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High tech na nakaka-high blood!

Filed under: Features — admin at 6:43 pm on Saturday, February 21, 2009

Nasira ang speaker ng dopod phone ko. Nakakahiya sa mga kausap ko kasi hirap na hirap sila marinig ang sinasabi ko. Eh, mas nakakahiya naman ako, kasi todo sumisigaw na ako, mahina pa rin ang dating ko sa kausap ko. Okay lang sana kung nasa loob ako ng bahay o nasa kotse, pero minsan nasa gitna ako ng maraming tao. Nakakahiya kasi todo-sigaw ako na parang first time ko lang gumamit ng cellphone.

Thank God, my mom got my free phone from Globe months ago. I have something to use. Nasa ngitngit factor pa ako kasi medyo bago pa yung phone at hindi ko pa nai-enjoy ang mga features niya. Bilang pumunta ako sa Globe Center at sinubukan nilang i-configure yung phone ko to receive emails for roaming, for fax, etc…Aba, pati sila ay naguluhan at nautakan ng cellphone ko na parang merong sariling decisions on operations.

Heto na, magkaiba ang brand ng phone na lilipatan ko ng contacts ko. Mga two weeks din namin sinubukan ilipat ng sister ko ang lahat ng contacts ko. Okay, mas maliit ang memory noong isa. I had no choice but to manually update my contacts, as in on by one. On the course of updating, siyempre marami pa akong contacts na hindi napapasok, kaya kapag meron nagtext ay, “I’m sorry but I’m using another phone. Who’s this please? Pls. Reply.” Naku naman, ang dami naman palang sensitive sa “Who’s this?” Akala yata nila ay sadyang binura ko ang mga pangalan nila sa list ko.

Sa dami nga ng sensitive people at nahihiya na rin akong mag-”Who’s this,” ako na ang mismong nag-try ilipat ang contacts ko from the PC sa phone ko and SIM. It took me one whole stressful, tiring, confusing day to accomplish such. Hindi siya madali. Kailangan pa niyang i-convert to another form at eklabers, keblavu, mekekekwek…error kada error!

High-tech nakaka-high blood! Haayup naman! Naubos na ang oras ko sa harap ng computer. Nakalimutan ko nang kumain. What’s the meaning of this? Mas matalino pa ang gadget na ito kaysa human beings?

Parang ang bobo-bobo ng pakiramdam ko. Grabe! Contacts lang itong inaayos ko, halos labasan na ako ng matres. What more those programmers? Bilib ako sa inyo. Talagang di ko talent ang mga bagay na ganito. Ang sakit na ng ulo ko, balikat and lower back ko. I found out meron naman palang software. Voila in just two buttons, all my contacts will be transferred. My phone memory is just 1000 and I have to use my SIM. Copy, cut and paste…Finish! Gabi na dinner na! I did it. Yipee!!!!

Akala yata ng mga gadgets na ito maiisahan nila ako.

I remember I need to call Ate Angeli. Scrolling down my contacts, apv, no number. Anong no number? I checked all the other entries, No number!!! No number?! Grrrrrr!Pagod na ako. Krrrriinggg! Rowena from Genesis calling. Rowena asked me why I wasn’t returning the calls or replying to the messages. Medyo galit pa sila. Kung alam lang nila ang pinagdadaanan ko para malipat ang lintik na contacts ko. Kung alam lang nila ang pagod at effort na nilalabas ko to finish my goal. Only to find out in the end, puro names lang and wala pala ang mga phone numbers. Nagmistulang guest list ang contacts ko.

Everything is going techy today. Taas ang kamay ko sa mga IT because iba rin naman pala talaga ang trabaho nila. Nasanay akong may naglilipat ng contacts ko. Masama pa ang loob ko pag sinisingil ako. Yun naman pala, dapat lang niyo ako singilin. Sa lahat ng taong tumulong maglipat ng contacts ko in the past, thank you talaga.

I hate to admit it but when our phones get too hi-tech, ergo, too complicated… ako ang nag-ha-hang!

Meron lang akong mapindot na mali, well, out of curiousity, hindi na naman gagana nang maayos ang phone.

But even with the stressful ordeal and all, I still believe that technology and gadgets make the life of humans easier. But we have to choose the right gadgets to suit our specific demands or needs.

