The Choice is Yours

From the moment we wake up until the time we hit the sack, we are challenged by different choices to make everyday—from the simplest ones to the toughest life-changing decisions. Like, to name a few:

1. At the sound of your pre-scheduled alarm or the voices of roosters crowing if you’re in the province, do you instantaneously rise up to run (or do whatever form of exercise you’re advocating)? Or do you pretend not hearing anything and go back to sleep, wishing that you’ll get to see the amazing ending of your interrupted dream hahahah  .  .  . 

2. Will you continue working as an employee or take that leap of faith and join the entrepreneural world? (If you can actually do both, why not?)

3. Must you eat sweets for dessert right after lunch or reserve them later for afternoon snacks to save calories?

4. Will you purchase additional insurance or invest your savings in Bonds, UITF, Mutual Funds or Stock Market?

5. Should you just patiently wait for that crazy driver who parked directly at the back of your car, hindering you to leave the parking lot or you scream at the top of your voice hoping that the person responsible for your misfortune will hear you and come running to the rescue?

At @6am in Zapote Market when I was planning to leave after 2 hours of marketing, I found out that a huge luxury car was situated at my back. I called the attention of the parking attendants and asked for the driver. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any clue where the person went but tried to look inside the marketplace. I was tired, hungry and exhausted and just wanted to go home but couldn’t. Without any warning, I snapped. I shouted soooo loud that even the dead would be awaken and rise from their graves. Everything stood still. Nobody moved. People in the vicinity froze and gazed at me with their mouths half open and for a moment, I felt the world came to an end and I was the only one left alive. I realized the aftermath of my outburst and wished that the ground would open and swallow me whole. Then after what seemed to be eternity, a slender woman came rushing to the illegally-parked car murmuring her apologies while waving her hand and hurriedly drove off. Imagine yourself pausing a video and after a while, pushing the “PLAY” button. As if on cue, everything around me came back to life again. I peacefully entered my car and finally departed for home. I did so without the help of the parking attendants. They probably chose to hide for fear of their lives heheheh  .  .  . 

On the way home, Ate Ella informed me that she was at the side of Zapote Market building talking to a vendor when they heard the ear-splitting roar. The vendor asked her if she knew what was that about and she answered him “it’s like Tarzan lost his way here in Zapote Market so he’s summoning his army of jungle animals to help him”. Ate Ella honestly confessed that she would deny knowing me if someone asked her that time hahahah  .  .  .

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Tribute to You, my Dear Readers

I take a pause from writing and pay tribute to you, my dear readers.

As of today, 22% of this blog’s readers are Philippine-based and the 78% are scattered around the world. 

Based from the figures, I am quite overwhelmed that majority of the people who reads my blog are not residing in my native land. Though it blows my mind how you could possibly relate to what I am writing, I wish to thank you all for taking the time to read my blog. I am deeply honored.

Some Filipino expressions do not have direct English counterparts but I will try my very best to translate them for you. Sadly though, they will not always come out as funny as the original Filipino expression. I am grateful that you still stick around even though from your point of view, I sometimes don’t make sense at all.

Thank you for your nice compliments and heart-warming reactions. My life has been happier because of them!

I pray that God will bless you all—give you peace of mind, joyful heart, healthy body, and productive life.

Be the first to forgive. Even if your offender doesn’t ask for forgiveness, forgive anyway. It will be for your own benefit. Your heart will definitely thank you for it. 

Stay safe everyone!

Ang Makulay na Daigdig ni Nora (My Colorful Life: Part 6)

Tatay and Nanay were both competitive in sports. They used to join and win tournaments in tennis, golf and bowling. Unlike their only daughter who would rather eat, strum the guitar, eat again, draw, eat more and play Spirit of the Glass in her spare time hahahah  .  .  .

I was the only “ballboy” girl in Marbel tennis court. With the intention of earning and saving money for my “Getaway”, I would gladly go with my parents to the tennis court and serve as “pulotgirl”. I guess that laid my foundation in running. I had to run really fast to grab the ball and return it to the right player. Sometimes the ball would fly out of the tennis court and migrate to the wide highway. I would dash out of the court and run after it on the open road.

Though I didn’t play golf, I still went with my parents to Paraiso Golf Course. Whenever we pass by the guava plantation I would stay behind, climb one of the  guava trees to pick and eat guavas. Then take a relaxing nap after being full, not minding if I make a wrong turn and fall off the tree! Upon waking up, I would just go back with other set of players who will pass by me.

