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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

A Debutante's Ball with a Twist :-)

My daughter, Sophie, celebrated her 18th birthday last March 1.  In as much as, an 18th birthday party would have been an opportune time for everyone to come together in one venue  in perfectly manicured dresses and in crispy black ties, we didn't give her an expensive and flashy debutante's ball.  I know my daughter would have wanted something posh and elegant, and party all night with her college and high school friends but her mother have other things in mind :-).

I had my share of birthday parties when I was a little girl, but while growing up (but didn't notice it then), I came to appreciate more, small, intimate get-togethers  with my equally small family and very selected friends in a very relax venue where its OK to spill your beer on your not-really-perfect white shirt, no need to powder your nose each time, or go around, mingle and entertain everyone.   I've always hated the limelight, and all that attention you cannot figure ---  I sincerely despise scripted programs --- but I love the loud rowdy laughters of my cousins, watching our parents get cozy, mash with love our new babies, and engage in naughty conversations with old besties before everybody gets drunk and high with beer, coffee, chocolates and videoke.    A short guest list of special people in your life is still the bestest crowd to share a milestone in your life.

Aside from the love of the color purple, the visual appeal of strawberries, the strong affection to Tinkerbell, simple and quiet celebrations is just one of my many influences on my daughter.

March 1, 2015 was her "coming-out party".  And I believe she deserves more than just a choreographed cotillion ball.  First of March was her rite of passage, this day she stepped out of her comfort zone.  This day marked her formal introduction to a much bigger community.

Mom's date book @ the office

Mom's cover photo @ Mom's FB :)

Head over heels over leopard prints.  Her cake gotta look like this. 

what could be better than a Jollibee Party

We also helped decorate the venue.  Sophie here with her childhood friend, Les.

Balloon girls!

Ate Sophie played games with the girls.
(Picture taking is allowed only when taken from a distance and when the girls are at their backs.  Visitors are also not allowed to ask personal questions to the girls.)

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon --- and that was lovely.

This was better than 18 roses.

Brilliant than 18 candles.
Jollibee came to dance.
She's not too shy.

She really adores Jollibee.




During the first 6 months of my pregnancy, I bought my child, whose gender was still unknown to us, an Education Plan, for a 4-year course in an exclusive school.  I was 26 and the little life inside me was zero age.

You can say that it was part of my grand plan, not only to secure my child's future, but specifically to provide her/his quality education from an ivy league university, at least, for what this country can provide and what her/his parents can afford.

When a parent makes a decision like that it could possibly be more for self serving reasons.  All parents, regardless of social status, want the best for their children.  That would have been my primary consideration when I made that choice.

The Philippines, is my daughter's country of birth.  She presently lives in a nation where there is massive political, economic and social crises.  But Sophie has been placed in a more fortunate circumstance as compare to some girls her age.  Eighteen years, and she has been blessed with better opportunities, and that foremost is,  access to good education.   With God's grace, she would have better chances of a more stable life making her more capable to help her family, her community, her country.  The Philippines is burdened enough for a long period of time.  I think it is my Christian duty as a parent to raise a child who would be less of a liability and more of an asset to the society she belongs to.

My prayer is for my daughter to have that grateful heart that sees and appreciates all her blessings in life, big or small.  And so that out of the abundance of her heart she will be compassionate, and generous, and nurturing to lives other than hers.  I want her to understand that she has a responsibility to better herself  so that she would be able to care for her family, and her country and every life that's in it.

My daughter has not experienced poverty or any form of abuse.  She's only heard and seen all these from mass media.  She has not come face-to-face.   On her 18th birthday, in the company of those who love her dearly, we celebrated her young blissful life at  the Bahay Tuluyan ng mga Bata  sa Dasmarinas Home for Girls --- shared her blessings, entertained them, played with them, and no matter how temporary, at least made the girls forget their painful experiences of abuse and abandonment.  Hopefully, Sophie would take the cue from there, that she is blessed, and that she can make a difference.

