VLOG #031 – Valentines for the Morbid, Non Romantics

VLOG #031 – Valentines for the Morbid, Non Romantics

Jr and I have never been big on Valentines. Everybody is out and traffic is more unbearable than usual. The restaurants get crowded and parking can be a problem. It’s never been us to go out of our way to celebrate something just because the world expects us to do so. We’re hipsters that way.

Naa. we just don’t like the crowds. We’re old that way.

But then recent life events reminded us that life is indeed short. The priest who celebrated our wedding passed away a month after our wedding. Fr. Gerry Tapiador was our family priest when I was a kid, and he’d go with us even on family vacations. He’d be tampo whenever he hears of news that one of my cousins got married and he wasn’t asked to officiate. So when I was preparing for my wedding, there were three things I was most particular of: the photographer, the food and the priest. I sought Fr. Gerry out and he happily obliged. Looking back I was glad I was able to reunite him with the family before he passed. I guess thoughts of Fr. Gerry came to mind after I heard of Fr. Erick’s passing.

While theirs are lives well lived, the deaths of loved ones are morbid reminders of our own mortality. I’m always accosted by mine, these moments where I question when, how my time will come, or end. They are random and sudden — while watching news reports, while reading articles, at 2 am when I wake up and stare at ceilings. The bouts with mortality where paralizing when I was younger but as I grow older, I learned to deal. These days, when I’m assaulted by my own morbid thoughts, I shake it off and turn to now — to the present. I learned that there’s no stopping the inevitable, but you’ll always have today to enjoy. Seize the day. Seize every moment. Yes, I’ll never now how many days I have left, or how many Valentines there’s still left for me, but I will enjoy this one, in our simple, “old couple” way.

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LIFE LATELY | Thank you, Fr. Erick

LIFE LATELY | Thank you, Fr. Erick

It was a fateful day when you found yourself into our lives.

My aunt just arrived from the States and went straight to your tiny community parish of San Rafael in Navotas. My grandmother died while she was on vacation, and she couldn’t bring herself to go home. Instead, she asked to be driven to the church where you found her crying. Over the years, you’ll find light in that situation and cajole my aunt on the circumstances of your first meeting every time you get the chance. From the first moment on, you consoled my family. You were family.

Since then, you have made it your panata to celebrate our family’s annual New Year’s Eve. My lola died in 1995. That’s 21 New year’s eve masses you’ve celebrated with us. You’ve seen my family grow, get married, bear kids, and see those kids grow. You’ve literally seen us multiply. You’d notice the new additions to the family, as well as those who have left us. You’ll bring this up on those famed funny, and lengthy homilies you are known for. You’ve brought joy to our family and those families in poor communities you were logistically assigned to. When asked why you never moved away from the communities in Tondo, you were always quick to quip, “The Cardinal ( late Cardinal sin ) wanted the poor communities to be happy, and to keep them coming to church.” And they kept on going to church, because of you.

We’ve moved a couple of times, and so did our mass locations. Each year you’d kid that even though the locations change, it seems the decor doesn’t. It was always cut up crepe paper and a gold reused Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year banner. The “choir” never improved as well. Our family was never known for our musical talents.

In these latter years, we’ve seen you get sick since you’ve lost your father. We’ve seen you increasingly suffer from your illness, but you never once missed our annual celebrations. You try to still remain the jovial Paring Erick Santos, the priest, not the singer. The years before this one, you became wary of what you ate, but not this year, as I’ve noticed. You ate everything my aunts and mama served in front of you, albeit in moderation. I took a couple of family photos for posterity and you bid goodbye, bringing home the caramel cake you’ve requested.

Thank you for all the years or laughter and guidance, Fr. Erick. You will always be family. You will be missed.

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VIDEO | VLOG #027 – Let’s Go to Tagaytay Highlands

VIDEO | VLOG #027 – Let’s Go to Tagaytay Highlands

Jr takes his time in the morning. Since the internet in Pililia is snail level slow, I let him indulge with his unlimited browsing during the morning when he comes home for the weekend. I would prepare breakfast and just call on him when food is ready. After breakfast, he’d return to our room and browse some more. More often than not, I’ll be all dressed up and ready to go for our weekend errands way before he is. He’ll take a bath, get dressed, and then play with his watches — for quite a while.

