Rye and Buh-Bye

My morning ritual consists of Rye waking up just after I've taken a bath, giving him to Dad so I can change for work clothes, having breakfast together or him just watching "Breakfast" and then they would send me off to get tryke. Sometimes he'd cry as part of the usual separation anxiety.

But now he's just content watching tv and saying "buh bye" and looking at me briefly. Sigh. He's really a toddler now. He shrieks like one, he wants to have his way all the time and he's getting tall.

He knows the parts of his face. He loves to read and draw on any available surface. Just about anywhere (poor wall, poor sofa). And he loves to eat rice. He loves cars. He drinks water a lot. And eats my super sour sinigang with matching kilig. He's not jealous of baby Gab and he doesn't hurt kids.

I still can't believe he's turning 2 next month. It's too fast. Too soon. Di ko pa alam how to celebrate his birthday. Pero excited na ko.

America: GunFULL society

My heart is breaking for those who died at Virginia Tech. I saw "Bowling at Columbine" a few years before and I'm still horrified as to how these kids get guns easily and have so much rage in their hearts to shoot and kill on purpose. What kind of society produces such mean killling machines? And they're just KIDS.

Is it the bullying they receive from fellow students? How hard is it to go to school and get picked on everyday when you're not cool or popular enough? Are the kids of America absolutely clueless of their bad treatment of the uncool?

Is it the violence in videogames or movies? Tell us please. The world wants to know.

My brother in law in the US said he'll bring my nephews here to study high school.

And I sighed in utmost relief.

WinWin

Included in my ideal guy list (super shortlisted lang yan) is none other than my dear old cousin Win. The first time I saw him was when our Lolo Pulis died and we were just 3 and 4 years old. After that, hindi na kami nagkita at all. Yung next was when our uncle died, medyo grim di ba but it was the start of a great friendship. Si Win helped me with my career path, tapos sunod sunod na yun.

Pati sa gimik, relationship advice at kung anu ano pa. Sya yung kasama ko from taping, to Malate, to audition pati ang pagkaloka ko meeting Lea Salonga up close and watching Miss Saigon. He never fails to make me smile, laugh and everything in between. Here's to hanging out at Starbucks UN and Greenbelt 1. He tried to right the wrong in my life but I was just soo damn stubborn and yet he never judged me. He just silently prayed for me to come around. And I did in God's time.

I knew he was there for me throughout my struggle.

When he got married (buti na lang he waited for the right girl to come along), hindi ako nakapunta kasi birthday din ni Rye yun but I wanted to be there. Being an only child, alam ko super excited na sya to be a dad soon. Finally. It's going to be such a blast.

Sabi nya noon sa testimonial nya for me, "masasaktan ang magpapaiyak sa pinsan ko" and that "she reminds me of God's goodness in the world". It was enough to make me cry kasi nakakatouch talaga. Don't worry cuz, pinaiyak ko din ang nag-cause ng heartbreak sa yo! (i'm sooo bad).

Nakakatuwa lang that he (and Kay) ang mga kamag-anak ko na malapit ko rin na friends. Although we don't get to see each other as often as before( but I think that's gonna change yahoo!) hindi pa rin magbabago ang samahan namin. Ngayon lalo na mga magulang na kami.

I want to thank the Lord for Win. He's been such a blessing.

Life with Win is a win-win situation.

What is Easter?

What is Easter?

A Sunday where the sun shines a bit brighter than usual

Mass with family – Rye screaming to hold the candle and the whole church looks at him

waking up at 6am to give wide awake Rye to Dad and sleep again

watching 3 Sunday TV Masses because I'm spying on the latest choir songs

eating tuyo, tinapa, fried talong and peanuts

listening to Rye say “Rabbit” “Monkey” and “Viva” over and over

getting a phone call from my sister

watching dvds while having chips overload

reading (hurrah!) the book on my bedside table that has accumulated dust already

tickling Rye and watching him dive on top of his cousins

laughing at baby Gab who looks like comedian “Balot”

thanking God for saving me and the rest of humanity