Coz When I’m Bad, I’m So So Bad

Flipping through a Smile magazine while out having a Mocha Frost in Figaro at The Brick Road, resting from another shopping expedition for the Christmas tree project, a Donna Summer song blasting out of the speakers from an aerobics workout at the gym on the second floor, I thought about how long it has been since I last was on an airplane. I miss traveling.  I think it won’t be long now before I could [probably] go out on a trip by myself. The question is more like whether I would want to. I would probably have a really hard time sleeping even for one night without my daughter.

The Christmas tree project is turning out to be an expensive one. I have never made one myself and all on my own and I wouldn’t still, if only I didn’t have a daughter who deserves a Christmas tree for her first ever Christmas. It’s my first Christmas tree too and I am learning a lot. Next year  I think I will start conceptualizing months ahead and maybe cut down on costs by making the ornaments myself. It would also be a great activity for Lia and me.  Decorating for Christmas is just really expensive. The six-foot tree is now worth P5,500. I can’t say I’m too happy about that.

The past days I have been spending money like I make any. I spent two thousand on shoes though I can hardly be blamed for that. I have not bought a pair of shoes in two years and I had to throw out almost half of the few pairs I own in the aftermath of Typhoon Ondoy. I have been mostly hoarding scrapbooking stuff for the baby’s scrapbook – and buying clothes, like I have opportunities for wearing them as I probably go out like once a week. Hah-hah-hah! I went crazy at the bazaar last night. I can’t seem to get enough of dresses and cool t-shirts.

2010 seems like a promising year. I have lots in line for next year. That’s something since I spent the past years not knowing what I should and will be doing. I am excited about 2010.

I have to put a stop to this endless spending. It’s not like I make money myself. At least today seemed like a productive day. I still have the Donna Summer song playing in my head and totally feeling it too. I have been really bad with all this procrastination and now I’m really bad with all this shopping, valid excuses or not.

This song is making me want to take up aerobics too. That is just so so bad.

I Need Some Serious Time Management Skills

Seriously, I have got to start making a schedule, writing down a to-do list, sticking it up on a cork board or my work wall and crossing out the finished tasks. Wait, I have not set up my work wall or my work area in the first place yet. I have an actual work room. Our apartment has two bedrooms on the second floor. One is the bedroom where all three of us sleep and across the hallway is another room that doesn’t have a bed and instead has my shelves, baskets, books, closets with my clothes, shoes and bags – and my work table set up against the window. It used to have a sofa that became a repository for all my what-nots and which I decided to just haul down the stairs into the living room for visitors to use. Until of course, Typhoon Ondoy came and it floated to the ceiling. Now the sofa is sitting on the garage, which is empty by the way since the car is still somewhere in Manila where mechanics are trying to fix it. Oh I should mention some person has started to demand that we pay a parking fee since it has been there sooo long. Can I just say that we have a very empty garage here at home and if it has been up to us, we would have so loved to have the car back like a month and a half ago. Anyway, since the maid came to live with us, she has her stuff in my work room and she sleeps there too. We don’t have an extra room for her downstairs. My room has been the baby’s play area during the day too. That leaves me to work on the floor in the bedroom or in the living room. I seriously need a work room or even just a work corner where I can “work” properly. What work, one would probably ask. Gosh, I think I am neck-deep in unfinished tasks, I can hardly believe it myself.

This evening as we were dining out in some Italian resto in Rockwell, I realized how much work I have to do and that I have to start making a schedule and that I have to manage my time now. Kind of ironic since in the eyes of everybody, I am just a housewife and a mom. What people do not know is that I have another website that I own, awaiting content, empty for the last five months. I have other blogs and sites I have to write content for. I have to set up other sites too. And those are of course, in addition to my being on Facebook, Multiply.. and um, yeah, Friendster. I happen to love my Friendster blog. It’s the oldest blog I have.