One of my favorite pastimes in Marbel was playing the Spirit of the Glass. I would play it with my friends and even if I was alone, I would place 2 fingers of my 2 hands on top of the Glass as if  4 people were playing. I did not have a scientific explanation of how the Glass moved back then but I was not at all afraid. Maybe because I had fun getting the answers to the questions I was asking the Spirit of the Glass. At one instance, I asked where I would study the following school year. When it answered “Manila”, I just brushed it off though at that time, I was already planning to run away from home. The farthest destination in my mind was Davao City so Manila for me was beyond reach. You can just imagine how amazed I was when it actually came true!

To be continued . . .

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Ang Makulay na Daigdig ni Nora (My Colorful Life: Part 5)

Let us continue exploring the “weird” stuff about me:

 My father and mother were both coffee drinkers but not once did I drink coffee while growing up. I was in my 30’s when I first attempted to drink brewed coffee in one of the leading fast food chains in Las Piñas. It was a traumatic experience because I was sick for 2 days after that.  It took so long for our food to be served so I drank first the coffee, not knowing that it would harm my body. According to the doctor, I should never drink coffee on an empty stomach. I found that very weird because for as long as I could remember, both my father and mother always drink coffee prior to eating breakfast. I couldn’t help but think: “Am I really my parents’ only child or am I adopted?”

I always drink ice-cold water from the freezer but both my parents preferred lukewarm water or at the very least, water at normal temperature. They never drank cold water.

Everybody knows that I am a certified Coke lover. But you’ll be surprised that both Tatay and Nanay were not Coke drinkers. My father even banned Coke in our home in Marbel!

 I am also a hot chocolate lover. But my parents were not.  Hmmm . . .  my suspicion is getting stronger that I am not really their child.

My parents were not alcoholic drinkers but their only child was dubbed as “embudo” before. I couldn’t understand how I learned to love beer, gin, rum, and whiskey when my parents didn’t take them. I remember when Tatay was still active as stock broker, he would ask permission from his colleagues if he could bring me to drink for him whenever he’s invited for a drinking spree and they would readily agree and enjoyed my company! When we had a new neighbor, Tatay told him he could just knock at our door anytime if he needed a drinking buddy and ask for his only child. You can just imagine our neighbor’s bewilderment when he learned that Tatay’s only child was a girl hahahah . . .

To be continued . . .

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Happines Vs. Wellness (A Tale of Two Mothers)

My friend’s diabetic mother was advised by her doctor to stop drinking regular Coke and replace it with Coke Zero to abort further complications and eventually prolong her life. Upon entering their house coming from the clinic, the mother opened their refrigerator and looked for Coke. Not finding any, she asked the servant to buy Coke from the nearby store. Her children specifically gave instruction to the helper that she buys Coke Zero. The mother fumingly protested. The children stubbornly contested. Then the mother warned her children: “How can I live longer if I die now?  If you don’t give me regular Coke now, I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die hating you all. And if ever I die drinking regular Coke, at least I will die very happy.” If you were in her children’s shoes, what would have you done? What do you think is the ending of this story?

At the opposite end of the spectrum is my dearest mother, who is the epitome of wellness. When people asks her “do you have any maintenance?” She answers “I am not a vehicle. I don’t need maintenanjce.” At 87, Nanay weighs 110 lbs. with almost 0% Body Fat. She is the only person I know who is not happy eating delicious food. Her taste buds couldn’t differentiate savory from bland. From time immemorial, she eats just to live, inorder for her body to perform its daily tasks. She dreams that a scientist could invent an injection that would fulfill the nutritional requirements of her body so she doesn’t need to eat anymore for the rest of her life. Eating for her is a dreadful chore. While we drool over different types of food on the table, Nanay actually loses the very small appetite that she has when she sees varieties of food in front of her. Nanay doesn’t swallow veggies, meat, and fruits. She just chews them, extract the “juice” and leave the leftover pulp on her plate. Having dessert after lunch or dinner has always been a puzzle to her. She couldn’t understand how people could still eat when they are already full. I tell her “mader, the word “dessert” appears in the dictionary for a reason. And it’s for us to enjoy this simple pleasure. People who know her swears that a bird even eats more than her hahahah . . . Note however that during her prime, Nanay enjoyed competitive sports. She used to win tournaments in tennis, golf, and bowling. She was a very strong woman and still strong at 87. She walks every morning in front of our house and lifts dumbbells from time to time. When people asks her the secret to her longevity, she would answer without batting any eyelash: “enough food, enough sleep, enough exercise, enough stress, and enough money that will last after I’m gone.”

