Dear Dad,  


For the longest time since we had you, I have to admit this, I missed you.


I miss the days you cook my favorite pork sinigang. I miss your pasalubongs from your business trips. I miss our long drive going to lola's house when everybody else sleeps while we sing BESAME MUCHO with your old car sterio. I miss our singing voice every Sunday that used to trigger mom's migraine. I miss the old days. I miss being your baby.  


I miss the "ice buko", "goto", "isaw" and "betamax" we eat every saturday afternoon while mom is out of town. I miss your confidence in convincing her that "isaw" and street foods are not really that bad at all. And you started to make homemade "isaw" after I was rushed to hospital for food poisoning. I miss you making faces as you turn your back to mom while she nags like forever. And when she stops talking, you tell her she's still your FOREVER. I miss you cracking jokes while I'm sad of mom not getting the right books I want. That mom is getting old and she's forgetful. And then you start writing the title and author of the books I wanted you to buy for me. I miss our ice cream moments during rainy days. And the hot black coffee at noon. I miss your complexities and your weirdo-ness daddy.

I miss your smile that brightens my days. I miss your shoulder that I used to cry on. You hand that taps my shoulder telling me "You can do it anak, ako yata ang tatay mo!" I miss my best friend in you. I miss you being around dad. Your hugs, your compliments, and I miss our draft beers and our long talks about your boss, about my teachers, about our dreams, about the man I should marry when I reach the right age. And the kind of 2nd wife I want you to have if mom decides to annul your marriage.


I miss you dad. I miss your uncanny ways of making me smile and your exceptional ways of making me realize how ODD life can be but with Mom and us, it's something worth living for. I also have to admit that I didn't believe you back then and that deep inside my young heart, I know "Life is a like a fairy tale, that everybody deserves a happy ending". Like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. You once told me, "when you grow up and find yourself fighting for the things you don't think are worth the fight but still fight for it because your hearts says so, you'll go back here yelling at every corner of this house, Dad! Life is ODD, Ur right and Ur Awesome!"  I miss your words of wisdom. You being the street smart and all!


I miss going back to the old house looking for your vintage car I used to whisper-borrow without your approval. How many concerts I missed because you wouldn't allow me go out with my friends. How many parties I missed because you disapproved of my dates. You missed seeing dad the evolution of my preference. How I wish to see you giving me 2 thumbs up for the man I decided to marry.


I missed you my daddy. I may have changed a lot but I am still your baby who misses your goodnight kiss. How sad that I missed the chance of kissing you back and tells you 


"I love you too, my daddy!"

May K ka ba MUG-MALDITA?

Thank You Lord.

Is SUNSET not enough for us to thank the Lord?

Are the clouds not enough to feel His presence?

As long as the flowers bloom, God will always love us.

So let's give praise to Him for the life we have, for the blessings and guidance we receive..and for everything He sacrificed to Save us. 

Mommy says NO TO MR. BEAN and CINEMA ONE

Okay. I let my kids watch what I call the stupid tube or TV as you spell it. But not as often as they want. Specially during school days, it is one of my rules that TV time is okay only during weekends. They can see some of their favorite channels while waiting for their school bus and right after breakfast but for a very limited time only. For an obvious reason that their attention won't be diverted and they can concentrate more on doing their homeworks after school.

But now its summer time. No more homeworks, no more exams.

My kids, while waiting for their summer classes to start on Monday are spending most of their time either watching TV or playing PET SOCIETY . Yes, I have allowed them to use the computer and watch TV and they can even sleep at late hours! Summer is to have fun anyway. They can do whatever they want as long as it is approved by mom. It seems contradicting huh, but as a mom, you don't want be a summer spoiler do you? And as a mom, you can't also afford to let your kids be exposed to things that are harmful for their well being. To put a limit is not to contradict, I personally believe.

Speaking of limit, though, I have allowed them to play couch potato this time of the year, I forbid them to watch Mr. Bean and the Tagalog dramas their yayas love to watch. Before you raise eyebrows,  these are my few reasons why I don't want my kids spending their summer with Mr. BEAN and the Drama Queens.

1. I like Rowan Atkinson but not Mr. Bean who lacks normal intelligence, understanding and awareness of  basic aspects of the way the world works, who is selfish and who brings various unusual schemes and connivances to everyday tasks. If Mr. Bean is always in state of STUPOR, the drama queens of Cinema One are always in state of HYSTERIA and DILEMMA. Scenes from these two are very disturbing for kids. I don't want my kids to have a Bean-y way of solving a problems or even be hysterical when they can't find one.

2. Mr. Bean doesn't speak and when he does on a very rare occasions, its just mumbled words that are familiar only to MARTIANS. The Drama Queens? When they are not kissing, you see them crying and yelling vis a vis their kontrabidas. If you can visualize a world with people who shouts a Martian language, then you are imagining another planet as MARS. Earth on you, kiddo!

3. If Mr. Bean has this annoying attachment to Teddy, which he often pretends as alive, the drama queens have this unending desire to get revenge, to kill and to succeed in a very dramatic ways. Kids have to learn the value of friendship not with dolls and cars but to real people they need to deal with for the rest of their lives. At a young age,  it is very dangerous for them to see scenes that portrays isolation, revenge or anger. And these are the things I see what these two programs try to depict. 

If you disagree with me, I don't need to argue with you. If you're Mr Bean Fan or the DQ's, its always your call. If you think Mr. Bean has this out of ordinary way of making you laugh, so be it. I can't stop you. 

But for me, it is my responsibility as a mom, as sister, as a guidance to watch over the young people of what they eat, what they hear and what they see. Because thats what they will become. We  have to be choosy and cautious of the kind of world we have now. People around us are not all responsible enough for every actions they do. As long as they can earn money, grab fortune, they will do anything even at other people's expense. 

I just can't let other people get their riches while contaminating my kids'  young minds. And so I say, Mr. Bean and the DQs are not for my kiddos!

BEGGAR

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pagppraktisan ko na ang "PALIMOS PO" ng bonggang-bongga!

Welcome to my blog

I really don't know what to write in here. I don't even know how to start. But there's just something inside me that wants to tell a story...of my life. But my coward self tells me, hey, who the hell cares about you, Anna? I mean about this life you are living? You are nobody. To some people, you don't exist. And to some who might be aware of this existence will just shrug your stories off. They won't give their time. They don't give a damn.

Because you are not a celebrity. Not even a politician. You are not Bill Gates or another Princess D.

Oh yeah, she's right. I am just a little me who lives in this big world of labels and tags! Who will ever listen to me? Of my dreams and my aspirations? I have no influence, I am powerless.

But then again, I feel the need to write. And its so strong that I have to argue with my coward self and let my passion win this time. Die, coward self! I want to share with people my thoughts and beliefs. How is world according to my perceptions. How it is according to my PEN. I will write and let people know of my existence. I don't care if they don't listen. I don't care if they won't believe. We have no difference for I am as imperfect as the most influential person who ever lived in history. I am as indispensable as how they think they are.

I may be unknown today. Like the most famous people were yesterday.

I am who I am. Who is undeniably part of everybody's existence as well.

So mark this day that you are able to meet me.

I am Anna Maldita. And tomorrow, I will be no more nobody to you and to the world!