Rock and Roll Lives

Last Sunday while inserting some quality family time before I go to work I was lounging on our bed contemplating what to cook for lunch on a Sunday. My son placed on of his favorite VCD's, no not porn, we had a very good talk about it his porn watching days. And I thank all of my online journal community friends for all of your advises, I followed them all and all worked. Also, would like to thank offline friends for the advices. It is not being easy being a mother and with a litle help from my friends I get by.

Going back to my post, Bruce put one of his favorite movies on, School Of Rock (John Black and Joan Cusack). During the course of the movie my son never stopped strutting with his "air guitar" and acting like a rockstar. Then, I realized at that very moment. Rock and roll never died. It lives in my heart, a 34-year old woman and it also lives in the heart of my son born in hte year 2000. Rock and roll will never die.

Two of my most endeared rock and roll bands:

 

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Here are the complete pictures from Linggo ng Wika


Brusko in a Kalesa for the first time :)



Brusko with friends during the Kalesa ride


The Dance was Leron-Leron Sinta but it was entitled "Salakot"
Teacher Mai, Teacher Sharon, Teacher Ena and Ate Fely

Remembering Fonggo



To all who are close to me, you know we have a Dalmatian named Fonggo. Well he died last Sunday. Though, it was not Bruce’s first dog. It was Hotdog and she was a mix breed of Dachshound and Japanese Spitz given by long time family friend of the Dacaimats, the Laher family. Though, not a pure breed, hotdog was a beautiful dog. And it is a dog that Bruce loved so much. Well, he loved Fonggo, too but not as much. Let me tell you the story why.

I can never forget the day I brought hotdog almost three years ago. Bruce was turning two then and I was about to start my new job at People Support. If I remember correctly, that was a Sunday. I came from Tita Pinky Laher's house and peronally handpicked hotdog for Bruce. She was a cute little puppy that I held in my arms and shielded her from the sun. I grew up hating dogs. And that day I really couldn't say that I was having fun bringing this dog home to my son. Of course, for the love of mama I made the sacrifice of carrying the smelly fuzz ball (because she still cant take a bath yet) all the way home. Home was about three long blocks from Tita Pinky's house. And finally, was home and yelled for Brusko from the garage. His yaya Net-Net came from the front door with Bruce tagging along. I presented the puppy to him, and his eyes, oh I couldn't forget my son's brightly lit and very small eyes, (his eyes becomes squinty, ala Bong Revilla when he smiles :)]and the his face and the hug he gave me, "Mami, wow doggie! thank you!!!" Although, like any mischievous child Bruce was on the playful and hurtful side to hotdog. But he loved her no questions asked. And hotdog loves him equally. Despite all the physical abuse she never ever tried to bite Bruce. Here is how I found out and was able to prove it. When Fonggo came to our family.

It was through our friend Long, a Pitbull breeder that we first met Fonggo. He got him from a hard up friend for Php 1,500 with papers. It is real cheap for a Dalmatian breed and Fonggo was even handsome than the 1001 Dalamtians. He was from Australia. Dan loved Fonggo at first sight. His fur, his spots and his affection. We later found out that Fonggo's former owners was a mother and son crack-addicts team. So, since his owners do not eat and sleep everyday because of crack addiction, he also did not eat and sleep and he was also maltreated ever since he was born. And finally, just for them to be able "score" some crack they sold Fonggo to our friend Long for that amount. Now, Fonggo was beginning to be a threat with the Pitbulls. Yeah, ironic isn't it? He bit one of Long's prized Pitbulls. It was time for Fonggo to go. So, after long negotiations Fonggo was sold to us for Php 1,000. Dan was so happy when he brought Fonggo home. Bruce was not so happy and punch him on the side. Fonggo is a loving and submisive dog. He craves for attention, love and pampering. So, whenever Bruce maltreats him he never become defensive. No, remember hotdog? Bruce's first dog? She was not that happy she would also try to pick a fight with Fonggo. And hotdog had an ally with Brusko. But Fonggo and Hotdog soon became friends. and the fights became playtime. Up until when we transfered to a small apartment. Well it was small compared toour first house. The dogs were messy in the house so I would ask Net-net Brusko's yaya to tie them both at the back of the kitchen. Then the freak accident happened. Since they always in a playful mood their leashes were tangled and Fonggo's leg came in tanggled with Hotdog's collar. It must have been painful for him while Hotdog was slowly choking. By instinct he was biting Hotdog's collar that also contained his neck or his jugular vein. I couldn't control the chaos and for the first time Fonggo was venemous to me--whom he used to be very scared. Hotdog was not giving up her life that easy she also fought with Fonggo but for her life as well. Slowly, I saw her life leave her tired body. And when the last breathe left her it was so sad that both dogs became loose from their entanglement. Fonggo suddenly came back to his old self and realized his best pal was killed, by himself. After the most unfortunate incident, Brusko was violent to Fonggo and for the very first time I saw my tot was so angry, I could still remember him say, “Murderer! You killed my dog!” with so much vengeance. For a few days that was all we could hear from Bruce and ever since then he was violent and indifferent to Fonggo up until the day he found him dead on our garage.




We were still sleeping and Brusko was the first to get up that Sunday morning. He was going out of the house to go to sari-sari store in front of our house to get some breakfast when he couldn’t open our gate because a stiff Fonggo was blocking the gate. He went upstairs to our bedroom and woke us up and told his dad, “Fonggo, dadi nakaharang sa gate patay na di ako makalabas”. That was it. It was Dan who was emotional about it. When I ask him if he was sad that Fonggo is now in heaven, she just shrugs his shoulders and reply, “He is not my dog, bakit ako magiging sad. Si Hotdog sad ako nung pinatay siyia ni Fonggo.”