How about you? Would you sacrifice wellness over your happiness?

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How Do You Become “Yourself”?

“ Be yourself”. We hear this often from motivational writers and speakers. Whenever I come across this cliche, I couldn’t help but imagine the repercussions the world has to endure if everybody would simply throw caution to the wind and just “be himself”.

Then my mind would wander off and start forming weird visions that would actually make me laugh. Like if I choose to be myself, I would be listening to my favorite songs while enjoying my bubble bath instead of calling prospects for appointments, eat sweets to my heart’s content, drink beer everyday, go out in faded maong shorts and cropped tank top instead of the presentable business attire, sleep in the nude, stroll along the beach from sunrise to sunset, listen rather than talk, scream when I reach my boiling point, dare to have a one-night stand hahahah . . .

Let’s face it. To uphold order in this chaotic world, one cannot just “be himself” in its truest sense.  Every action that we take carries a great responsibility attached to it. One can never be free to do what he wants.  

So how exactly can you “be yourself”?

Love yourself first. Forgive yourself of your past mistakes, try to learn from them and trust that the best is yet to come. Instead of comparing yourself with others, compare your past self with your present self. Then believe in your heart and mind that you can still be better. But faith requires action. Do not just believe. Do it. Do it now. Show the world what you’re really made of. Not to satisfy people’s expectations of you but because you owe it to yourself to be the better version of what you are now. Whether you believe in God or not, there must be a reason why you are still alive today. It is for a uniqe purpose that only you can fulfill. A purpose you can call your very own because there’s no one else in this world quite like you.

Claim it now.

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The Wind Beneath My Wings

 1999 was the year I felt the world crushed on me. At 41, I gave birth to a daughter with Down Syndrome and I was at a complete loss how to deal with this painful reality.

It was then that Ate Ella came to the rescue. Coming from Sacramento, Californina, she was the angel who lived with us and showered her unconditional love and deep affection not only to Eia but to every member of our household.

I pay tribute to this amazing person who was instrumental for molding Eia to be what she is today. From barely 2 months old and onwards, Eia’s Physical Therapy, Occupational Therapy and Speech Therapy were performed at the UP CAMP CTS (UP College of Allied Medical Profession Clinic for Therapy Services) only once a week. With our combined efforts, Ate Ella and I complied with the Home Therapy Program every single day of the year. As a result, Eia’s physical and speech development were almost at par with any normal child—even superior at times.

Ate Ella is a midwife by profession but is also an honest-to-goodness Gourmet Chef, authentic plantita, florist, vegetable grower, caregiver, tutor, counselor, CheerLeader, tennis player, Scrabble genius, linguist (she can speak German, Ilonggo, Cebuano, Ilocano, Maranaw, etc.) and Charismatic Servant Leader.

Contrary to everybody’s expectation, we are not related by blood but our bond is thicker than any type or form. She has been my sister, aunt, mother, kumare, friend and no. 1 Fan —all rolled into one. 

She was more than shocked and almost fainted when I told her I needed her to accompany me to flee from my EX. Gio was only 4 yrs. & 8 months old then, and Eia—2 &1/2 years old. I couldn’t possibly take care of 2 children on my own, running from Las Piñas all the way to Cebu. Thank God for Ate Ella who stood by me through and through. After that Greatest Escape, she courageously took the stand as 1 of my 3 witnesses in the agonizing trial proceeding of my Petition for Marriage Annulment.

I could write a whole book of our escapades, hurdles, and adventures together but for now, this short blogpost has to suffice.

Thank you Ate Ella for choosing to live with us for the past 22 years.  Letting go of you will totally break our hearts but it’s about time that you return to the States so you could also take care of Kuya Pedring and your grandchildren.  For your 76th birthday, we wish that you can be finally reunited with your family whom you dearly miss.

Happy happy birthday Ate Ella! Thank you for being the Wind Beneath My Wings. We love you, now and forever!

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