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MUM, upon hearing that I had a doctor's appointment this Wednesday: Bring your yaya!

ME: What for?

MUM: Just so you have kasama. She can bring your bag for you and stuff.

Things to know: I am 32 years old. Currently pregnant, and deemed "high-risk" by my OB-GYNE. Hence my mum's insistence that I bring my yaya, who, for all intents and purposes, is only my yaya in the sense that she nannies everyone in the family, and not just me.

Still, the thought of me bringing my yaya to my doctor's appointment filled me with such dread (what will people say?!?) that I quickly reassured Mommy Dearest that I was capable of carrying my own handbag without risking Baby, and that I would be picking up The Husband on the way to the hospital.

Seriously. Five years from now, I can completely imagine Mum yelling "Hold your yaya's hand when you cross the street!", and Baby and I will automatically do so.

* tsakiwaki made kwento @ 6/27/2011 06:56:00 PM

Friday, June 24, 2011

i love reese's peanut butter cups. and one day, when i'm not feeling lazy, i fully intend to attempt this recipe.

i'm drooling, just thinking about it.

* tsakiwaki made kwento @ 6/24/2011 04:10:00 PM

Monday, June 20, 2011

over the weekend, i lost a colleague and a friend.

i didn't so much lose her as in misplaced her, or even had a fight with her and yelled things at her like "i hate you! i never want to see you again!" or anything of that sort. i lost her in the most terrible way - i lost her because someone brutally decided to take her away from a world that was so much brighter by having her in it.

we weren't superfriends, not really. but we were the kind of friends that, if we came across each other, would eagerly say hullo and spend at least ten minutes playing catch up. when we still worked together, meals were shared, confidences exchanged, secrets whispered. it had been around three years since i saw her last, but i never figured that the last time i saw her in the grocery would be the last.

the details are vague and sorely lacking. she'd been waiting for her boyfriend last saturday at around 630ish, and that was it, that was the last post she made on fb. then, come sunday, the shocking news report that her body was found, hogtied, bloodied, and stabbed 26 times all over. 26 times. like whoever behind it took a perverse delight in brutalizing her.

i thik about it, and i still shake my head. like this can't be real. that this sort of thing can't happen, not to someone i know, not to someone who was such a scrappy little fighter and lover of life. and i cry for the children and family she left behind.

most of all, though, i cry for her. i worry about how our authorities and justice system will not be good enough to find the assholes responsible for this and bring them to justice.

in filipino superstition, if someone dies from a crime, and the ones responsible are nowhere to be found, a chick is placed on the coffin of the victim. the pecking of the chick on the glass is supposed to peck on the conscience of the murderer as well. does it work? who knows. crimes come and go in this country - and usually, only the high-publicity ones get prioritized.

rest in peace, my friend. i hope and pray you get the justice that you deserve.

* tsakiwaki made kwento @ 6/20/2011 05:01:00 PM

Thursday, June 09, 2011

just because i find this fascinating, and i know i'm bound to forget about it the moment something sparkly catches my attention, i am blogging to remind myself that i find these two pages awesome:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/25-everyday-things-you-never-knew-had-names
and
http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/25-acronyms-you-never-stopped-to-figure-out

of course, with the way that i've been so bored lately, i just may turn away from my comic books and hp marathons (both books and movies) and start blogging again.

maybe.

* tsakiwaki made kwento @ 6/09/2011 08:09:00 PM