No matter gaano ka-high tech ang mga gadgets na iyan, non-living things pa rin ito. Hindi pa rin iyan gagalaw pag walang Human Beings na pumindot ng On…Unless, meron na bang gadgets na hindi na kailangan ng living things? Oh no!!!

The value of listening

Filed under: Events, Features — admin at 8:51 pm on Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My son and I went to Tagaytay with some friends. It was the first time that my son traveled with kids his age. And yes, they were boys and not girls. He was so delighted.

Puwera drama, I got used to other kids staying away from my son. I could not blame them because they couldn’t understand a word Quentin is saying. Why should I get mad at kids who do not understand Quentin’s condition? Kids nga sila, eh.

The trip was a refreshing sight seeing Q mingle with the boys. The boys patiently spent time with him. Q talked a lot in gibberish style. The boys patiently listened and tried to understand Q. When Q noticed that they were listening, he started speaking slowly, properly to aid his new friends and avoid any form of miscommunication syndrome trauma.

To top it all, they didn’t know about Q’s condition. The boys treated him like a normal kid. Saya diva?!

The trip was my my way of trying to make up for my son’s accident.

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Last week, I decided to bring along Quentin because I only had a meeting in Genesis [the talent management company which handles my career] for the day. While in the meeting, I told the yayas to bring Q to Jollibee near the office. One important info, I had him skip class. Q wanted to go to school but I decided otherwise. I wanted to make lambing and play with him. Q’s one leg slipped the ladder and he bumped his jaw into the slide. There was a profuse bleeding when he and the yaya came rushing to me. Oo nga pala, dedma ang Jollibee and feeling nila maingay yung bata, sensya na po. I know it was an accident. I didn’t listen to my son who wanted to attend class. Ibang case din talaga ako.

Anyhow, I was observing Q the entire trip. Then, some realizations struck me.

I now understand my own mom when she used to remind me to choose my friends wisely. I now understand my mom why she pushed me to befriend the daughters of her amigas. It’s because she already knows the family and how the daughters can be of influence to me.

In fairness to my mother, wala naman siyang “mayaman iyan, iyan ang barkadahin mo” syndrome. Though she would always remind me when visiting a friend or attending a party not to double the happiness of the host. It should not be that the hosts are Happy because you came, and also Happy because you are finally leaving. She said I should not be the last visitor to leave because the host must be already tired.

Meron akong kaibigan dati na talagang ayaw na siya ng mommy ko dati pa. Bwisit na bwisit ako sa nanay ko. I couldn’t understand why she hated that friend of mine in high school. In college, we went to different universities but still maintained contact. My mom was really happy that I got separated from her. After college, we met again and helped her get a job.

But this friend caused my mother’s heartache. I didn’t listen to my mom. Now, we are all paying emotionally for the hurt she caused our family, and I am saddened that I sort of paved the way for her to do such thing. Hirap explain kung ano at paano…basta, matigas ang ulo ko, kaya heto ang result, mas malaking sakit ng ulo. I didn’t believe my mom. I wasn’t listening.

Yung mga kaibigan ko from theater, mukha po silang mga addict. Pero hindi naman sila addict, herbal lang daw minsan dati. Ang lalakas tumawa. Ang lalakas uminom. Ang lalakas din kumain. Late magsiuwi, minsan nga, sa bahay na namin natutulog. I never heard anything from my mom. As a matter of fact, my mom would join us and listen to our stories. Now I get it. Akala ko sociable ang nanay ko. She was listening to all of us because she wanted to get to know the people I hang out with.

These college friends of mine are all working and doing the job they really want to do. Some of my college friends went into mainstream television, advertising, marketing, events, producing shows, theater, teaching in colleges and universities, abroad, etc. Most of them never ceased honing their craft, be it performance or technical. Take note, mga mukhang addict at hampaslupa ang mga ito. Ngayon respetado.

Going back to Q, I just hope and pray that he becomes friends with good people. Important pala talaga ito.

(Read more… )

Sto. Niño baby

Filed under: Events — admin at 11:42 am on Monday, February 2, 2009

Joke sa akin before ang term na “hermana.” Cut to nag-hermana mayor ang mudra ko para sa Sto. Nino Feast dito sa amin…Nakakaloka! Hindi lang naman yung gastos pero yung trabaho at yung responsibility that comes with the title. Parang ninang ang pamilya namin ng buong project 6.

