

When someone called out, "Pa-load", Caehl was bothered. 

"Bakit nagpapaload? There's a sign," he said. "Can't they read? Bakit hindi marunong?"

I just told him, "Baka they just did not see the sign." Para lang matahimik.

When another suki called out "Pa-load", this time my son was prepared. 

"Wala po. Nagswi-swimming!"

Natawa tuloy si Ate Cae.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXV

Caehl's Litany:


No ID

No entry

 

No tuition

No exam

 

No exam

No grade

 

No grade

No graduation

 

No graduation

No job

 

No job

No money

 

No money

No food

 

No food

Dead!

 

Me: Caehl, you're so funny!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXIV

Yesterday morning, I woke up with a terrible pain on my left arm. Must be because I usually sleep on my left side. The Ibuprofen capsule I took wasn't any help at all :(  When I got home, I placed two Salonpas patches.

I didn't realize Caehl was so bothered. He couldn't sleep. Then, he suddenly asked, "Mommy, have you thanked God for the ache on your arm?"

"Why?" I asked.

"So He will take it away," he
replied. "Come on, say this after me: Lord, thank You for the ache on my arm. Please take away all the pain and absorb all the pain. O Mommy, you say Amen."

This morning, as soon as he saw me, he gently touched my arm and asked if I still have Salonpas. 

Yes," I said. 

Nag-wo-worry pa rin siya.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXIII

Caehl: When you mix red and green, what color will come out?

Me: What?

Caehl: Yucky!

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXII

Still so early on a fine Saturday morning, Caehl wanted to come up with a list, of all things, of film production companies and their respective logos. Yes, he's drawing the logos on his scratch papers. He was having a good time visualizing them (for example, the boy in the moon, fishing; a horse (Pegasus), a roaring lion, stars above the mountain; a nice castle with fairy dust - I hope you can guess by now the companies by these descriptions).

 

Running out of suggestions, I told him he could check out the back covers of the DVDs. So he did, with Nanay Ev. But this must have frustrated him that he finally declared, "Let's just look (it) up in Google."

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Happy Birthday to The Good Girl’s Daughter

18 years ago, I did not know anything about motherhood, I was not prepared to be a parent. I was only 22.

In fact, even before I knew it, it was my Mama who first knew I was pregnant.

“Patricia,” she instructed my eldest sister. “Samahan mo na yan magpa-check-up, buntis yang kapatid mo.”

I was supposed to start working for the Araneta Group of Companies. I nailed the job after my first interview. At that time, we were staying with my aunt in QC and Araneta Center, Cubao was just a ride away. So it was convenient for me, and for Alex who at that time was working in the same area.

But I got pregnant with Cae that I had to forego working. My pregnancy was not simple. I would crawl my way to the comfort room to throw up and it was really yucky. I hated the smell of Eternity and Safeguard. After surviving the 1st trimester, I remember being strong enough to be able to watch Bon Jovi’s concert at the Rizal Stadium. That night, while singing, “Shot through the heart. And you're to blame. Darlin' You give love a bad name,” my youngest sister Lea fainted. We learned later that she got chicken pox. My folks were alarmed and afraid that I would get it too so they had to send me to my aunt’s house in QC again. But as luck would have it, the following day, I got sick, too. The doctor reassured us it would not affect the baby.

On my fifth month, I had a dengue scare. My mouth was bleeding and the emergency doctor said I might be having dengue. He also said (God bless him, he passed away already) my baby was too small. My mom was so scared. Turned out, when my real OB-Gyne came back from vacation, she said it was just lack of fluorine or fluoride. It was common among pregnant women so she made me eat food rich in fluorine/fluoride. In addition, no, she disputed the other doctor’s pronouncement about the baby's size. In fact, I was thin as a 22-year old and considering my built, my baby was just growing fine.

My estimated delivery date was March 28 (that was a Holy Monday). But when I had an ultrasound that day, my OB-Gyne said, “Mataas pa.” That was when we knew she was going to be a girl. I was overjoyed. Alex and I wanted a girl. In fact, I already chose a name for her – Caitlin (after a Sweet Dreams pocketbook title) and Anais (from the Cacharel perfume Anais Anais, which my good friend Nessa sent me from Australia). Alex liked the combination that we didn’t have to think of another name. The initials CA had many meanings - C is for Capiz and Che (my childhood nickname); and A is for Alex and Acuña. Her nickname CAE is from Alex’s initials – Capiz, Alexander Edmund.

