Sunday, June 19, 2011

Life's melody




We wanted to have 3 or maybe 4. But as God would have it, we just had one. No regrets there. Still blessed. Life has been melodious, full of fortissisimos as much as there have been pianissimos and espressivos.

At seven months inside of me you were kicking to the beat of Beauty and the Beast's Be Our Guest! The following day, I had to reassure the OB-GYN that you were perfectly fine despite her not being able to hear a heartbeat. I should have recognized the first sound you made 2 months later...that was not a baby's cry; it was your first attempt at singing! When you were 6 months old, you would "rock" to the beat of pop songs.

And so it has been, these past 19 years. You have grown beautifully, like a variety of songs of diverse genres...soulful and loving like the ballads, fierce (just sometimes) like Beethoven's conciertos, graceful as Mozart's waltzes, heartwarming like the standards, and upbeat like the pop songs.

You have your Daddy's funny nature, wisdom and talent. You are your mother's daughter; you're my spittin' image (much to your discomfort, I guess) and I suppose you have my "strength" of character as well - as we are slowly discovering :) Balance these as you begin your last year as a teen. I shall continue to pray for your good health, safety and protection as much as I pray for your wisdom and kind nature.

Dearest Anna, continue to compose your life with melodies and lyrics that would please God and yourself. Belt out your best and sing to your heart's delight!

Happy birthday, langga!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Turning Silver in the City of Golden Friendship

You welcomed me, took me in, made me one of your own. It was not difficult to adapt to you. So simple and uncomplicated then; humdrum even. Somehow, I felt right at home as home was similar to you. Time does more than just fly, I guess. It is ages since I came, and yet I can recall every bit of memory from that epic day, the 28th of May, 25 years ago and all those times that have helped make me the person that I am now.

A day after my parents' 25th wedding anniversary, I flew to what has been known as the City of Golden Friendship. With just my gradeschool classmate's (the former Gay Pimentel Hojas) generous offer to help me settle in, I excitedly began my journey. Having very few options in my hometown for a teaching job, I decided to venture out of it as I wanted to teach what I majored in. The only other school that offered Development Communication was Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan. And so I braved having to fly the coop and explore what life had to offer, far from the comforts of home and family.

I was excited, but was also naturally anxious. A lot had happened since May 28, 1986. A new life bloomed.

I miss the Cagayan de Oro of 25 years ago. One can get from one point to another in more or less 5-10 minutes. Traffic was made up of 2 cars, 1 PU minica, 3 jeepneys, & 2 motorelas. One could reach Carmen from Divisoria via the ubiquitous motorela! Shopping was done either at Ororama or Gaisano in Cogon or in small boutiques. The telephone system was unlike any other! As you dialed the second of four digits, a busy tone came on - such efficiency! ;) That was cross bar, the forerunner of Misortel (or Samsung, as most old-timers would say).

I would walk from my boarding house (2nd floor of Cinco Bldg. along Gomez St., across Wanda's Beauty Salon) to Xavier U. I miss my "first CDO family" - Panky & Badette Cortejos and their kids. Badette managed her own dress shop, one which she inherited from her Mama Nene Gamonez. I remember being scolded by my Associate Dean, Mrs. Thelma Zablan for reporting for work in jeans, shirt and "pam" (pump) shoes (rubber shoes). I was often mistaken for a student! (Yes, my weight was in the double digits, 25 yrs. ago!) So my dear mother sent me several cuts of cloth which Badette creatively designed and sewed. She even went so far as to teach me how to use make-up, and voila! Ms. Ignacio had a great make-over!

Weekends were spent scouring Gaisano or Ororama for odds and ends. Or I had stay overs at my co-teachers' apartment at Dolores-Tiano. Sisters Chona, Ating and Layloy Echavez and their fellow Bol-anons Tita Cayme & Ellen Pantollana would welcome me during the week-ends. We'd have karaoke sessions or beach outings with fellow Aggie Faculty Jojo Murro, Floro Dalapag, Lope Tabil, Alex Jayna & Danny Paduano. Sometimes, other Aggie associates would join us - Mayette Rivera, Tootsie Besinga, Clark Clarete, & Lillian Occena. Other friends Jojo Ortiz, Ngengen Batoctoy & Nancy Chiu would also take part in the fun. When a good movie was on, we'd troop to either Kairo or Roket Theater and our former College Dean Fr. Tony Ledesma, SJ (now the Archbishop of CDO) would gamely treat us to ice-cream or lomi afterwards; of couse, after the movie analysis session.

Other friendships were made over the years. Especially those with my co-teachers and my former colleagues at Northern Mindanao Devt. Bank, where I worked after my academic stint at XU, and with my Tapok Family.

Can it be that it was all so simple then...I miss Sesame's burgers and Paolo's pizza, and (much later) Consuelo's sizzling spaghetti! Blueberry (I think the first coffee shop in CDO) had the best specialty cakes. If you were lucky, the very charming Becky Tamparong would say hello and guide you in choosing from her yummy, delectable desserts.

It was in CDO that I had my firsts.

