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Dear me,

I’m glad the gift-giving season is over! I’m exhausted! To think I’m actually a bit lucky coz my dad’s side give gifts on New Year’s instead of Christmas which we spent with my mom’s side of the family.  So that’s more time for me to think of gifts to buy!

You see, I’m very picky when I t comes to gifts. My criteria for toys are: they should be educational, non-violent and made in the Philippines! Plus points for a reasonable price! So I end up usually buying books and sports-related toys. Unfortunately, these do not go over well with the kiddos. (Books? It’s like getting homework for Christmas!) At least I didn’t give out clothes! How utterly practical!  That’s when I realized that when I was(was?!!)   a kid, I  always wanted toys for Christmas, so I ‘ve relented and gave toy cars from China and furry dolls with soulless eyes. It has come to my observation that kids love big toys. The bigger the better. It doesn’t matter if it’s crappy plastic, as long as he can show it off to his playmates!

Cynicism

I remember when I was in high school, I read a lot of sappy stories in Reader’s Digest which probably led to my being horribly nearsighted, which I kept secret from my parents.(I don’t know why)I would have to go near the board just to see the words.

The funny thing is, every Christmas and birthday, I would always dream that my classmates would secretly pool their money and buy me a pair of glasses! It NEVER happened. My first taste of the real world. All the rest of the world wasn’t out to help me. They were too self-involved to care. In the end, I had to tell my parents and I did get yelled at but I now don’t have to be legally blind. Hooray!

Cards

The funny thing about xmas cards is that my inaanaks are babies! So why the heck do I bother writing messages like “Have a blessed Xmas and be good” when it’s the parents who read them. Maybe next time, I’ll say what I really mean: “Hope baby x won’t drive you crazy with this drum set. Enjoy!”

I am feeling quite anxious and weary. Various parties have signified their impending arrival to our shores to visit with our ailing grandfather who is afflicted with a sickness I cannot fathom. I am even more confused since he seems quite ready for the necessary procedure but his children are not as confident. They have all decided to come home, which would worry me if I were in his place. “What illness would require all my busy children to leave everything behind to be at my sickbed?”, I would say. “There is weeping on the phone and pale, serious faces when they talk about me. Is there something they are withholding from me? ”
My concerns are far less grave. My relatives were slated to return in two years yet but the unexpected illness has suddenly required us to offer our meager domicile as a home for some of our relatives and I have hardly begun the cleaning. Admittedly, our home is a-shambles. Much work needs to be done and I fear the silent observations of peeling paint and rusted windows. I fear how I might react to their pity. To be honest, we have indeed been remiss, using our busy schedule as an excuse for our descent into entropy. My father once tried to put some order in our chaos but even he has given up. There is only so many hours in a day and the years take their toll even on one such as he.
Now, it is too late. Only superficial changes can be made. Rooms will have to be made. Toilets bleached and scented. Accumulated material will have to be made to disappear elsewhere and we will have to pray that the jetlag, the worry and the long awaited reunion will be enough to blur their vision, to dull the senses. Till the next time.

Dear Blog,
Am feeling rather crappy today cos of my wowo who is sick in the hospital. Turns out he has a malignant tumor that needs to be operated on or something. Nakakaasar na nga na ang daming sakit at ang daming gastusin pero di pa sya mapagaling. Gusto ko na ring mag-reklamo pero ayoko makisama sa mga overseas relatives ko na panay ang puna sa 3rd world hospitals namin. E tulad na nga ng sinabi ko dati, wag sila mag-reklamo kung bakit wala nang matinong doktor at nurse sa pinas e tulad nila nag-abroad na lahat ng medical practitioners namin. Ngayon, magsisuwian sila at gagastos ng libo para sa accommodations, etc. pero mukhang ok naman si wowo. ang pag-aalala nila ang mas worrisome. Afterwards, dadalhin naman ang mag-asawa sa usa. glorious us of a!

anyway, post ko na lang mga works na ginawa ko using adobe illustrator:

this was the first one i did when i studied the program on my own. i swear i had such a headache afterwards-nagkasakit ako! nag-crash ang brain ko sa information overload!

Hay nako, moja ang lamig dito sa opis ng mga tao. Kahit ako na isang cute space alien na puno ng balahibo e nilalamig. Kumain tuloy ako kanina ng pansit sa mangkok. Sabi ng ibang taga-lupa, masama daw yung vetsin kasi yung isang kasamahan nya dating mahilig sa instant noodles e nagka-cancer sa ilong. Buti na lang wala akong ilong moja-moja. hwahahahaha!
Maulan kasi ngayon dito at ayaw ko sa ulan. Pero sabi ng kaibigan ko, nagpapasalamat daw sya sa ulan kasi taga-paranaque sya at konti lang daw ang tubig sa kanila. Sabi ko “aaaah kaya pala ganyan ang amoy mo , moja!” Binatukan nya ako *aray* gago to a. Mamaya uubusin namin ni dono ang bread nya hehehe!
Sabi nya, kelangan daw ng ulan sa kanila kasi deep well daw ang tubig sa kanila. Pero pag konti lang ang tubig, lumulubog daw ang lupa sa kanila. Si mojara nasa eskela, nag-aaral uli. Ako tinatamad na ako. Hihintayin ko na lang ang honorary doctorate ko moja.

Haay, kawawa naman ang lolo namin, moja. Madami daw sakit at napapagod na sina mommy at daddy sa kakabisita. Si mommy pa naman birthday bukas. Paano na ang plano namin kumain sa labas ha? Sabi ng mga tito at tita ko, sa planeta na lang daw nila dapat tumira si lolo moja. KAsi daw dito, konti lang ang nurse at doctor. E ang sabi ko paano kasi kinukuha nyo na lahat ng nurse namin no?

What is up with this predeliction to expose one’s innermost thoughts in public? It’s practically disrobing before your friends and that would be a nightmare I already had all my life. But a blog and in fact this friendster idea, is a stalker’s dream come true! Imagine being able to get into the mind of the object of your affection (obsession? potato, potah-to) and soak up in the lurid details till you find a pattern, a schedule , and finally finding him/her alone in a darkened alley and at your mercy. Bwahahahaha!

Well heck if I’m actually going to reveal anything remotely truthful here! A true stalker does the homework and doesn’t rely on such amateurish devices. Go through his/her garbage! Visit his/her alma mater and pull out the school records! Talk up the neighbors and officemates! That is the mark of true devotion. An online diary is an insult to your would-be kidnappers/ dominatrices.

Instead, I will fill this space with fictionalized accounts of some other person’s life. But maybe I will throw in a clue or cellphone number once in a while just so the interest doesn’t flag down.

Stalking is sooo romantic!