Afritada and Potato Salad

Father's day is fast approaching... Sunday it will be... What do we remember on this day?  Of course the obvious,  my father, our dad, daddy, tatay, ama, itay, popsy, or what ever you call your dad.  Most of us remember the father as in his physical self, but we must remember his works, his deeds and the good times both of you share.

My father's gone to heaven almost seven years now.  A sad chapter of our lives.  He was still young at 54 when that happened. But no one was to be blamed because maybe or just maybe it was meant to be.  

My father - Daddy as we call him was loving and took care of us his children when mom was abroad.  He was a house-band for sometime.  He woke up early, he did chores, he helped us with our assignment and he took care of our daily needs.  There are ups and downs in our lives but my dad didn't gave up.  

I remember when my dad scolded me, even spanked me when I don't want to go to school.  I was grade 3 then and was pencil pushing at Maryknoll College (Miriam College).  My school bus, california busliner, always fetch me at 5:30 a.m. and bring me home at 6:30 p.m.  That day I don't want to wake up for school so dad scolded me.  That was the first time.  The second and I think the last time was when I was in college... it was when daddy found out that dada (my hubby) and I were a couple.  

Bigote... gov... lito lapid... dins... dondi... that's friends call him... He is a master of everything... he kutingting all kinds of stuff... he is good in lettering... he draws... he's a good singer... he is the best cook... Nothing can replace his afritada and potato salad.  He is the best-est dad ever! 

How I miss my Dad so much. Happy father's day Daddy! I love you!

And happy father's day to all the fathers, soon to be dads and wanna be dads out there!

extra ordinary

I watched this docu at a ch11... I watched children being taught by a volunteer teacher.  She teaches these children every saturday. She teaches them to write and read without hesitation.  I envision myself doing that but I don't know how and where to start.

I really put my hands up whenever I see ordinary people help someone... To me these ordinary people are extra ordinary. They are simple yet they reach out.  They are poor yet they reach the poorest. They are nobody but to the people they helped they are somebody.  In filipino, nakakataba ng puso to hear or read people of this kind... How can I be like them? ... Maybe I have to start by renewing myself... by finding me.... looking inside me... inside my heart...

Eight...

As I flipped the pages of  kaeiro's baby book, I blankly stared at the wall and thought how time flies.

2001 when Da and I got married we didn't forced ourselves to have a baby yet.  We still are enjoying each others company as the two of us. We go out, go to different places, and is starting to build a solid foundation for our family.  In 2002,  I discovered that I was pregnant.  I go on with my usual life but a little more careful.  I still went to the mall, went to work, and even had an out of town vacation.

Nine months later, 13th of May 2003 at 8:30 in the morning to be exact, my precious angel came.  We named him DHANE KAEIRO RAMIREZ DELOS REYES. Whew... ang haba.  Can't shorten na the name eh.  It was submitted to the hospital and was typed on the birth certificate already. We really liked my angel's name. DHANE from the his dad's nickname Dhada and KAEIRO from the Cairo, Egypt but with a little twist.

When I first delivered my first child lots of thank you for God is what came out my mouth.  After a  five hour labor and delivery, I fell asleep. It was all worth it.  The stomach pain, the back aches... huh... all worth it! When I woke up I was in my room already.  Saw Kaeiro for the first time when we went to the NICU of Mary Mediatrix Medical Center in Lipa City.  When I saw him I knew he got my eyes and his lips is from his dad.  After a day and a half we went home.  Kaeiro was home.

Now, Kaeiro is 8 years old... a grade 3 student... a bright boy... is into computer... enjoys biking... loves to swim... adores Ben 10... and likes Math.

Nineteen...

On the summer of '92 , i was 17 back then... I came across a boy two years ahead of me... He was skinny, pero maporma na, at that time.  We knew each other many years back through friends and families but we have never been formally introduced until that day.

What was summer like back then?  Well, it was election time and our family were busy with the campaign. The kids and teenagers were having a summer basketball league at the town plaza.  Us, teenagers at that era, watched and mingled until the basketball game ended.  He used to play for the maroon team until for no reason at all he gave me his jacket. Eyeballs bulging forward, eyebrows were as high as the hairline, mouth opened wide.  That was the scenario at that time.  I knew at that moment he liked me. After that we had small talks, went to different occasions and even to the river (talumbambang) at the back of the catholic church.  Eventually we were a couple on May 14, 1992.


Summer ended and we went back to pencil pushing.  I was 2nd year college at DLSU.  He studied at San Sebastian Recolletos-Manila. Our tambayan, the University Mall beside DLSU taft and Harisson Plaza. Relationships have ups and downs, we went through it.  But we hang on and enjoyed every minute of our relationship.  We are not just boyfriend-girlfriend but we are barkada.  My friends became his friends and his friends became my friends too.  

9 years passed since 1992, we are joined as one and after 2 years our angel came.   Married life has been not so smooth but rough edges challenged us to stick together.  Happiness, sadness, arguing, enjoying, we all experienced it as a couple.  We've been comfortable with ourselves and our relationship but small sweet somethings keep the magic on everyday.


Came 2011, 19 years after that big Yes.  We still are together.  We are the same as we were 19 years back. We still and will keep the magic alive.  We still love and cherish each other.  We still are One!

1st time ...

I love reading. I read books from Nancy Drew to Sidney Sheldon to articles from Magazines... Now i'm fond of reading different blogs.  I laugh and empathize with each blog that i read. More than that, i think i am enjoying every moment of it.

While reading different blogs, i thought of making my own.  So, this is my first time.  My first time to blog.  My first blog...

At first, i'm trying to figure out what to blog.  On what topic to concentrate?  What will the readers like?  What do I like?  It's hard... but i said to myself blogging is just like talking to a friend of what you did yesterday, of what good movie you want to watch, of what restobar you went the other night or anything as long as you are comfortable sharing it with the world.  It's simple and plain chikahan so to speak.

Now i'm ready... ready to blog... ready to share about my life... ready to take a step in life... life that I enjoy... life that I love...