Sandali! Bakit nga ba kailangan mag-celebrate ng Sto. Niño? Ano ba’ng relevance? Is it merely a tradition without a basis? Yes, I was the devil’s advocate na kontra nang kontra sa nanay kong sineseryoso ang job title na “hermana.”

Biglang sinabi ng nanay ko sa gitna ng pagtatanong ko kung bakit kailangan mag-prusisyon? Hindi ba ito idolatry?

“Candy, gusto ko lang malamang mo na Sto. Niño baby ka. Nung wala akong pambayad sa hospital, yung mga devotees ng Sto. Niño at kasamahan ng Ninang mo ang tumulong sa akin.”

Wala kaming pangbayad sa hospital? Aray! Di ba mayaman si mudra noon? At ang tumulong sa amin ay mga Sto. Niño devotees? Pasok ang background music sa utak ko na, “Twinkle, twinkle little star.”

I gathered my friends in the community. We brainstormed, discussed, and researched the real meaning of the Sto. Niño. It was getting late and we couldn’t come up with anything. I heard Quentin crying, awakened from sleep through the baby monitor. I came running to check him out. The minute he felt my presence, he calmed down and went back to sleep.

Voila! That’s it! I went back to my friends and told them my realization. We are all children of God. We all have that child within us. The child always has this purity of heart, innocence, joy, and is totally dependent on their parents.

My counselor told me God always sees all of us as His beloved children. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are. We are all equally treated like we’re of the same age. Ows?! Siyempre sa utak ko lang yun. Kaya nga ang tawag Niya sa ating lahat ay “My child.” Wala namang My grandchild, My apo sa tuhod and so forth…Theme ng feast para message sent to all: Ano mang edad, baby ka ni God.

The priests might not agree? My mom might not agree? The people might find it weird. You (readers) might find it weird. Weird na kung weird. If we are going to do this, I guess we have to do it right. The truth is our helpers felt weird that every night, since the meeting, they had been cutting red stars of red stars and pasting verses. We call them “spirit lifters.” They will be given away to everyone. Paggawa ng stamp pads with the agreed theme, the drivers started making the posters in kawayan, which will be brought by the children.

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I was assigned to teach all the kids who wanted to join the parade to sing and dance inside the church before the mass. The kids really tested my patience. Ang ending, isang cheering ang nangyari. Saya naman.

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My mother was busy calling the caterer, finalizing the food, contacting the ati-atihan and etc. The main purpose of the ati-atihan was to jumpstart the fun of dancing like kids na nakakawala ng everyday stiffness. Bakit ba sila maitim? They were supposed to represent the hard workers in the field, in the boat, or those who worked under the sun. Kaya pala ang sinisigaw “hala bira, puwera pasma.” Hahaha! Nakakatawa yung puwera pasma. Hindi na yun maiintindihan ng masa and walang time mag-explain. Change na ang sinisigaw sa “Ano mang edad, baby ka ni God.”

The day itself came. Duling na ako sa pagod, hindi pa nagsisimula. Meron pang 150 kids na pakakainin at mag-peperform. The kids came from the less-fortunate areas. My greatest fear then was that Quentin, my son, would get into his tantrums when he sees me with kids, or when he sees a lot of people.

To my surprise, Quentin enjoyed the ati-atihan. Quentin enjoyed the drum beat. Oo nga pala, bata siya kaya mag-i-enjoy siya, although he always handed baby wipes to the ati-atihan people thinking they were dirty.

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I don’t really join processions. I don’t think I would ever enjoy it. But I joined this time. I had fun. I got tired. Siyempre hindi maiiwasan yung “Cindy, pa-picture.” Si Hermana nasa stage, naka-coif ang buhok at bumulong sa akin. “Good job, anak, umuwi ka na at malapit na ka nang maging of the same color with the ati-atihan.”

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I am currently doing a film for Star Cinema with Bea Alonzo and Sam Milby. Guess what my role is? I am a pre-school teacher. What a coincidence! I just had a dry run working with kids.

Want to know more about the film? That’s another entry. Till then…