Relak

Halos dalawang linggo na puro trabaho o overtime. Magkaiba yun. Maaring nagtatrabaho ka kahit wala ka sa opisina, at maaaring nag o overtime ka pero hindi ka nagtatrabaho.

Kaninang umaga, bigla nalang ako natutulala. Parang gusto ko lang basta huminto. Sa paglalakad. Sa pag-iisip. Kailangan ko huminto. Wala din naman akong hinahabol. Wala ding pupuntahan. Hinto.

Nag-eenjoy ako sa trabaho ko, lalo na sa mga katrabaho ko. Para silang hindi napapagod. Hindi naman ako napapagod sa trabaho, napapagod ako sa puyat. Sa maling time management. Sa kawalan ng exercise. Sa kakulangan sa bitamina at pahinga. Nakakapagod. Eto na naman ako sa panahon na gusto ko pihitin ang buhay ko papunta sa kung san ko to talaga pumunta.

Wala akong problema sa trabaho, kaibigan, pamilya. Kung tutuusin, napakaswerte ko sa kanila. Ang problema ko ay disiplina. Simpleng go, glow and grow diet, hindi ko masunod. At pag tumunog ang alarm clock, pinapatay ko lang. Pag-uwi ko ng bahay, haharap na ako kay Potpot, hindi para magsulat, magbasa o matuto ng mga mas kapakipakinabang na bagay, pero para mag-internet. Kung sa bagay, parang pahinga na din yun. Pero hindi naman talaga yun ang kailangan ko. Kailangan ko, disiplina. Kung paano ko hahawakan ng mahusay ang oras ko. Kulang na kulang ako sa 24 oras sa dami ng gusto kong gawin.

Kanina, nagpunta kaming Tiendesitas. Bibili dapat ako ng damit ni Potpot. At isasabay na din ang regalo para kay Ate. Birthday na nya sa martes. Pero wala yung damit na kasya kay Potpot. Ako tuloy ang napabili ng damit. Dalawang blouse na "pang-meeting" (hindi kase pang-meeting ang mga normal kong damit dahil kung hindi ito hippie o dugyot, haute cotoure ito. haha.) Bumili din ako ng vest. Trip lang. Nakiki-fad. Bumili ako ng tatlong pantalon. Isang itim, isang checkered at (drum roll) isang maong! Maong!!! Medyo nagsisisi na ako ngayon. Maganda sya. Maaliwalas. Pero maong sya. Hindi ako maong. Pero sige na nga, ganun daw talaga pag tumatanda, minsan kailangan magkompromiso.

Bumili din ako ng relo at cute na cute na wallet. Binilhan ko din si Amrei ng lalagyan ng cellphone, at si Kalai ng purse na pusa. Nagtataka nga ako bakit may pera pa ako samantalang palapit na ulit ang sweldo. Kahit paano, gumaan ang pakiramdam ko. Nakakawala talaga ng pagod gumastos, ano?

Parang pag pasko. Favorite part ko yung mamili ng panregalo. Yung nakakapagod. Tapos ibabalot. Ang sarap. Parang kanina, paikot ikot, hindi kumakain, hindi humihinto, patingin-tingin, gumagastos. Pero ok lang, paminsan minsan, masaya din ang ganito.

Isa pa pala, matapos ang ilang buwan, nakabili na ulit ako ng Sampaguita sa bata. Ang dami ng Sampaguita nya. Actually, Ilang Ilang sya. Puro. Walang halong Sampaguita. Sobra akong natuwa. Walong tali. Samantalang sa Timog area, tatlong tali lang, pareho pa ng halaga. Ang saya saya ko talaga gusto ko ngang bumili pa. Kaso naglakad na palayo yung bata.

Sulit naman yung pagod at puyat ng mga nakakaraang araw. Nabawi naman sya ng mga pangyayari nitong huling apat na oras. Simple, pero nakakarelak.

Pag gising mo

nandyan ako. sorry hindi ako nakakadalaw. pero lagi kita pinagdadasal.

Please Don't be Sad, Dad

Daddy has a frail heart condition. Last March, he was hopitalized three times for acute stroke. He shouldn't be worried or sad. That's why after he got out of the hospital, we (my family and I) took him to Puerto Galera to relax, even for just three days. Renting the house was P10,000 a day but that surely made him think not of his condition. And on May, we went on a vacation in Baguio. An annual family thing. There he was smiling again. Fooling around in front of the camera.

He never had to go to the hospital again, save for minor check ups and medication. On August 02, his younger brother, Tito Roger who's based in Pampanga died. Of heart attack. I was worried he would be sad and weeping. On August 9, we went out for a lunch with my Bayaw's family. Then we went bowling. I had the chance to ask him about Tito Roger's death. He seemed calm and taking it lightly. I was relieved.

At 6 PM today, my Mom sent me an SMS saying Tita Let, Daddy's younger sister, died. Of heart attack too. She was hospitalized on Thursday. Mommy said she couldn't tell Daddy that Tita let has passed away. Because Daddy had been worrying about it and even felt kind of sick today. Tita Let and Daddy were closer as siblings.

I'm so worried Daddy would feel really sad about this. When he is emotionally stressed, he becomes physically weak too. True enough, the heart feels pain. Physically and emotionally. I hope Mommy could get a good timing to tell Daddy. And I hope everything works out just fine.

Daddy, please don't be sad. Please :'(

Basketball sa Banyo

Sinubukan kong gumamit ng laptop sa banyo namin sa opisina, ang hirap pala. Wala ako mapatungan, nilapag ko tuloy sya sa sahig. Ang hirap naman mag-type ng nakayuko. At nakaupo sa trono, habang naglalabas ng... sama ng loob. Subukan kong tutunin na mag-type na gamit ang paa?

