Sunday, November 30, 2008

NCP @ Subic

Since I wasn't able to go with Os and Roselle to Zamboanga City, I decided to join the Nikon Club Philippines in their model photo shoot @ Subic, Olongapo City, Zambales. These set photos, though, are landscapes and sceneries lang taken at the Waterfront near Dady Ed's Bar, Subic Bay Yatch Club, and Mangrove Graveyard. I have yet to photoshop the photos I took of the models. (Paano kaya gawin 'yun?)

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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Avilon Zoo

Here's the second part of the Saturday shoot with the Nikon Club of the Philippines members at the Avilon Zoo in Rodriguez, Rizal.

C&Cs are welcome :-)

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Wawa Dam

Joined the NCP for an early call time, 4:30am (shooting ba itu ng TVC?), to have a sunrise shoot at Wawa Dam.

Wawa naman kami sa Wawa Dam. Di na nga sumilip ang Haring Araw, ang dami pang manong na naningil ng kung anuanu-anong fees!!! Grrr...

But despite these letdowns, it was still a great morning shooting with the NCP members.

Larger photos are in my Multiply site:

Monday, November 3, 2008

What a Way to Start the Week

I bring my son to school every morning for his 7am class. Usually, I would go straight to work, with or without something to work on that needed early attention. I just like being at work earlier than most people and enjoying my quiet little time to check personal e-mails, update and be updated on the different social networking sites that I belong to, drink coffee without having to rush it, etc.

Working on 3 different projects right now meant that by 9am, my phones will start ringing (eh, 2 pa mobile phones ko!), e-mails about work will start pouring in, co-workers will start talking with you about work or whatever, and a gazillion things about this and that will have to be done right away.

So, when I got to work at exactly 7:30am, I went on with my usual routine. Took out my mug from my locker, went to the pantry and made my coffee. Went back to my table, pulled out my laptop from my bag and... Geez! I froze! Where the hell is my power cord?!

Waaahhhhh!!!! I left it at home!!!

Maybe my battery will last until my brother could bring my power cord here in Makati. So, I called up home hoping he has a meeting somewhere in Makati this morning. But I was out of luck. He doesn't have any meeting.
No choice.

I got my sling bag, made one last look at my coffee, and left the office.

It took a few minutes before I could get a cab. When I finally got into one, rain suddenly poured. Whew! Close call. Since it was still a bit early, it only took 20 minutes for me to get to my place. I asked the cab driver if it was okay for him to go back to Makati later, he politely declined saying that traffic will be worse by the time we go back. Yup, I have to stress politely because not many drivers will decline the way he did. Ok, no problem.

As soon as I got my power cord, I left the house and hoped that a sidecar (de padyak) would be somewhere out on the street so I can go to the main road faster. There was none. And if all bad luck really comes in three, the rain suddely poured. Grrr...

I got to the main road and waited for a cab. It was already 8am and by this time, cabs are really choosy especially if your destination is Makati. A jeepney pulled in front of me. Hayyy, eto na lang. So I went back to work in the same route and modes of transportation I usually take every morning. That's 3 jeepney rides, 1 tricycle ride and 1 block to walk to.


When I got to my table, I looked at my comfort drink and hoped it was still warm enough to really comfort me. Syempre, it was not. Frustrated, I went back to the pantry and made myself a new mug of coffee.

Kainis! What a way to start my week!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Of Life, Death and Hearing Aids

I was meaning to write the first part of this entry a couple of weeks ago... But since work started to get in the way, writing about a death in the family was pushed to the back of my priorities. Until another family member died...

- O -

Two weeks ago, I got a call from my second cousin looking for my mom. My mom wasn't at home at that time so I just got her message. My 'Ta Rosie (Mom's cousin) was rushed to the United Doctors' Medical Center due to high blood, pnuemonia, diabetis, etc. Too many complications.

When my Mom arrived, she called my second cousin immediately to know exactly what appened (since I'm so useless for family stuff like this). My aunt was already in a critical condition solely dependent on a life support system. My Mom rushed to the hospital. 'Ta Rosie was her nearest relative here in Manila, and probably closest na rin as we've lived in the same street for more than 30 years.