I have to go back and work on my graduate studies too. Yes, thesis, thesis and thesis. This semester I signed up for residency with library privileges so I can work on my thesis writing – which I hope I can formally start by first semester of 2010. My goal is to graduate in 2011. Then, maybe, just maybe, I would still want to pursue my Ph.D. in Media, Technology and Society.

I’ve got unfinished short stories and plays. The wonderful play that I wrote back in 2007, one that I am immensely proud of, has to be re-written, more like re-adjusted so I can (finally) submit it to some award giving body.

And of course, since I am a mother, I have to finish the baby scrapbook, the Christmas tree, the Christmas list and the Christmas postcard. Oh darn, I was asked tonight if we are moving out into a new apartment by first quarter next year. That means more things to do. *straight face*

Yesterday I finally made it out the house to look for a dressmaker. I have to have a dress made for my friend May’s wedding next month. I am quite ecstatic in having found a dressmaker here in the village. Sure, labor cost start at P1,500 but I thought that I am paying more for the convenience. I could look for another dressmaker some place else, cheaper of course, but the idea of taking cabs to get there for fittings plus the amount of time I will spend makes me absolutely sure getting someone within walking distance from my house is worth it.

While I am on the subject, we chose to have this dress’s design made, with some adjustments of course.

Urban Jungle Dress for $99.99 at www.modcloth.com

Urban Jungle Dress for $99.99 at www.modcloth.com

I am very excited. It was fun to have my measurements taken hah-hah-hah. It’s at 33-24-34. *big eyes* It used to be 31-24-33… I should definitely not be complaining. I suppose this is one of the perks of becoming a mom(?!). *straight face*

I had wanted that ice cream dress copied, complete with the malandi flowers and beads, but the dressmaker said the cloth had to be taffeta for that to work. No matter. Maybe on the next wedding? Hah-hah-hah!

Gosh, I am gushing. My head is all a-buzz I suppose. Blame it on that bazaar I just came from. I will write all about it tomorrow. I have to upload the photos on my Flickr first and I seriously need a good internet connection for that. What I wouldn’t give for a 25mbps connection right now, like the one Ryan had in Kyoto. *straight face*

I have not even managed to upload the Pangasinan photos I have. Those were taken way back in February! My gash, why is my internet soooo slow? I would have more time for other things if I didn’t have to upload photos one by one. Seriously. So much to do, so little time.

As a post-script, I should stop playing Zynga games on Facebook…. *real straight face*

The Hoarded Ondoy Relief Goods Issue

The image that made its rounds on the social networks October 23 onwards

The image that made its rounds on the social networks October 23 onwards

I wanted to repost this immediately after I first learned about it through Twitter and read about it on the Gang Badoy Multiply site three days ago. After all, the first sentences did say please help in spreading the word. I decided to hold back because for all I know it might be some hoax like that Jacque Bermejo issue and the last thing I wanted was to take part in the proliferation of something untrue (especially when most times I just want to live high and take it easy hah-hah-hah!).

PrintScreen of Gang Badoy's blog on Ella's Blog

PrintScreen of Gang Badoy's blog on Ella's Blog

Because Ella’s site was blocked or down, the post made its rounds through a re-post on Jenni Epperson’s Multiply site.

PrintScreen of Jenni Epperson site on Multiply

PrintScreen of Jenni Epperson site on Multiply

Today I decided to post about it because Manuel Quezon III also made a post on it, along with some updates.

PrintScreen of Manuel Quezon III's Oct 23 post

PrintScreen of Manuel Quezon III's Oct 23 post

And finally, Ella’s site is back up and she had this to say…

Ella's Last Stand on the Issue - October 25, 2009

Ella's Last Stand on the Issue - October 25, 2009

And I quote the following:

My blog can no longer handle the amount of traffic coming in every hour. I’ve already allowed all comments with no moderation, however, it is still experiencing glitches…

…There is no malicious intent on my part with regards to the management of the technical side of this blog nor is there any government conspiracy going on. No one is trying to block the blog or silence anything. This is simply a matter of capacity overload.

