It has come and passed here in the U.S. and I barely felt it. The Pinoys do things right when it comes to this occasion. Everyone troops to the cemetary, set up the candles and the flowers, then comes the table laden with food then comes out the karaoke system. What follows is a raving good party in the cemetery. I'm sure all our dead relatives look forward to this once a year fiesta just for them. They probably feel things are just too quiet around the rest of the 364 days.
To all my dead relatives, you are remembered and loved.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Batibot
This is a public plea to anyone who has any taped copies of this show. Please let me got a copy from you if you have one. This is the best children's show in Filipino that's ever been produced. I hope to introduce this show to Rachel. So, if anyone is reading this who has a copy or knows anyone who does please send them my way.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A long week ahead
It's only Tuesday and I feels it's been a long week already. I've been majorly annoyed for 2 days now. My usual uninvolved self became passionately disturbed yesterday and today I just felt really dumb and stupid.
Yesterday, I was in a meeting with the wound center in the local hospital in our area. There I met one of the doctors and one of them was an elderly gentleman who appeared and sounded Pinoy to me but I wasn't sure. So after the hour meeting with them, where they were giving us the low down on the services that the wound center offers, I was finally able to do some small talk with the Asian looking doctor. He asked me where I was from so I took the opportunity to say that I am originally from the Philippines but around these parts Texas is my hometown. He then said he was from the Philippines too. So me being excited about meeting another Pinoy, asked him in polite Tagalog if he still speaks Tagalog. Mind you the guy has a Filipino sounding English. He said no, he just understands a little. That took me aback a bit but then maybe he grew up here right. So I asked if he grew up here and he said no. He tried to change the topic but then I was persistent. I asked him whereabouts did he live in the Philippines. I was thinking maybe he's from the province and speaks mostly a dialect that's why he understand only a "little bit" of Tagalog. He then said he was from Baclaran. This absolutely floored me. What the hell? You grew up in Baclaran and yet can understand only minimal Tagalog???!!! What the hell is wrong with him. I was so annoyed by him. Is he embarrassed about being Pinoy? I feel he is an embarrassment to the country. How can you forget your own language? How can you stand there and say you only understand a little bit of Tagalog. It shouldn't matter if you've been here 50 years or so, how can you forget the language of your youth? Grabe, inis na inis ako. Kakahiya yung mamang iyon. I was so fired up about it yesterday that as I was telling the story to the hubby, my tone was rising with each word. Grabe, kakainis talaga.
Today, was even worse than yesterday. I made a medical student mistake. I didn't read all of the paperwork before me and instead just glanced through it briefly. I saw the patient and gave my recommendations and prescribed the medications I thought would help her. Later on, when I was dictating my note, I finally went through all that paperwork before me and realized I just made a mistake. Damn! I started scrambling for the phone and called the pharmacy to hold the prescription that I had given the patient and absolutely not fill it. Tomorrow, I have to do a bit of damage control and get the patient back in and run a few tests to confirm a few things. It'll be an ugly confrontation for sure afterwards. I probably am not making too much sense as I had not given all of the details here. Suffice it to say, I made an all too obvious mistake that I'll be kicking myself in the ass for awhile.
The week is still quite young and already I feel I've been put through a lot already. Here's hoping for a calmer next few days.
Yesterday, I was in a meeting with the wound center in the local hospital in our area. There I met one of the doctors and one of them was an elderly gentleman who appeared and sounded Pinoy to me but I wasn't sure. So after the hour meeting with them, where they were giving us the low down on the services that the wound center offers, I was finally able to do some small talk with the Asian looking doctor. He asked me where I was from so I took the opportunity to say that I am originally from the Philippines but around these parts Texas is my hometown. He then said he was from the Philippines too. So me being excited about meeting another Pinoy, asked him in polite Tagalog if he still speaks Tagalog. Mind you the guy has a Filipino sounding English. He said no, he just understands a little. That took me aback a bit but then maybe he grew up here right. So I asked if he grew up here and he said no. He tried to change the topic but then I was persistent. I asked him whereabouts did he live in the Philippines. I was thinking maybe he's from the province and speaks mostly a dialect that's why he understand only a "little bit" of Tagalog. He then said he was from Baclaran. This absolutely floored me. What the hell? You grew up in Baclaran and yet can understand only minimal Tagalog???!!! What the hell is wrong with him. I was so annoyed by him. Is he embarrassed about being Pinoy? I feel he is an embarrassment to the country. How can you forget your own language? How can you stand there and say you only understand a little bit of Tagalog. It shouldn't matter if you've been here 50 years or so, how can you forget the language of your youth? Grabe, inis na inis ako. Kakahiya yung mamang iyon. I was so fired up about it yesterday that as I was telling the story to the hubby, my tone was rising with each word. Grabe, kakainis talaga.
Today, was even worse than yesterday. I made a medical student mistake. I didn't read all of the paperwork before me and instead just glanced through it briefly. I saw the patient and gave my recommendations and prescribed the medications I thought would help her. Later on, when I was dictating my note, I finally went through all that paperwork before me and realized I just made a mistake. Damn! I started scrambling for the phone and called the pharmacy to hold the prescription that I had given the patient and absolutely not fill it. Tomorrow, I have to do a bit of damage control and get the patient back in and run a few tests to confirm a few things. It'll be an ugly confrontation for sure afterwards. I probably am not making too much sense as I had not given all of the details here. Suffice it to say, I made an all too obvious mistake that I'll be kicking myself in the ass for awhile.