In lieu of gifts, we asked our relatives to make non-cash donations to Bahay Tuluyan ng mga Bata sa Dasmarinas Home for Girls.  Readers of this blog are also encourage to do the same.  If you want to support the Home for Girls , please contact:

     BahayTuluyan ngMga Bata (Home for Girls)*
     DBB- B, Dasmarinas, Cavite
    Contact Person:  Ms. Brennie R. Sotto, Center Head
                               Ms. Tess Yadao/Ms. Al
                                046-4160579

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Bahay Tuluyan (Home for Girls) A residential rehabilitation facility of the Department of Social Welfare and Development (DSWD) designed for girls below 18 years old who are in difficult circumstances. The center aims to provide children with residential care and rehabilitation services in preparation for more appropriate family care management. Services of the center include social services; home life/group living service; educational service; health service; psychological and psychiatric service; moral and spiritual formation enhancement; recreational, sports and socio-civic services; after care, and follow up service

The Lasalian Community Development Center (LCDC)supports Bahay Tuluyan (Home for Girls).  LCDC  implements community development programs. It is an important resource of social transformation through the creation of meaningful, relevant and innovative community programs. It helps provide the University with accessible opportunities to sustain the Lasallian mission of uplifting the lives of the underprivileged through service, research and networking.

Sophia Clarisse V. Merza, is an incoming Junior at the De La Salle where she is taking up Tourism Management.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

There goes my worries ...

My Guatemalan doll --- are you gonna work this time? My dreamcatcher failed me. frown emoticon

The Legend of the "Munecas Quitapenas"
Worry Dolls are tiny, hand-crafted dolls from Guatemala. The dolls are clothed in traditional Mayan costumes and stand
one-half to one inch tall.

Guatemalan artisans bind pieces of wood together or twist together short lengths of wire to create a frame and fashion a torso, legs, arms, and head. By winding cloth and yarn around the frame, the artisans give the doll shape. They use scraps of traditional woven fabric to make the doll costumes and wind more yarn to create the head, hair, feet and hands. Sometimes, they add a tiny woven basket or other traditional implements. Finally, they place a set of 6-8 dolls in tiny wooden boxes or cloth pouches for sale.

The indigenous people from the Highlands in Guatemala created Worry Dolls many generations ago as a remedy for worrying. According to the Mayan legend, when worrying keeps a person awake, he or she tells a worry to as many dolls as necessary. Then the worrier places the dolls under his or her pillow. The dolls take over the worrying for the person who then sleeps peacefully through the night. When morning breaks, the person awakens without the worries that the dolls took away during the night.

A variation of the legend instructs a person to tell the dolls her worries then place them in their cloth pouch or wooden box before going to bed.


2015

Last stretch of March ... i know what's gonna happen next. This would be my nth practice. I failed miserably on the first ones. I hope I make it this time. Or pasalamat na kaya ako in advance --- salamat sa early birthday gift :)) ... or yung January na pala yung gift as in ganun ka prompt ... 



Tonight






Credits:

All about The Legend  - http://www.tc.umn.edu/~mcdo0151/legend.html
For this Worrier's Guatemalan Doll - http://www.ebay.ph/cln/lovelace1970/for-my-little-ones/156805390014

Travelogue: my 44th bday @ Pinakbet Country (Sub titled: Kabitenya in Ilocandia) :))



Some very very late posting.  I felt the urge of posting this one in Facebook, and in here, may be because, my next birthday is in already the air, and my draft folders  everywhere have been collecting dusts lately, and and it's persecution for a writer to go through another cold, dry spell.   This is my way of breakin' it.  :)

I didn't like it but I needed to, you know, .... fly all the way to Ilocos, and spend my birthday away. Some of my time spent quietly in my hotel room, watching movies, reading, online, offline.  I turned down invitations to drink, and go swimming.  Out of my room, I was working.  Out of my room, and not working, I tried to enjoy Ilocos.  Here ...



Vigan for Vintage

Vigan tee for my baby ... she collects 'em.

1st stop after lunch at Herencia Cafe which served us Pinakbet Pizza ( my goodness) 


Everybody else went inside the church ... I went ghost hunting lol


a quiet spot @ Hotel Luna

Hotel Luna arts

breakfast table for one :)

♥vintage life 

                      ♥brick walls
"Wish denied!" sabi ni Buddha 


i've been wanting to have something like this in my little garden ... or may be a bird bath made of clay pots ...

ala Angels Knoll only lonelier 

kinks ;-)

sa may batuhan :)

walking on cobblestones

Vigan nights

lights on!

