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I Can’t Stop Crying

Posted in family, My Baby and Me on February 13, 2011 by hangingbridge

The baptism was a disaster.

First of all, it was not my idea to have my kid baptized yet even though everyone keeps telling me that kids her age should have already been baptized.  She is 2 months old, by the way. 

I don’t conforme.  And I don’t care what tradition says.  I would like to get my daughter baptize when I feel it is time to have her baptized. 

But the elders are so annoyingly persistent that I have to agree eventually so that they can stop bugging me about it.  They keep saying that my kid may easily get “sick” and may be prone to “usog”  if I don’t have her baptized soon.  I have an entirely different belief about all of this but they just wouldn’t stop. 

Some people think they can just impose what they want on others.  It’s annoying and rude – especially when they’re not related to you. 

There’s this person who is a family friend who has been the root cause of all this.  She thinks she just can bully anyone with her beliefs.  I have been very polite but this is the last straw.  I am never going to talk to her again. 

Here’s what happened:

I wanted to have my kid baptized with both parents present.  That means me and Via’s papa.  That is why I kept putting the baptism on hold because we wanted to plan it ourselves. 

And here comes the worm who keeps crawling and interfering into our family.  She’s brainwashing my parents to get my daughter baptized as soon as possible as if it was a national emergency.  I told her my concern that Via’s papa may not be allowed to attend if my parents were to shoulder the baptism.  I told her and everyone else, including my mother, that I will only allow it if it’s OKAY to have my boyfriend attend the ceremony. 

When they said yes, I wonder if they knew the meaning of “okay” because in my mind, “okay” means there wouldn’t be any “pabigat sa loob nila” if Via’s papa was to attend.  I didn’t want to impose on my parents.  If they don’t want my boyfriend within hearing, smelling or seeing range, then I won’t have this baptism take place because we are in no rush!

So I thought all along that it was really okay with my parents.  So in a week’s time, my mother and I planned the baptism of my daughter while Via’s papa had the documents ready – birth certificate and permission from her parish.

S0 yesterday came. 

Via’s papa, upon reaching the church, saw my father and approached him to pay respects by making “mano“.  But my father took his hand away and told my bf something only a “matapobre” would say.  I have not known my father as such.  I knew he is a good person but this time, I thought otherwise.  I let it pass that time. 

When the ceremony was about to start, my parents walked out just because they saw my boyfriend carrying our baby.  It seemed to me that they walked out on my Via.  I wanted to take my baby out of the church by that time.  But thinking about the guests and the fact that I don’t want them to know what’s going on, I decided to endure the whole thing.  But tears were building up until I couldn’t contain them anymore.  I was wiping my tears just so no one would notice.  But my bestfriend, her husband and my bf noted that I was already crying. My back was turned to the other godparents and guests so they didn’t notice that I felt tortured at the moment. 

I thought that walking out on my anak during her baptism was the last straw.  I couldn’t understand why they have to lie to me about my boyfriend joining the ceremony being okay.  They could just have told the truth that it wasn’t and we wouldn’t be there in the first place.  It wouldn’t really matter to us anyway, if may anak would already be able to sit when she gets baptized.  Or it wouldn’t really matter if my bf and I were the only people when my Via gets baptized.  We really don’t need the luncheon after. 

Another terrible thing was my cousin, probably upon my mother’s orders, kept getting my daughter from my bf’s arms.  And when the ceremony was over, my cousin took my daughter and ran out of the church.  When I saw that, I really got mad and ran after her.  My mother was gesturing our driver to get the van quick.  I felt they wanted to get Via away. 

I am so mad thinking about it right now. How dare they take away my baby without permission?!  Sobrang galit ko kahapon.  I got my baby and got into the van myself.  And then I couldn’t contain it anymore.  I got, least to say, hysterical.  I was screaming at everyone who came near me and my baby.  I don’t know what came over me but I was screaming like I had Tourette’s syndrome.  All I remember were the words “Leche kayo”.  If the priest witnessed that scene, he would have fetched a liter of that holy water and poured them over me. 

They keep taking away my baby from me and her father.  Gusto ko talaga magwala pero sa sasakyan ko nalang binuhos.  I knew people can hear me scream inside the van only after it transpired but even so, I didn’t regret it one bit.