But there’s no greater motivating factor that pushes us to move quicker than food.

Jr’s family is very health conscious. Their normal meal usually includes vegetables and a chicken or fish dish. During meals, they serve their rice in individual cups! When we learned that we were celebrating Jr’s dad’s birthday at Tagaytay Highlands, Jr suggested that we have our lunch at Highlanders Steakhouse. Of course, he got struck down.

Well on Saturday, Jamie, his sister called just as we are about to leave for Tagaytay Highlands. They went ahead and were already at Tagaytay. She asked where we were and we told her we’re still at home because her kuya was, as usual, taking his sweet time. She told us we’ll be having our lunch at the steakhouse and we better hurry before their parents change their minds.

Considering there was still traffic, I think we beat our personal record in going to Highlands.

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VIDEO | Vlog #025 – Happy Birthday, Apple!

VIDEO | Vlog #025 – Happy Birthday, Apple!

There are many things I hate about facebook and these reasons push me to check on facebook just once a day, in the morning while having my coffee, just to keep up with family and friends. I would scroll thru my facebook, read a few articles, like photos and videos posted by friends and family and english bulldogs, and then sign out for the rest of the day. But as much as I hate it, I have to admit that sometimes facebook has its shining moments. I am a sucker for nostalgia. One of my favorite features from the social media platform is the See Your Memories features. Everyday is a happy trip down memory lane, and today this one popped up.

Apple was 2 and loud. At this age when most kids love to play, her play just involved a lot of talking. She didn’t like toys then. When you want to play with her, you just have to talk to her. Like a lot. In every car ride, there was no dead air time. She’d just talk about anything — everything she sees, everything she ate, everything that comes to that little (well not little, she looked like a mascot then) head of hers. And she didn’t know how to speak English. Nobody talked to her in English. She never really spoke it when she was toddler, unlike most toddlers in Manila her age. Everytime somebody would speak to her in English, she’d joke that she’s nosebleeding. We made it a point not to teach her English because kids these days do not know how to speak in Filipino which is a travesty. Besides, she’ll eventually learn it in school.

Now, at age 9, she barely speaks in Filipino. But she still talks a lot. Like a lot. Her teacher chose her to join a pageant in school which she swore she would never do again. Mature and level headed at her age, she knew the pageant, a fund raising event for her school, costs money with costumes and gowns she had to wear. Plus, she knows, unless the stage got installed with a swimming pool, she has no talent to show for. Her pageant escort’s family hired a choreographer for the pair’s talent portion. Still, she knows she’s a (multi awarded competitive) swimmer, but no dancer. But she tries.

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LIFE LATELY | Instagram Wife

LIFE LATELY | Instagram Wife

Jr loves to ham it up for the camera. He loves mascots, and meet and greets, and those movie standees you find in the cinemas. And he loves taking pictures with them. Alone. I rarely join in. But I am happy to snap it. While on our travels, he would stop by something interesting and tells me “Picture mo ko dito.” which I willingly do. One because I find it very hilarious and two, it’s easier for him to buy me a spiffy new camera when the old one breaks down because he knows he’ll be benefitting from it most.

Ladies on insta have instagram boyfriends/husbands. My husband has an instagram wife. But it’s easier to charm my way to a new camera. To each his own. Para-paraan.

This coming new year, JR’s side of the family plans to stay in a hotel for new year’s eve. Jamie, his sister, took it upon herself to do the ocular of the hotels mom is interested in staying in. Also, it’s a nice excuse for a staycation (I, against my will, am accepting that THAT is a word now). Yes, we’re preparing for New Year 2018 this early. January early. Because we are an old married couple with nothing better do to, we tagged along while they checked in at Hotel Jen.

Hotel Jen is the revamped Traders Hotel along Roxas Boulevard, right in front of CCP. It’s now run by the swanky Shangri-la hotels. It’s still a business hotel, but if you book a room on the upper floors, you get checked in on the club lounge on the 19th floor with a sweeping view of the bay area as far as SM Mall of Asia. It’s one awesome panoramic view.

And of course, leave it up to my husband to seize the moment. He positioned himself by the window and told me to use my nice camera.

Picture mo ko dito. Madami akong baon.”

Hotel Jen


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