Friday, November 27, 2009

The Wish Notebook part 2


For sure Addy won't be pleased to see this published, but I'm posting it just the same, maybe for a limited time hehe Baka mahuli ako!

We don't have magazines on hand to cut pictures from. So she made drawings instead.

Here are her wishes so far:

I wish we have 1 billion pesos.


The square is for ticking granted wishes.


I wish that I won't cough anymore






I wish the money was made of fake paper even the kids can make


(Addy likes to make her own play money, including coins that were drawn on paper and cut into tiny circles.)


The Food Holder and The Broken Pencil


I wish my invention was true



I wish I have a magic TV.




1st you put a CD...

2nd you wait for it
3rd you go in it
4th you're in


The magic TV has been her wish since she was 4 years  old

I asked her why she didn't draw a house. She told me that it's included in the One Billion peso-wish.

Sabi ko sa sarili ko, ay, better if separate pa 'yon! hahaha abusado.

More wishes to come. (True.)


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Wish Notebook

Since typhoon "Ondoy", we've camped at my Tita's house at cutesy Ayala Ferndale Homes in Quezon City.  One night as I lay in bed with Addy, I asked her a question.

Me:  Addy do you miss our room at Provident Village?


Addy: [thinks] But there are spiders in the house....  and water splatters on my face because the faucet is not fixed...


Me: So you don't miss it?


Addy: Umm...can we have a house here at Ferndale?


Me: Haha, it's so expensive here! We can't afford it! Why don't you wish for one na lang?


Addy: But wishes don't come true!

(Oops! What did we *not* give her that made her think that way? Ayan na naman, na-guilty ang mother hehe)


Me: Well, some wishes do. Only it takes some time before they come true.


(Addy looks far and thinks. I continue...)


Me: Some people paste pictures of the things they like on a notebook...


Addy:  ...and the wish fairy takes a look at them?


Me:  Yup! But like I said, the fairy can't grant all of them at once.


Addy: I know! It's because the wish fairy is just training and learning to use her wand so it takes a long time before she can give some wishes.

Me: [to myself:  whew. hay salamat!]


Addy: Okay Mama, can you buy me a notebook at National Bookstore? I want to make my own wish notebook!


And here it is:




Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wiped Out


Typhoon "Ondoy" wiped out my video files, pictures, memorabilia last Sept 26 :(

I am still hoping I'd be able to recover some of them. I know, it's going to be a desperate attempt to retrieve archival stuff, especially if you saw for yourself the creamy mud that the disaster left behind. It didn't spare cracks, spaces and even seals!

The day after the flood, I told myself I'd have to delete this blog and remove "nostalgia" from my vocabulary. There were just so many things that I've kept all these years that I had to throw away. My journals, yearbooks, photo albums, Betsy Clark stationery, grade school Hello Kitty trinkets that I got from Book Stop Greenhills in the 70s, cards, letters, concert tickets, video tapes, and a whole lot more. Wala ng senti-senti, nosta-nostalgia. It will only prevent me from detaching and will leave a pile of muddy, moldy, smelly things at that I probably won't touch anyway. It eats up bag ladies like me and fills up storage space with collections that I might just have to painfully throw again when the next disaster comes (knock on wood). Ayoko na.

Now, almost two months later, here I am trying to connect to the past and looking for souvenirs... or things that I was supposed to have scanned or video captured and posted on this inactive blog. Of course, aside from all my precious homevideo files, there's this footage of Janice de Belen saying God was with her and Aga, the Nailclippers singing Billie Jean on Discorama, grade school photos of my classmates at the canteen and dusty kickball field at St. Paul Pasig, . Most are gone, or there at Provident, rinsed post-Ondoy but probably being eaten up by mold and moisture by now.