I keep telling everyone to get off the van because my baby and I were going straight home.  But them people insisted on staying inside to drive off for lunch to celebrate.  What the heck?  Can’t they sense that I’m in no mood for food that time? (One of those rare occasions)

When we reached the place where everyone was supposed to celebrate the Christening, I told everyone to go inside and that we will follow suit.  I was about to ask our driver to drive Via, Yaya and me back home when I saw a couple of my friends go inside the restaurant.  I did a double take.  I’m not hysterical enough to abandon people who I invited in the first place.  Medyo nakakahiya.  Parang natauhan ako bigla na there are other people here that I also need to attend to.  So I have to put peace and quiet on hold for another hour or so. 

During lunch, I stayed in the other function room away from my parents and the rest of my relatives.  I had friends with me who weren’t there during the baptism and therefore, had no idea what happened. 

… I was able to compose myself enough to smile in pictures and people who had nothing to do with how disastrous this supposed-to-be special day was.

… Also, Via’s father decided not to attend the luncheon and I also thought it was for the best.

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At Home In Tagaytay

Posted in family on January 31, 2011 by hangingbridge

Family weekend in Tagaytay along with some of our relatives. 

Note: Photos in Black and White and Sepia are taken from my camera phone.  The colored ones are mostly from a handy camera.

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Party at Home

Posted in family on January 22, 2011 by hangingbridge

My brother’s birthday was a few days ago.  And he decides to celebrate it tonight.  He invited his friends over and had a party at the lanai on the ground floor right below my bedroom. 

Earlier, I thought that it was going to be some kiddie party and that it was going to be finished early this evening.  The spaghetti they were serving the guests made me think that.  If I knew that they were also serving beer, I could have braced myself.

They sure are a rowdy bunch.  I forgot that my brother just turned 20 and not 2 years old.  How can I think that this is some kiddie party?  Well, it was the spaghetti that misled me to think it was. 

I lack sleep already and being rudely awaken by the happy cheering down below didn’t help at all.  I wanted to get mad but it was a birthday celebration.  (I’m sure the neighbors would like to do the same)

Mom told me earlier that they were all going to head to Eastwood eventually where they can continue to party.  So I called my brother on his cellphone and told him not to drive if he had something to drink.  There has already been so many accidents along Libis already and most of them ended tragically.  I don’t want it to happen to a family member of mine. 

Anyway, it’s now time for me to stand on my baby duty post so I don’t mind the noise at all anymore.  Although, my grandparents who are visiting and staying at the bedroom on the ground floor will surely mind.

New Year’s Eve Celebration 2011

Posted in family on January 2, 2011 by hangingbridge

Would you believe I didn’t saw any fireworks during New Year’s Eve?  But I heard a lot of them, loud and clear.  I spent the whole time inside the house while everyone had the chance to enjoy the smoke-filled air and grand pyrotechnic display in the night sky. 

Mommy, Momma, Via and Kuya Gab 🙂

Mommy called us to go downstairs quarter to midnight.  Via was sleeping the whole time.  And Gabino was running around the house and making a lot of noise of his own. 

My brother is missing in action... kasi nangangapitbahay.

 

My Via and Me - photo-op with the Christmas Tree

Almost all lights and the radio were switched on in order to scare the bad spirits away the whole year – if you believe any of that.

Taste test

I was waiting for midnight before eating dinner trying to build up my appetite.  Unfortunately, nothing appealed to me so I wasn’t able to eat besides the paella.

So madilaw... and look at the belly of the beast ahaha!

My goodness parang may jaundice kami ni Via.  Must be the lighting in the living room.

Gabino's scared of the fireworks

They all went up in the balcony to look at the fireworks at midnight.  Fifteen minutes after, Gabino went running down the stairs.  He was scared of the booming sounds of the fireworks.  Too bad.  I thought this was the time when he could really enjoy the fireworks display.

Mommy Daddy Tita Che and Gab

 

I'm wearing my bf's shirt he gave me last Christmas

Happy New Year Everyone. 
2011 better make up for 2010!