Sinubukan kong gumamit ng laptop sa banyo namin sa opisina, ang hirap pala. Eh pano pa kaya yung basketball sa banyo?

Tara was on TV

Hix sent me a link to a youtube video:

http://www.gmanews.tv/largevideo/latest/28150/Parents-of-Tara-Santelices-comatose-holdup-victim-ask-Arroyo-for-help

Of course it was news, about the case. And the plea for help.

But I was so happy to see Tara looking like Tara again. Sabi kase ng mga friends na pumasok sa ICU nung nasa ICU pa si Tara: pula yung mata nya, parang madaming dugo na nagka-clot, pati benda nya may dugo, tas purple na yung ibang parts ng face nya - syempre yun ang pinakabugbog kase dun yung impact. Pero nung nakita ko sya kanina sa TV, ang saya talaga, wala na siyang benda, wala nang pula-pula sa mukha nya. Nung nakita ko sya kanina, mas nakita ko ang pag-asa :)

How's Tara?

Reposted from http://jaaac.multiply.com/journal/item/88/


September 1, 2008

Dear Everyone,

Tara

After almost two weeks of being sick, I was able to visit Tara last Friday. Although I dropped by the Sunday before, I didn't get to see her 'cause Tita Anne won't let me in. I had cough and colds. So, when I came in the room last Friday, surprise surprise. Tara can open her eyes already! Actually only her right eye 'cause her left eye is sore (well, it's red). Whenever Cheska, Rina or I made movements or talked loudly, she'd open her right eye and move it to where the sound or movement was coming from. She also yawned too! Cheska also told me that when the doctor would press on her feet, Tara would feel tickled. That's a good sign too.

Great improvement from the last time I saw her when her head was wrapped in bandages and her eyes were covered with patches. Her gunshot wounds (entry and exit) were already closed, stitched up by the doctors. They're checking if she can breathe on her own. They're also considering home care.

Storm the heavens with prayers!

Family and Friends

I only know so little of how Tara's family and Joee are doing. Her family is always at her side. Other times Tito Larry and Tita Anne are busy taking care of paperwork and financial stuff. Lila and Gitta are busy with school too. I haven't seen or talked to Joee for the past two weeks since she got sick and she was busy with her finals and her thesis. Relatives stay with Tara during the night. Friends, friends of family, friends of friends and parents of friends drop by from time to time.

Donations

Donations are still being graciously accepted. Again, the bank account is under Anne Marie F. Santelices, Banco de Oro, SA 2140-06220. On Wednesday (September 3), it'll be her fourth week in Medical City so you could just imagine (or cannot imagine) how much the medical bill is already. Thanks to people from Canada who sent money through Rica (Caoyonan). I have deposit slips but I don't know the exact amount of donations so far. Ate Malaine (Joee's sister) also has money from gigs. RockEd too has been raising money for Tara. A lot of other people too are organizing gigs and stuff. Just make sure not to sensationalize what happened. I hope sincerity remains intact. Peace.

Case

Regarding the case, I only get updates from my friend Cha Ilagan, who's the daughter of Mayor Mon Ilagan of Cainta. She's regularly updated by Col. Torrecampo, Cainta's Chief of Police, who's handling the case. I don't know though if I can disclose details but just to be safe, there's progress. Even though things aren't moving as fast as we would like it to be, there's progress. I guess we should appreciate that. Cha also told me that they have already submitted a proposal to allot some amount for Tara from the city budget to help with the medical bill. She's also trying to solicit funds from other Cainta officials. And according to Tita Anne, when a DZRH DJ called up the mayor's office on air, it was promised that the municipality is working on the street lighting. Let's just hope and pray it'll happen soon because similar incidences happened again after what happened to Tara.

Petition

And while I'm writing this, I also checked on the online petition (http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/justice-for-tara-santelices.html). There are 6171 signatures already, which is something we can feel good about. Although some comments are a bit off/foul/annoying/unnecessary, I guess we should be glad that people are becoming aware of what happened to Tara and what should be done about it. I don't personally know Tito Larry's friend, Chito Iriga, who created the petition so I don't know what the next step will be. Maybe someone can print the 6000+ signatures and show it to people who can help with the funds or with the case (aka people in government, people in media, people who are rich haha). Justice is such a grand thing to demand from people but little ways, individual efforts, small acts of kindness go a long way. If you can do something, do it. If you know someone who can help, ask that someone to help. MAKE THINGS HAPPEN.

Visiting

If you want to come and visit her, just ask me through text the room number. I'm not sure if I can publicly announce the room she's staying in but visitors are always welcome. Just make sure you're free from sickness, not coughing, not sneezing. Also, if you're commuting come before 10pm because security at the Medical City is strict.

Thank You

Hmm, that's it. Let's keep on praying for Tara, for her family, for more generous people, for the case to be solved, for everyone's safety and for malicious rumors to die down. Thanks to all those who have visited Tara, given money, attended gigs, spread positive information, forwarded messages, signed the petition and prayed for Tara's recovery. And to loosely quote Ms. Abaya (our 3rd year CLE teacher), we can become the answers to our own questions. Many of us ask why this happened, where the criminal is, what Cainta is doing about it, where the money will come from--an infinite amount of questions. Let's become Answers. Let's make things happen.

Repost

I wrote this blog entry after having been asked through text countless times "How's Tara?" Although I'm always glad to share good news to friends and strangers, I guess it's more practical to write an update since no one has heard anything from anyone for a long time (online at least). You can repost this if you want or post a link to this entry. The circle is not exclusive. :) This is my very best attempt to update everyone. I'm sorry in advance if there are minor details that I've left out or misinterpreted.

I'm keeping the faith, how about you?

Mucho dandruff,
Jac


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The first paragraph made me so darn happy. Ang galing diba? Ang galing talaga. =)