The week is still quite young and already I feel I've been put through a lot already. Here's hoping for a calmer next few days.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Dilemma
What should I do? Rachel sleeps with us in bed and I like it. I can cuddle her all I want when she's sleeping and give the thousand kisses I wasn't able to give her during the day since I work. I like having her near me. On the other hand, she's getting to be a big baby, once I'm in bed she squirms around looking for me, cuddling next to me and yes trying to cop a feel of my nipples (eek, did I just say that?). This disrupts her sleeps for maybe 10-15 minutes until she settles back down again. However, she also tries to sleep sideways, which is annoying since she occupies so much space, she gives a kick when she's sleeping and if your body is inconveniently in the way, you get a foot in the belly. Not too nice to wake up to that one.
I feel that she might be ready to sleep on her own, since she does actually sleep much better when she has plenty of space. On the other hand, she'll not be next to me and cuddling will be more difficult and I'm afraid she'll get cold at nighttime since she kicks the blanket out of the way. The other plus about getting a bed of her own is I get to cuddle next to the hubby inst
I feel this issue would not be an issue if I am with Rachel during the day. I feel this is more an issue with me because I feel that I don't get to spend enough time with her and thus my need for her to be next to me at nighttime. So can you see my dilemma?
I think my compromise will be to get her a twin bed stick it next to our bed so she'll still be nearby at nighttime. I can always roll over to her side. Dang, it's so hard to be a working mom.
I feel that she might be ready to sleep on her own, since she does actually sleep much better when she has plenty of space. On the other hand, she'll not be next to me and cuddling will be more difficult and I'm afraid she'll get cold at nighttime since she kicks the blanket out of the way. The other plus about getting a bed of her own is I get to cuddle next to the hubby inst
I feel this issue would not be an issue if I am with Rachel during the day. I feel this is more an issue with me because I feel that I don't get to spend enough time with her and thus my need for her to be next to me at nighttime. So can you see my dilemma?
I think my compromise will be to get her a twin bed stick it next to our bed so she'll still be nearby at nighttime. I can always roll over to her side. Dang, it's so hard to be a working mom.
Monday, October 05, 2009
This One's For You
To everyone who's donated or volunteered to help the victim's of Ondoy's wrath, this one's for you. Thank you for being the person you are.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Kaya Pala
Ever wondered why chestnuts aka castanas were so expensive? I've always thought because it's a Christmas treat or maybe because it has to be imported from somewhere else. But I think I've stumbled upon why it's expensive. At least just my take on it.
Rewind to a few days ago when the whole family went walking. You meet your neighbors this way as you walk the dog. Anyways, one of our neighbors was walking her dog, as we were, and she asked if we liked chestnuts. OF course I said yes and she said that there's plenty of chestnuts down the street as it's been falling from the tree. It being late at night and I don't think Carlos would be too thrilled to be dragged chestnut picking I stored that piece of info in my brain.
So today I got home, hubby and baby were not there since they went to the gym. I was left with Monster who was running around in circles begging to go for a walk. So we headed down the street and I remembered what the lady from the other night said. Since Monster was finished doing his dirty business I went a-searching for the chestnuts. All I saw was a tree with some prickly looking fruit on the floor. Think rambutan except the bristles are needle sharp. Then I saw those brown shiny chestnuts laying next to the prickly rind. Yay! I found it. I started picking initially just the ones that were laying on the ground. Then I saw some of the prickly rinds were hiding the precious chestnuts from me. Of course I tried to remove it, I was successful but the rind were certainly very, very sharp. I was so into the chestnut picking that I dragged Monster into the middle of a minefield. The poor dog was holding one hind leg up and at a certain point he was just standing on his 2 front legs, I swear I'm not lying. Poor dog.
So after filling up my pockets I went home happy. Monster was happy too to be out of the minefield. Poor baby.
Kaya pala mahal ang chestnuts, it can be painful to harvest them. You have to wear some thick padding for your hands.
Anyways just to show you what the chestnut looks like here's a pic.
Now I have to search the Internet on how to roast these babies.
Rewind to a few days ago when the whole family went walking. You meet your neighbors this way as you walk the dog. Anyways, one of our neighbors was walking her dog, as we were, and she asked if we liked chestnuts. OF course I said yes and she said that there's plenty of chestnuts down the street as it's been falling from the tree. It being late at night and I don't think Carlos would be too thrilled to be dragged chestnut picking I stored that piece of info in my brain.
So today I got home, hubby and baby were not there since they went to the gym. I was left with Monster who was running around in circles begging to go for a walk. So we headed down the street and I remembered what the lady from the other night said. Since Monster was finished doing his dirty business I went a-searching for the chestnuts. All I saw was a tree with some prickly looking fruit on the floor. Think rambutan except the bristles are needle sharp. Then I saw those brown shiny chestnuts laying next to the prickly rind. Yay! I found it. I started picking initially just the ones that were laying on the ground. Then I saw some of the prickly rinds were hiding the precious chestnuts from me. Of course I tried to remove it, I was successful but the rind were certainly very, very sharp. I was so into the chestnut picking that I dragged Monster into the middle of a minefield. The poor dog was holding one hind leg up and at a certain point he was just standing on his 2 front legs, I swear I'm not lying. Poor dog.
So after filling up my pockets I went home happy. Monster was happy too to be out of the minefield. Poor baby.
Kaya pala mahal ang chestnuts, it can be painful to harvest them. You have to wear some thick padding for your hands.
Anyways just to show you what the chestnut looks like here's a pic.
Now I have to search the Internet on how to roast these babies.
Monday, September 28, 2009
The Storm
Hopefully, all my blogger friends in Manila are okay. I pray that you are okay. Send me a shoutout so I don't worry about you. My family was unaffected, Thank God!
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