Hello everyone…took a moment just to say it’s nearly New Year and we’ve been lighting up the scene here at home already with bangs, pops, crackles and what not. I realized I was quite eye weary of dark New Year’s eve photos so I took some photos as one would on default at night…then saw it differently…
This is so me, looking on the brighter side of things. This year was a very tough year for me emotionally, but God has always been faithful and I need to see that more and trust in his day to day goodness and compassion. I love Him to bits…though He can’t ever be…bits (ahem). I still love how fireworks truly light the sky…but I just wanted to do a different take. Happy New Year to you all :) I’ve been thinking about an idea that’s been swimming in my brain just for January… The B.O.M.B. awards aka the Best of My Bag awards. You heard it first here :) Happy New Year!!
I’m sorry I’ve been away long from the blog. Just finished manning our free family booth of pre-owned apparel at the Bargain Hunt Bazaar which was from July 27-29, 10am-10pm in Libis, and I live in Laguna, so you can imagine how tired I am even if I had a way to get there and people helping. I’m sure it’s a lazy, gray Monday for many of you as well since the weather, it seems, is forbidding people to leave home. To those of you who are at work, I sympathize. Stay safe. To put more people at ease I’ve decided to post lovely, recent, fluffy photos of Cloud taken by Dad who has always been an intuitive photographer. You should see his older candid photos of Mom, may “aww” factor. Though today’s weather is aversive to some, Cloud quite likes it .
Regarding the bazaar, the Pang Gang (Pangilinan family) banded together and we contributed portions of pre-loved clothes, bags, and shoes to sell since I was awarded a free booth. Because every family in the clan has their own life schedule set in place it was pretty challenging to track down and secure the stuff to sell, and there were even welcome contributions arriving during the bazaar itself, but all were totally willing and supportive. I super understood that there was added difficulty because it’s no longer summer and many of my cousins are pretty much held captive in school (MOM’S CLAN: 9 married siblings w/ kids, I’m the eldest of 28 cousins). Hey, guess what, though, the event itself didn’t do so well because of the downpours but my booth was a hit surprisingly not with people coming through admissions, but with the security guys, maintenance staff, and the concessionaires themselves who were permanently there for 3 whole days!
Agnes, dad’s former exec assistant now freelances doing administrative duties and logistics for events. I pulled her on board because she was always our garage sale queen, full of good sense and know-how when it comes to clearance sales.
Some of the guards, my prized “suki”s, would return to the booth more than 5x a day for 3 whole days (suspects reselling), so you can imagine how safe and secure our booth was. Some buyers actually thought I had a store (pensive) and they liked that many of the pre-owned clothes were laundered, some even ironed, and I knew exactly who owned them. Since my booth was free I dropped the prices down to “ukay” glory because I could and in order to help our clan de-clutter. So today is rest day for me after 3-days of fun-filled stress and puyat. I haven’t exercised though in 3 days thanks to this so I better get back onto my exercise mat stat, from the Latin word statum, meaning IMMEDIATELY.
I pulled out one of the photo files I took when I was in Singapore last year, almost forgetting I wanted to share it with you guys, well, almost. I spotted a delightful pair of tiny tots on board the train, I think I was bound for Orchard from Pasir Ris at the time. Their mothers were bonding heavily and they, well at least one of the two, wanted to as well. You’ll notice the girl on the right obviously has an epic tale on the table or something to say in the works and the other just gazes on wide-eyed. At one point the one on the right more dominantly reached over, but the other was not as willing to get too much into it, got shy and backed away.
I’m like the girl on the right who was pretty loud, if I meet you and begin reciting my life’s details as I would Psalm 119 it’s hard to get me to stop, I’m not rude, just in your face sooner than later, but things weren’t always like this. When I was the same age as these girls, I was quiet more often and got “invisibly” bullied a bit in school and at home (not by my folks, troubled nannies) and even had to overcome an eating disorder after being force fed and poked with a fork in the mouth. One time when I was about 3 that made me vomit and my nanny would feed me back my own vomit in anger and tears would stream down my face with all the food stuffed in my mouth. Our loving cook, who is still with us today did not like seeing me tortured during mealtimes this way and reported it to mom who just happened to be working at the time. My cousin’s nanny who loved me like her own also reported the abuse to my godmother, mom’s sister. It often took me 2 hrs to eat until I was about 7 years old and I was too kind and forgiving too tell on them people tell me now. I remember what my grandmother, Dad’s mom who lived with us, was saying over and over to me while I was crying when they evicted the last nanny (who was also abusive but close to me) “All you should think about sweetheart is it should be just you, your mommy, and your daddy now, nobody else na”. I learned to eat properly, speak up a bit more, and talk back to tyrants in highschool and college and from the time I was 10 my parents made sure I didn’t have a nanny anymore and it was such a huge load off my chest. I’m glad I was able to take this photo discreetly with my Samsung Galaxy Smartphone. In spite of it bringing back some heavy memories this was just too sweet not to capture, besides most of my life at this age was quite wonderful as well and not completely like a telenovela.