So we went back home, kampante that I wasn’t going to give birth until after Holy Week. Yet, that Wednesday, I had a discharge and I felt it was time. My brother who was going to work at that time drove me to the hospital and called Alex who was in the office. I had to suffer for 31 hours before I had her. Please visit this link http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/1207  (A Girl Named Caitlin) for my “labor day” story J

My late Papa used to call her ‘First Love”, being their first apo. She was also sort of his lucky charm in taking the Bar. On the other hand, my mother-in-law had a stroke 2 days after Cae was born. That was a Friday. In fact, she was planning to visit us Saturday as soon as Cae and I were discharged from the hospital. But as it is, after her stroke, she never recovered and she passed away when Cae was 4 and a half months old.

About her dextroscoliosis and brace 

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/61968 and 

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/66556

Whoever said that motherhood (or parenthood for that matter) is like a box of chocolates (you wouldn’t know what you’re gonna’ get) wasn’t kidding. I am the one who’s kidding, nobody really said that.

Being a parent is ___________ (just fill in the blanks). You cannot explain it or describe it in just one word – parenthood is in fact a world of its own. It is a magical, wonderful, awesome world; it’s a happy and sad and crazy experience.

Writer C. JoyBell C. said, “I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms, allow them to take the subway...let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves.”

Cae and I now share the same shoe/slipper size. She’s prettier and taller but we have the same built. She is an emotional, thoughtful, loyal girl; she loves her friends dearly and is very generous. She loves to read and is a good writer (I don’t think she knows this). She’s strong and stubborn like her dad. She can be better, I know, it’s just that she may not know how good she is. If I say a lot of times that Caehl is my mini-Me and is a lot like me, it doesn’t mean I love my daughter less.

I can’t remember who said it or where I read it (maybe you can Google it), but it went like this, “You are the closest I will ever come to magic.”

18 years after, even at age 40, I will not claim to be an expert, I am still learning but I am sure proud I am Cae’s mom and parent. I wouldn’t have it any other way.


Please visit my other blog entries about our unica hija:

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/31817

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/31781

Dorm blog: http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/79321

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/13297

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/12353

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/10720

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95209

Before going to college http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/31819

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95210

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95212

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95213

High School Graduation http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95214

Senior Prom http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/95211

Grade School Graduation http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/18073

http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/2785

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Congratulations, Caehl!



Salutatorian, Best in Spelling (Spelling Bee champion), Quiz Bee Champion, and Most Inquisitive March 24, 2012*CKLC Auditorium

Congratulations, Caehl!




Salutatorian, Best in Spelling (Spelling Bee champion), Quiz Bee Champion, and Most Inquisitive

March 24, 2012*CKLC Auditorium

Monday, March 19, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXXI

As soon as Caehl heard me opening our gate, he squealed and shouted, "Hiya ako, hiya ako."

 

I think I know why, I said. You have mistakes in your exam, no?

 

"Yes, yes," he said.

 

He had 4 mistakes in Sibika, and one each in Math and Reading.

 

I was surprised that Prep Math has addition and subtraction with 3 digits (although he got all these right) and something about Karapatan and Tungkulin (Rights and Obligations) in Sibika (which confused him, I suppose).

 

Another source of his confusion, I think, was the question on free education (he answered False as he knows we're paying tuition) and if the government chooses the people it will help (who the heck knows the truth).

 

Hayaan na nga.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXIX

Caehl is asking me to buy the Tagalog version of The Rosary booklet.

 

"Para we know how to pray the Rosary in Tagalog," he said. "And we know the Tagalog (translation) of the Mysteries."

 

"Where will you buy - St. Pauls or National?"

 

Hindi naman demanding.

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXX

Complaining of stomach ache, I told Caehl, "Caehl, I have tummy pains," expecting sympathy from him.
 
"Why," he asked. "You ate too much food?"
 
Ayos. Oo na nga.

Surprise Party for Piya


Happy Birthday to our eldest squid, Piya! Thank you, Batch 84, for the cake, gifts, presence, and love! A supposed-to-be family dinner and advance birthday treat turned out to be a surprise celebration. 80s music, cozy venue, sumptuous food (carbonara, spaghetti with red sauce, bread, shanghai, onion rings, french fries, chicken fingers, and bottomless passion iced tea. Thank you, Pitstop.