Everyone has seen and heard what I had to say. All I did was ask the right questions that sparked a controversy….

…I am neither the hero nor the villain here. I am just a blogger who wanted to know what’s going on. I did not accuse anyone of hoarding. …

…All that I ask is for people to take their part in this issue: volunteers. DSWD, and myself. Wherever you fall in this category, do your part. I am not the issue. DSWD has a problem deploying relief goods. I know each of us have our own stand regarding this situation. Don’t let this cloud your judgment of anything other than what’s important — getting the right help to the people that need it most.

To read the entire post, click here to go directly to Ella’s site.

As for my take on this issue, I am both saddened and gladdened by this. It was sad to see all those relief goods stored in warehouses instead of being distributed to those who need them. It is understandable that a lot of people were angered. I was myself. That was just unacceptable. A lot of people commented on the possibility of these goods being distributed during the campaign period, with the names of various politicians stamped/taped on it, and knowing how corrupt our politicians are was not really unlikely. I have and will always hate politicians and politics. (But yes, I will make it a point to fly to El Nido to vote. I will not even attempt to comment on Erap’s supposed bid for [yet another] presidential seat).

On the other hand, I am glad that this problem had been “exposed”. Now things are being done to address the problem, or at least I hope so. I am glad that people are now more vigilant of things like these. I only wish the Filipinos in general would not only be vigilant but also smart. (I swear if Erap still gets votes and [God-forbid] wins, damn this country and its citizens to hell).

Sometimes it is good NOT to forget. Learn from the past people and do not make the same mistakes. More importantly, do not keep on making these mistakes again and again and again and again. Kamown!

Meiday! Meiday! Presents Cubao History X

Free admission to Cubao History X but do donate!

October 10 at the Junkie Shop, Cubao Expo

Poster grabbed from Ava Paguyo’s Multiply site.

Reposting this from the Facebook page:

If you haven’t heard of Meiday! Meiday!, it’s either you’re old, not in Facebook, or dead.

Meiday, as it is called by its regular partyphiles, is a sort of Woodstock Pinoy version, which features the local scene’s most in-demand bands, as well as upcoming bands that prove original Pinoy music’s demise is far from being witnessed by this generation. It’s the brainchild of Mei Bastes, who takes care of the nitty-gritty: from booking bands, to renting equipment, producing shirts, contacting sponsors and hosting the big night.

Friends help out, in ways they can: bands agree to play sans TF, graphic artists create posters, those who have ready equipment agree to lend and those with the gift of gab agree to co-host.

With the fifteen Meiday events in the past, an evident sense of camaraderie has already been established.

There is a sense of communal effort in every Meiday.

It unites different players from the various scenes of Manila youth –hipsters, skaters, artists, photographers, models, musicians, pop stars, cineastes, writers, and even your occasional corporate types taking a breather from their polo shirts and ties. A typical Meiday night offers an amalgam of sights and sounds—taste, too if you’re into that kind of thing. Curious high school kids on sembreak, shutterbugs on the prowl for their muses, fashionistas displaying their latest ensemble, graffiti artists beautifying a bare wall, audiophiles head-bobbing or dancing to their favourite band—every nook and cranny in a Meiday event presents a variety of reflections and expressions about today’s creative minds.

Best of all—it’s free. The underground community’s biggest party for the last two years doesn’t require its partygoers anything, but to have fun, in a non-havoc wreaking way. It’s giving the finger to pay-to-play prods; an up yours to those money-mooching events that require performers to shell out money for a few minutes’ worth of spotlight. Meiday is the new venue for that, and what a great alternative it is, given the broad reach this monthly production has acquired through word-of-mouth, blogs and Facebook posts. The moral of the story: if you can’t join ‘em, make ‘em join you.

Ultimately, Meiday is really just a great party for friends, by friends, and with friends.