Keeping My Word

Posted in family, My Baby and Me on December 19, 2010 by hangingbridge

Okay here’s the thing.  Three weeks ago, when baby Via’s surname was still up for discussion, my mom and I agreed to three things.  One, my daughter will still have my surname since her father and I are still not yet married and because my side keep insisting that it should be so.  Two, that Via’s father will still have the right to provide for her and see her and act as her father.  Three, that we will be spending Christmas eve at OUR home and not in my parents’ home.  I agreed to the first and my mother agreed to the latter two. 

Here we were (my boyfriend and I), planning for our Christmas eve with our daughter when all along, my mother wasn’t planning to hold up her end of the bargain.  She just told the nurse this morning that someone still has to go on duty on the 24th.  I told her that we weren’t going to be here on the 24th because Via and I were leaving that day. 

The argument was short-lived.  Apparently, my mother along with my dad and sister were talking about it during breakfast awhile ago.  And the maid heard them talking.  According to the maid, it seems that my dad has given his go-signal.  (Thank you Lord for my father!) 

And so, the plan is under way.  I’m going to spend my first Christmas eve with my own family.

On the other hand, I’d really hate for my parents to think that I’m very ungrateful for all the help they have provided us.  I wanted to spend Christmas with the whole family but “whole family” to me now means it includes the father of my Via.  And my parents are going to blow their top off if  Via’s father goes as much as outside of our gates.  This is the only compromise I can think of in order to give in to everyone –  I’m not going to invite the Via’s father over for Christmas in order to respect my parents wishes; instead, Via and I are going to her father in our own home. 

So, hopefully, everyone will be happy. 

I sent a message to my mother yesterday saying “Sana sa 24 and 25, ceasefire muna”.  I hope she complies.  🙂

Gab at Age 2

Posted in family, food on November 15, 2010 by hangingbridge

My nephew has been attending playschool nearby.  He has been learning a lot of things.  I’m already amazed that he could already spell his name and read some 3-letter word.  He can even spell the word “green”.  He can even count to twenty already.  I’m not sure if it’s the i-Touch educational programs installed by his momma that he keeps playing over and over again.  I’m so proud of him like he was my own. 

Here are some of the projects he brought home:

He "prepared" himself a small bowl of spaghetti at school.

 

I ruined his witch cupcake 😦 I'm sorry Gab!

He brought home this cupcake where in there’s a green icing making up a witch’s face, a flat cookie and hershey’s kisses made up it’s hat.  Gab, according to the note, assembled the face and the hat over the already-baked cup of chocolate cake.  I asked his mom if I could eat some.  And before I knew it, I ruined the whole thing before remembering that I’m supposed to take a picture of it yet.  Therefore, this ruined cup of cake was the only thing left.  It was a cute project, take my word for it. 

If Gabino doesn't stop bringing home this goodies from school, you would think he enrolled in a cooking school.

 

Halloween decorated paper bag

 

Now, that looks like the work of a two year old.  🙂

Mommy Visits Me

Posted in family on November 6, 2010 by hangingbridge

Yesterday, my cousin/pregnant-woman-sitter had to go and stay out for the night to spend time with her family. I was left alone with the housemaid. My mother later that day, sent me a message that she will be spending the night here. I thought she was joining me for dinner so I asked the maid to cook for one more person.

We prepared mushroom and potato soup using Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom. The maid wanted to cook adobong pusit but I said, let’s cut the squid into rings and deep fry it with Crispy Fry so that we can enjoy some calamari for dinner.

My mom came in late. The maid and I were already hungry since we are used to eat dinner early. So, we had to eat ahead of my mom.

When my mom came, she told me she already ate and was really sleepy. She came during her bedtime. So she went ahead upstairs.

I told Dina, the maid to cook ham for breakfast and make sinangag rice using the left over pork adobo spiced with star anise.

I went up to join my mom in bed. She was already sleeping. I was awaken when she was placing a blanket over me which I had to remove up to my waist because I don’t want to sweat.

This morning, she scolded me why I wasn’t putting socks and pajamas when it was really cold in the room. I promised that I would do that tonight.

She got down for breakfast and I followed even if I haven’t taken a bath yet. (I take baths before I go down so that I could refrain from going up and down the stairs during the day.)

At last, my mom and I shared a meal. We enjoyed the ham and the sinangag today. She left after breakfast because she and my daddy had to go to church.

So now I’m left alone again to myself.