March 17, 2012
Pitstop Coffee

Surprise Party for Piya




March 17, 2012
Pitstop Coffee

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXVIII

Last night, Caehl asked if he could stay up a few minutes more to finish his scribbling activity.

 

"I can sleep late because I can wake up late naman tomorrow, Mommy," he said. 

 

Exam day kasi and they could come in at 9:45am instead of the usual 8:15am.

 

"Ok," I said.

 

But this morning, I was surprised to see him up at 6am.

 

"O, I thought you were going to wake up late?"

 

"I lied."

 

Hay, marunong na.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXVII

Nanay to Caehl who's walking around the living room and dancing before taking a bath:
 
Caehl, Take off your clothes na.
 
Caehl: I need to warm up a little bit.
 
Oo nga naman.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXVI

For the past few nights, Caehl has been asking me what crimes can send a person to jail for 5 years, 10 years or forever.  I will just say a few general terms like stealing or killing someone, and it was only last night that I Googled it to give him the complete answers.

I found a list and together we ran through it, explaining the legal terms to him as simply as I could, applying the Strong Parental Guidance reminder of MTRCB. Natatawa si Alex sa amin. When we got to "assault on a pregnant woman which resulted to the killing of the unborn child," I told him one can be sentenced to as long as 25 years if he or she hurts a woman with a baby in the tummy.

He touched my tummy softly and repeatedly did so. Naawa yata, perhaps imagining the assault.

Then he asked, "Mommy, di ba I'm the last baby in your tummy? Can a woman who's 40 or 41 years old still have a baby? Hindi na di ba, kasi old na?"

Aray ko!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXV

We're currently limiting Caehl's intake of salty food and juices / tea drinks.

Caehl looks bored.

Me: Ano, wala kang magawa noh?

C: Nothing to eat and drink.

Kawawa naman :(

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXIV

Caehl: Mommy, why do you work?
Me: So we can have money to pay for your school.
C: Until when will you work?
M: Until I'm old.
C: How old?
M: 60.
C: Kasi college pa ako? Eh kung medicine, that will take 4 more years, eh di 8 years na! Ayoko na!
M: Ok lang yun, if that's what you want.
C: How about Nanay? Why doesn't she work?
M: She does, she's working here in the house. Like Ate Doobs.
 
Ayan, Nanay. Please explain, hindi ka raw nag-wo-work hehehe

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXIII

Caehl: Mommy, I'm going to type my story tomorrow, like Daddy!

 

(Hindi lang gagawa ng diyaryo, pati pa fiction yata!)

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXII

Caehl's Nanay Ev would always insist she's only 46. And Caehl would always believe her.

Until he saw her birth date in a document yesterday.

He shouted, "Nanay, you were born in 19__*! You're not 46!"

Nagtawanan daw sila.

This afternoon, I asked Caehl. "Caehl, how old is Nanay?"

At the same time, they replied:

Ev said, "Ay hindi pa yan nag-compute!"

Caehl: __*!

Nag-compute na nga pala hehe

Note: I left them blank to keep Nanay Ev's age a secret ;)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXXI

Watching 100 over Cinema One last night. Scene showed women playing mahjong.

 

What is that, Caehl asked. What are they doing?

 

Uhmm (how do I put it), they're playing a game. Yeah, it's like a Chinese board game (proud of myself).

 

Mommy,  they're matching the tiles. It's called mahjong.

 

Eh you know naman pala, where did you see that? How did you learn about mahjong?

 

In Nanay's cellphone.

 

Hay!

 

(100 is written and directed by Chris Martinez, starring Mylene Dizon. http://www.clickthecity.com/movies/?p=3323)

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXX

Me (whispering): Caehl, what is Daddy doing? 

Caehl: Making coffee. 

Me: What is he going to do next? 

Caehl (laughing): Sleep. 

Pati yun, napapansin rin ni kulit.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Whatchama-CAEHL-it LXIX

Caehl was drawing columns and boxes, and putting text inside the boxes.

 

Me: What are you doing?

 

Caehl: I am making a newspaper.

 

Music to my ears.