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In the aftermath of the Typhoon Ondoy, this event has been renamed:

Relief Drive for the Ondoy victims

Relief Drive for the Ondoy victims

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT!
ITS MEIDAY! MEIDAY!

RELIEF DRIVE FOR THE ONDOY VICTIMS! you can help by donating relief goods such as canned goods, bottled water, clothes, blankets, and basic medicines. OCTOBER 10, 2009 CUBAO EXPO.
poster by http://everywhereweshoot.com

feat:
SANDWICH
PEDICAB
ZACH AND THE ACTION PACT
TOPJUNK
COFFEEBREAK ISLAND
FILTER FILTER
LADY I
THE CAMERAWALLS
MISYONARYO
THE DISCOBALL
GINILING FESTIVAL
PERYODIKO
TECHY ROMANTICS
BEEYES
SUNFLOWER DAY CAMP

Visit their Facebook page to become a fan.

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I am hoping we could come. My apologies for the second poster. The one on Facebook was too small. I had to resize it and thus the poor resolution.


The Ondoy Typhoon Experience that Baby Will Not, Sadly, Remember

On the wee hours of the morning of September 26, I couldn’t sleep. Nick and I were chatting about nothing in particular, although we were bantering on Facebook about the the PAG-ASA website, which was triggered by my post on the satellite image of the big blob over the Philippine archipelago that was Typhoon Ondoy. Turns out, I couldn’t sleep because I was worried about the typhoon although it seemed like no one else was. I even woke Ryan up at 2am to show him the satellite image, and he said, “Huhhhh? Whaaaa…? Uh, okay….” Zzzzzzz. Exhausted and sleepy he was after drinking all night with his friends in Eastwood. I kept thinking that it had not stopped raining all night.

10:30 am September 26, 2009

Lia woke me up the usual way, “I want to play Mama…” Ryan came into the bedroom, after just having had coffee in the garage. The three of us played, with the baby rolling and creeping around on the bed, such is the usual activity on a Saturday morning.

11:00 am

All three of us went downstairs to hear Siony telling us, with a little bit of panic in her voice, “Water is coming up from the kitchen out back and from the drainage in the bathroom.” We went to the garage and true enough, water was coming up from the streets. I told Siony to tell the landlady next door that water was coming in into the house from out the back. She came back to tell us that they told her, “Sa amin rin!”

We started moving things from the floor starting with the carpet. We started moving everything on the floor to the second floor. I took out my camera to start documenting.

12:15 pm

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Kitchen

The water was steadily rising. Ryan started putting other things, like the sofa bed and the sofa, on top of chairs.

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Living room

We went out to hang out in the garage, to look at how things are progressing and the water was to our knees.

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Garage gate from the inside

I went out into the street to see our car half-submerged.

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Car parked half on the sidewalk and half on the street

It was too late now to bring it to higher ground. Unlike the neighbor’s Isuzu Trooper which the neighbor frantically drove to the end of the street and parked onto another neighbor’s garage entry which was a little higher than the street.

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Isuzu Trooper on the driveway at the end of the street

Standing under an umbrella, I caught a glimpse of a man walking at the corner of ours and the main streets in waist-deep water. We were horrified. We hastily had lunch, still sitting on the dining chairs, taking turns as the table was half-filled with things taken out of the refrigerator. We already shut the main power off.

2:15 pm

The water was almost waist-deep inside the house, deeper out in the garage, even deeper out in the street and deepest at the corner of Bonn and Soliven Streets.

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No more sitting for tonight's dinner eh?

4:05pm

We were having a bit of a rest from all the carrying and moving stuff up the stairs and hanging out in the garage.

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At least the water is not murky?

Our landlady said, “Iniwan ko yung kotse ko sa opisina. Lumangoy ako pauwi. Yang pagkalubog ng kotse mo, marami pa sa labas na mas lubog pa. Bumili na nga ako ng salba-bida para lang makauwi!” I went out in the street to look at the car and the street. Not a car in the street, except ours.

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Nor is there any current...