My first job was at XU-Ateneo de Cagayan. But my one great first was meeting and marrying my first and true love, Gani. And then I had my other first (which, as God would have it, turned out to be the only) - my baby Anna Fides Celine.

However, my first encounter with "motherhood" was when I had the joyful (and challenging!) babysitting dates with the Delgado kids - Joelo, Alexys, Miggy and Frits (children of my godbrother, and then boss and mentor, Guido and his wife Joy Delgado). They gave me a foretaste of motherhood. From their infancy to their toddler years, intermittent, though they were, my babysitting dates would either be to accompany Joy, or in her and Guido's absence, the yayas, in minding the babies. I never regretted having had just one baby, my Anna. There have been 4 others, after all.

A few years after I came to CDO, my brother Mike Ignacio and sister Concon joined me to also start their lives here. My parents eventually settled down to join us. Mike married Grace Basilan and now have kids Miggy and Pia; Concon has been catering (Country Flavor) for more than 15 years now. And then a sad note...Daddy passed on last year, 1 year before their golden wedding anniversary wich would have been on May 27, 2011.

And so now, although I see regrettable, unfortunate, disappointing things in CDO (the traffic, the chaos, the lack of discipline, the complacency and everything else that slows down the City's progress) - I really can't help but be grateful to her for making me one of her own.

I did more than just settle down in CDO. I built my life here.

It has been 25 years since I first came. And life has been good.

Friday, January 14, 2011

You don't bring me flowers anymore...



The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.
~ Elisabeth Foley


You used to bring me flowers. You never failed. Always, on both anniversaries, January 15 and April 14 - a bouquet of sweet-smelling roses with a lovingly written note would be found on the bed, on the dining table, in your hand. I thought it was sweet of a boyfriend and later, a husband to never miss giving flowers to his wife not just on their wedding anniversary but on their friendship anniversary.

But last year you forgot! I was hoping to wake up today to the sweet smell of roses but there was not a single one in the house!

You don't bring me flowers anymore....I should be sad. But really I'm not.

Because you constantly bring the sunshine in with your funny jokes (and corny ones!)...
You brighten up our hum-drum days with your rich baritone, singing my favorite songs...
You lighten my load with your unceasing support and encouraging words...
You patiently put up with everything that's annoying and unlikeable about me....
You honestly tell me what you think of me and my ideas...
You comfort me when I am down...
You give me tight hugs and warm embraces even when they are not expected...
You always tell me, on a daily basis, that you love me and all other things that make you love me...
You inspire me with your faith in God and in humanity...
You are not Mr. Perfect, but you are Mr. Right!

You may not have brought me flowers these past two (friendship) anniversaries but I'm not complaining. I am not even disappointed. The flowers may be a good punctuation mark to our story and the splash of color to the memory of our love. But it can never match the blessing that you are to me.

Flowers do brighten my day. But you light up my life!

I love you, Gani!

Monday, January 10, 2011

Just being

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
Euripides

Monday....no rain. In fact, it was a bright sunny day, this part of the world.

After breakfast, I decided to laze for a bit and watch EAT. PRAY. LOVE. Lovely movie! Valuable lessons there. Then I decided to spend the rest of the day with my best friend. It is not unusual that I would, as we are almost always together, whether we're working or not.

But today turned out to be a really nice day for me and my best friend. Nothing awesome. No fancy resto, no shopping spree. Ate lunch at some new diner which was a fiasco as the food was nothing to exclaim about, except negatively. Paid bills. Bought a few items from the supermarket while my best fiend got a back massage at the barber shop. Then we headed home. So how come it was a "really nice day?"

I guess because we just let ourselves and things be. We laughed and joked the whole time. And every chance we got, we held hands. Comfortable in each other's company. No busted tempers, no annoying comments. Nice. Sweet.

I'd like to have more of this kind of day.

Thank you, Gani! You made my day!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Hot chocolate is not white!

Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does. ~William James



It was the perfect day to order a steaming cup of chocolate drink. After lunch on a rainy, cold Monday in January, my family and I decided to drop by a coffee shop. Glad to finally get in from the rain, we excitedly ordered hot chocolate, imagining sipping slowly the dark brown liquid, foamy and rich, with maybe a topping of marshmallows or cream with a swirl of chocolate syrup.

To our great disappointment, our cups were served, not steaming at all...worse, the whitish creamy liquid looked and tasted more like milk laced with what seemed like chocolate. They had to be taken back. But we were served with basically the same look and taste the second time! By then, our hopes of ever savoring hot chocolate on that cold January afternoon were foiled! "But this is how we make our hot choco: fresh milk with two teaspoons of chocolate powder!" the store manager explained. No matter. Their recipe for the drink would in no way ever create even just a shadow of what it ought to look and taste like.

The consolation to it all was that the manager did not argue with us or insisted on some store policy that would have turned us off all the more, We were offered another item as compensation for the disappointing service. Not bad as a compensatory act.

But hotchocogate was not about us being demanding and difficult. We were neither. It was simply a matter of how the proprietors of the store failed to create a concoction whose simple and common recipe could be modified but whose basic taste must be retained.

A lot of times, establishments forget that their customers have perceptions and expectations which must either be met at the least, or exceeded.

Deliver what you promise!