When my Mom got home from the hospital, we finally had a clear picture of how serious 'Ta Rosie's condition was, even the cost of staying in an ICU and the medicines needed every 3 hours or so. My Mom started calling relatives in Bohol, Davao and in the States to inform them of this bad news.

By nighttime, my second cousin called my Mom again. They were asking my Mom to decide if they should pull the plug or not. Odd really, because at that point in time, my Mom was the farthest relative my 'Ta Rosie had. The decision to pull the plug should really come from 'To Rudy (the husband) and the children. But obviously, it was a hard decision for them to make. My Mom, also, cannot decide at all. The next few minutes were spent on the phone crying.

Don't grieve for me. I didn't cry. I have always been "indifferent" with death, causing me to think that there might be something seriously wrong with me. When my Lola Naling died a few months ago, I felt no sadness, I shed no tears. I blamed it on the fact that since she lived in the States and came here to Manila for short vacations, we never became close. But 'Ta Rosie was a close relative. I grew up frequenting their house which was a just a few meters away from us. Still, I felt quite normal.

The one that bothered me most was how my cousins were having a hard time deciding to pull the plug or not. I even saw it from my Mom. Being the tactless and insensitive creature that I am, I turned to my son and said: "Francis, listen. If other people will ask you this question (without telling or explaining to him what the question was), you tell them YES! Understand?" "Opo," was his reply even if he didn't understand what we were talking about. I just hope that when he grows up, and able to discuss things like this, he will understand why I want him to say yes.

To make the long story short, the family decided to pull the plug. My aunt held on to dear life for more than 12 hours before finally giving her last breath. I only went to the wake twice, for just a few hours. But it was enough to see how 'Ta Rosie's death affected 'To Rudy's condition. He looked gravely thin and he seemed to be in such a frail condition.

- O -

In all the commotion that a sudden death brings to a family, my Mom was the one diligently updating relatives from all parts of the country, and even the world. And even if she was worried to be the one to announce to her aunt, my Lola Dading, that 'Ta Rosie died, she found an effective way of telling her, without causing another death in the family. (Hehehe!) Of course, it wasn't easy. Not only was it emotionally difficult to say it, but to do it a soft manner while shouting....? Confused? Lola Dading can't hear quite well anymore. Quite well... Hmmm... She recognizes a few words but it's really difficult to let a sentence pass through her.

- O -

A few days ago, we got a call again from our cousins informing us that 'To Rudy was rushed in Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital. He constantly needed blood transfusion and our cousins were asking us to donate blood as a form of payment to the blood they're getting from the hospital.

Sorry for being so insensitive, but I jokingly told my Mom, "Ano ba naman si 'To Rudy, di pa nga nakakarecover mga anak n'ya eh... Di pa nga tapos magbayad sa ospital at sa punerarya."

But even though I joked about the current scenario, it was also a clear indication of how true love ends... it never ends. Naks! We can look at it as 'Ta Rosie wanting 'To Rudy to be with him, or 'To Rudy not wanting to live a life without 'Ta Rosie. Whatever it may be, I found it romantic.

Today, November 1, 'To Rudy died.

- O -


My Mom immediately called Lola Dading in Bohol. While crying, she was shouting over the phone so Lola Dading can hear what she had to say. Remember, my Lola Dading is almost deaf. When you hear my Mom shouts over the phone, it becomes so irritating. She keeps on repeating her words, getting louder with each and every word. My brother and I were telling her to talk with other people in Bohol. But Lola Dading was all alone at the house.

My Mom finally gave up. She'll just have to call her later when she thinks that other companions at her house have arrived. Before putting down the phone, my Mom heard Lola Dading said in a very Boholano tone: "Bilhan mo ng ensyor si Ro-de."

And my Mom burst into a laughter while she cried.

- O -

Mommy: Francis...

Mokong: Yes? (Looking up from his gameboy)

Mommy: Pag ganyan na si Mommy, bilhan mo naman ako ng hearing aid ha...

Mokong: Ok. Ano yun?