tanned and happy in bora
she's fearless! yes, she's floating in the middle of the ocean
and didn't want Dad to hold her.
who cares if i'm swimming? i want my milk!
my rantings and ramblings about life, love, passions, parenting and everything in between
I remember waking up to the loud sound of choppers flying over the UP Diliman campus when I was 17. I was a dormer in Kalayaan (which literally means "freedom" -- with a name like this, it's ironic that we never had much freedom there... but that's another story), a kid fresh out of high school who was all alone in the City of Man (as in Man[ila], as a friend used to call it). All of us in the girl's wing on the 3rd floor jumped out of our beds and images of Idi Amin and Hitler flashed before my eyes. "Coup d'état!" was heard reverberating through the hallways and although we knew how grave the situation was, we were all thinking of the same thing -- classes were suspended! Yipee! (That was how young and stupid we were -- anything to get us out of Math 1.)
Gawd, the embarrassment. One man's stupidity is everybody's shame. They're all a bunch of cuckoos if you ask me -- from Trillanes to GMA and her minions. EDSA can never be repeated. Let's leave it at that.
There are just days when you just want to sulk and vegetate. Ah, the blahs. Today is just one of those days when both the weather and my hair refused to cooperate. A typhoon was supposed to hit this side of the pacific, but fortunately, it decided to go some place else. My 2nd grader whooped with joy of course, because classes were suspended. Genius me didn't even bother to call the school, so I drove all the way to Assumption braving the blasted rain, traffic, mud, and potholes only to be told to go home by the guard.
To add to my agitated state, my kid's barber also didn't show up at the appointed time and I had to entrust my son's hair to some stranger who apparently had a deep affinity for his electric shaver. My son was looking at me with panic-stricken eyes when Barber X almost zinged his left ear. It wasn't entirely a disaster, Zak didn't lose any of his vital external organs or anything (or I would have shaved X's head and pounded him with the razor) but I know his hair would have been cut better if his old barber did it. The thing is, I just wanted him to look neat and handsome for his Holy Communion this weekend.
Gosh, how time flies. 8 years ago I was deciding whether I'd let the doctors do a circumcision just a day after I gave birth to him (so sue me I did let them do it. I blame it on the epidural still muddling my brains at that time. But I know he'll thank me someday for that for sparing him the agony and the embarrassment...) and now Brends and I are attending spiritual enrichment seminars for parents. Ah, parenthood. I get warm fuzzy feelings just thinking about my kids.
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