I felt really bad for ours.

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Too late now for the stuff inside the car

Then after a few minutes, our landlady came out to check on the neighbor across the street. Dala niya ang kanyang dolphin. Hahaha.

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Overheard the next day: Landlady talking to man on phone for a rescue: "Ano?! Pabibilhin mo pa ako ng trak?! Eh bumili na nga ako ng dolphin!"

5:30pm

With the remaining light and whatever resources were still downstairs, we cooked dinner, cleaned and sterilized baby’s bottles and prepared for the night. We had dinner on makeshift tables on the second floor hallway. Prepared the second-floor balcony as a makeshift kitchen and bathroom. Lia had been amazingly calm the entire time. I suppose, so were we.

7:00pm

We prepared to sleep for the night. Water was still steadily rising and was past the dining table.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Ryan had moved the refrigerator on top of the table. The sofas were moved on top of chairs that were on top of chairs.

10:00pm

It was still raining and water was still rising.

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...Who's the sturdiest of them all?

We watched how the staircase steps steadily disappeared under the water. We hoped for the best and went back to sleep.

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Row, row, row your sofa.. gently down the flood...

2:00am September 27, 2009

We have been fanning the baby to keep her cool as it was hot and humid in the bedroom. She woke up nevertheless for a bit of play time. It had stopped raining at least. I went downstairs to check on the water and it was the deepest yet. The refrigerator on top of the kitchen sink was floating, and so was the sofa. The light switches on the wall had completely disappeared under the water. I was too tired to take a photo. Of course now I wish I did. I remember jokingly telling Ryan, “Isuot mo na yang snorkel and fins mo, check mo kung andiyan pa kotse mo sa labas!”

6:15am

I woke up four hours later and the water was going down. I could see the light switches again.

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Inabot rin ng umaga

Through the windows, I could see the rays of sunshine coming in. Sunlight reflected on the mirror on the wall and on the water. It was going to be a sunny day.

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Sun shines after the rain

We had breakfast, whatever was left from last night and some canned food.

9:00am

Ryan was out on the roof. I joined him to take a look at our neighbors. We walked on the fast-becoming hot tin roof of the neighbor at the back, which was accessible to us by way of the fire exit. Some residents in the neighboring village were wading in the flood with whatever belongings they could carry.

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Neighboring village

On the street in front of our house, we caught a glimpse of a sandwich walking above the flood, oh no, it was being held by a hand right above the water. Some one must sure be hungry.

The a flock of birds started circling above the muddy waters at the border of our village and the next.

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Hope

I went downstairs to check on the water. I still had not ventured to wade in the water because I have a baby who is breastfed and tap water was running out. I could not afford a bath. Uh no, we didn’t even have a bathroom.

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Receding but very slowly

Some neighbors without second floors spent the night on their roofs. The night before, we were kept awake by the whimpers and howls of dogs that were drowning in the flood. It was hard to sleep with thoughts of poor little animals dying.

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Camping on the roof

Globe cellular signal disappeared the day before. We were using my Sun celullar number to keep in touch, though not without problems. Though I could receive text messages and could even at times be called, I was unable to send text messages. We made use of the internet and whatever battery life was left on the laptop.

11:30am
We had an early lunch. Some canned tuna and rice that was cooked the day before, before the water made the LPG tank float and before we had to evacuate the gas burners to the second floor. The balcony on the second floor was too small for us to be able to cook anything. Still, there was enough food for all three of us. We all took to napping right after lunch. My brother Carmelo was texting to ask how we are and that he was coming over. I could not reply back.

2:00pm
We woke up to see my brother standing in the doorway of the bedroom, soaked all the way up to his chest, holding plastic bags with red Jollibee printed on them. He brought us food and a lot of stories. He said the deepest flood water he had to wade through was at the corner of our street.. but that at the village gate, water was just about waist-deep. He said people out in the flood were asking him, “Jollibee delivery? Jollibee delivery? Bukas ang Jollibee?!” And he said, “Uh yeah, bukas. Dun sa C-5.”