Was that Johnny Moon?

something about murals ... they're like colored puzzles to me ...

Mr. Marcos lookin snappy in this portrait

... so the story of butong pakwan in the life of a Madame :)

may ganito pa ba sa public grade schools? 


MB turning orange smile emoticon




plated up

photo murals I think this was somewhere behind the Museum

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Facebook March 2015

Its not easy to go back. But i still tried as i was getting bored with the long bus ride home.  There was no special moment at all just me fighting boredom as I struggle in finding  the courage to go back.

Now, here's the inevitable each time I activate my FB account.

I get bombarded by a barrage of memories of you, of us. Nah not the bad ones, but our sweet fun funny endearing and, intimate memories.

Going back to Facebook gives me that feeling of wanting you and what i thought i had with you even for a brief period of time.   I miss our marathon conversations, successfully overcoming distance and time difference. Until this very day, as i think of you, i am certain that you are still my most favorite person to talk to. I thinks it's not fair , but very accurate to say that i've deliberately wasted time trying to be  affectionate with other men, some of them were old acquiantances, one was my bestfriend ... hoping that anything  will come close to what i had with you.  Or may be nearer to my idea of you, my concept of us.  the effort to feign it made the difference between them and you more obvious.  Instead, it throws me back to my own puddle of realities.  It breaks me to see how far we've  gone with our separate lives, and how long  4 years went like it was another 30 years or more.

Going back to Facebook is like chocolates and cigarettes and all the many bad things my doctor asked me to avoid. Coming back is too tempting, too strong for me to resist checking on you. So i would, like a crazy fool, and so i did,  like a silly girl.   I was  happy  to see an old picture of you in the cover photo.  I've never forgotten your silhouette.  I remember clearly that gaze i mistaken to be of a man genuinely in love with me, and your lips i really thought i could  kiss one day, and your cheeks  with that trademark mole which first stole my attention in 6th grade.  then it was  cute, now to me it's sexy.  :-).  And i did, yes i did feel the joy in your heart in those pictures.  How proud you are with your wife.   and your sons not little boys anymore.  And a new baby.  I  wish i have that life, too, with you.  But i'm not her, so ...

But this time  all that  doesnt matter.  Facebook makes me remember my journey with you.  The way you call me honey, reverberated and  made my knees weak.  Youd tell me you love and that was it, i melted away.   We did agree, yes, that the best sex is always with the one you love.  And each time we did, you'd bring me to a place I always wanted to stay and spend blitzkrieg makin' luv with you.  Both Taurus, we are each others equal when it comes to sex as we are with our sense of humor.

If you lied to me. If you loved me or not. Or if you love her more.  If didnt matter.    Years passed and its was  unnecessary to understand all the reasons why you left me hanging and clueless the time i needed you (and my daughter) most,  why you cursed my friends, and pretended you didnt know about me, why you eventually dumped me ,,,, why you said things you didn't mean ... why you made promises you did not intend to keep ... etc etc


... but that day i came back ... our memories got me ... they were too good, and beautiful and happy ... and may be that's why it hurts.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Bumpin' ;-)

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But I got a BLANK SPACE baby, And I'll write your name ;-)

blogspot acting up ... and a bit fickle minded on what they want to do with their Adult Content Policy ... their March 28 deadline was too upfront, it got me uncomfortable (though not guilty ;-) ) and got me thinking "wordpress" or just anythin any place to migrate all my online musings.

but then i wasn't alone, hehe other bloggers ganged up on Google so there ...  a public retraction was issued.

and and ... jusz too many web crawlers and google bots in here ... I'm sick and tired and totally pissed!

Thank God for March 1, but I'm officially hatin' March anyway.  Bring it on!  Makes me don't want to believe you more if you don't!

for now,while I struggle to write ala Marcelo Santos III ;-) ... and  http://irmavanta.tumblr.com  successfully gettin my attention ... I am with deep regret entering this zone again ...








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