4:00pm
Carmelo asked us how he could help. We told him we were okay staying at our place. He offered to buy us supplies. We asked him to get us more water for the baby and some candles. We told him to bring the baby’s bathtub to help him carry stuff. The water was slowly receding and we could see the mud settling on the walls and surfaces slowly being exposed. It was a good time to start cleaning. Baby refused to stay upstairs in the bedroom while we splashed and cleaned around. She wanted to stay in the staircase and watch. Interesting she must’ve thought.

6:00pm
Ryan’s parents arrived on a rubber boat for which they paid P200 to ferry them from the village gate to ours. They brought food but forgot to bring us some candles. They thought of staying the night but we told them there wasn’t any space. They asked the enterprising boatmen to pick them up again after an hour and a half.

7:00pm
We were getting worried about my brother. We thought he was taking so long just to buy water and candles. He arrived shortly bearing three 5-gallon bottles of water in his bathtub. He told us candles were all sold out everywhere and that he had to plead his way into a closed 7-Eleven with almost-empty shelves to get the water. He told the guard he needed the water for the baby. The guard took a look at his bright blue bathtub and let him in. Upon leaving, he was told, “Please don’t tell anyone you got the water here. Maraming gumagaya eh.” He laughed when he told us how embarrassing it was to lug the bath tub around in Amang Rodriguez Avenue where there was absolutely no water but that the bath tub was very helpful in getting inside 7-Eleven and carrying three 5-gallon bottles of water in the flood. Sabi sa kanya ng mga nasasalubong niya, looking at bathtub floating in the flood water, “Wow, okay yan ah!” Sabi namin sa kanya, “Sikat ka na ano? Sikat! Bida na ang bathtub mo. Hehehe.”

8:00pm
Ryan’s parents and my brother all left at about quarter to eight. We were left wondering to ourselves. Ryan’s friends/officemates arrived shortly and found us trying to catch a big, bright colorful koi out in the garage. They had brought a car with them, which was parked out in the basketball court where there wasn’t any water anymore. We thought they were just visiting too like Ryan’s parents and offered them softdrinks. Hahaha. Apparently, they had come to take us to Eastwood where one of the office’s condo was waiting for us. We really didn’t want to leave because we were fine where we were but we were all in need of a bath, use of a bathroom and it was getting generally stinky. They said the water was only deepest at the corner of our street and the main street, but that in there, it was about waist-deep and shallower in other areas. We decided to make a go for it. If only for a little respite.

We packed things enough for an overnight’s stay, made sure baby was comfy and warm and waded out. We wanted to lock the house but was unable to do so because the door wouldn’t close. The wood had expanded and did not fit into the doorway anymore. Afraid of looting, we stored our valuables in one bedroom and locked the bedroom. There was no other way.

I remember walking in the dark, in the flood waters, looking at baby. Ryan, being the tallest of the group, had her in his arms. She was really calm. Just curiously looking at everything. We were telling her, “Look baby! What an experience! Your first flood! So sad you won’t remember it though.”

11:00pm
We were finally able to shower, get into fresh clothes and have some hot food. We were quite exhausted. We spent some time having hot pizza in Eastwood.

Ryan came back with Siony the next afternoon to clean up while I stayed in the condo to take care of the baby. Power was back up by about seven in the evening Monday night and we were back in our own already-clean home, with running water and electricity by about midnight. Lia especially missed our house.

In the neighborhood, we are actually considered lucky. We finished cleaning the house ahead of the others. We did not lose a lot of things. Maybe because we did not have a lot of things to begin with. We did not lose our dog. My brother said jokingly, “In your dog-loving community, those who have dogs who died are being ostracized.” Our only major damage, aside from the broken dryer and the soaked sofa, is the car. The car is now in some shop somewhere. We don’t know when we will get it back or how much we will have to spend on repairs. Well, at least it’s still intact.

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