As for me, Fonggo was the first dog to teach me how to love and not hate dogs. He was protective, loving and always wanted to be fondled. I will never forget him. If there is really a heaven for dogs I wish you are there now and happy with no pain both physical and emotional. Goodbye, Fonggo.




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I apologize for being a proud MOM







Brusko celebrated their Linggo ng Wika last September 2, 2005. This is my son's first ever. Siyempre Mami must take pictures.

On incurable diseases and fate

last tuesday I was sent home from work because I was not really feeling well. This feeling has always been persistent but that day it was different and was worse. The nausea is killing me, my head feels like it is as large as a globe, felt like throwing up and my air passage is really blocked. I went straight to the ER of the nearest hospital to our home. After a series of tests, an IV, ECG and urinalysis, the doctor concluded that I have Vertigo. VERTIGO! Another incurable disease to top my first two? (polycystic ovarian syndrome and UTI) The shock and the psycological impact was worse thatn the disease itself. I was advised to a see a specialist to verify the conclusion. My supervisor was very supportive both administrative and personally. Thanks Marc!mwah!
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How do you feel when a dear friend was lost and you found them back? Can you describe the ecstatic feeling your heart is overflowing with? Well, I cant. You will never believe what the Internet can do. And to top it all it is free. Yes, you do not need to pay for anything. Are you ready to find out how I found my long, lost best friend through a free service in the Internet? Get ready to read a long post.
Somebody invited me to join Names Database. To some who have not heard about it it is a FREE service where you can search for a certain name and will give you the result where that person was born, age bracket, where that personis located and what or where did that person went to high school. I searched for long lost classmates and was able to find them and am now in constant communication.
Then I searched for my long lost friend, Larry Albesa. And I found the same name and all info seems to lead to him. He is now located in Bronx, New York. I remember that he used to have a petition from his parents who are US citizens. and we have a choldhood dream to get to New York. This could be him! I sent a message to him. And to my astonishment and still in awe of the miracle that just happened. I received a message from him through Names Database that he is indeed my frined who left me for Saudi Arabia in 1998. I was in tears reading his message. I replied and gave him my email address. His short message seems to have been written in a haste. Reading his short message gave me a glimpse of what is life in America, particlularly in New York City where he is located now. I remembered during our younger days that we made a pact that one day we will be living and working in New York City. I felt happy and proud for my friend. He was able to make it and me the more fervent dreamer then is left here. But I have no regrets since I have my family :)
Until now I could not believe that I have lost a good friend and now I have found him. Larry was one of the very few people I call friends a title for me that needs to be earned.

Old Friend its so nice to feel you hold me again...Welcome back into my life...again
Memories of a the most manang and kuripot friend I have ever had. Who even scrimps on gay bars :P These memories make me smile every now then. It was with Larry that I had both happy and sad moments in my life. Because my dear friend was there there on both occasions.

Last Saturday Brus and Dan went to our kumpare's (brusko's godfather) daughter's first birthday party at McDonald's. Of coourse mom couldn't go because she had to go to work on weekends. The following day Sunday morning Brusko was telling so many stories on how much he had fun at the party. His godfather )the father of the celebrant) of course spoilt him to death again (since he is the favorite godson) and allowing him to be a brat in the party and getaway with it. Well, he just beat up the daylights out of Grimace with the consent of his ninong. He joined lots of games and he won lots of prizes. He having the height advantage of most kids was able to win most of the games. Even at school, during their basketball shooting sessions where in they have to fall in line he was the tallest and is always at the last of the line. He is the tallest and the youngest in his class. I watched one of their PE classes where they played basketball, I gotta hand it him (and let a mohter brag, ok? :P) he is a shooter. All field goal attempts where successful. It is like whhenever he throws the ball going to the basket in any fashion it goes in. Go anak, basketball can send you to college for free. :P It is too early for me to dream of professional basketball and elevating the whole family from poverty. Hahaha I am laughing at my exaggeration. Anyway, I need to go back to my story.
One particular game in McDonald's my son won

I was touched and hugged him so much and I told him how much I loved him. Dreaming at that very moment that this is my son's first tropy and in the future he will be bringing home medals and trophies and will be offering it to his old lady. Hay...Wake up! Anyway, the "trophy" sits on my PC monitor at work.

She's a great little housewife Though sometimes she talks like a fool But she helps at the store in the holiday rush And she picks up the kids after school And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home And she changes from mother to wife 'Til she feels the words hanging between them And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids I wanted to be like my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missin' And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody It's hard to get through to her then Depressed for a while when the youngest was born Oh but that happens now and again She might take a drink with the housework Or when Michael's kept late at the shop A Martini or two before dinner But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids You know I wanted to be like my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missin' And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies Now it's seldom if ever they go Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car There's no money left for the show She was doing the dishes When a glass fell and broke on the tile And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake) It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids You know I wanted to be like my, my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missin' And that's how she knows that she missed

I went to my OB-Gyne last thursday because I am feeling somethings again. It is similar to my illness last year that I was hospitalized for but I think even worse. She performed a pap smear for me. Of which I dread to hell. I mean any normal woman would enjoy a cold spoon inside her? Then the eecky feeling in your womb after that. My doctor is presuming Bacteriosis Vaginosis that women get, and I made sure my husband knew, from tissue papers and water. Considering our deep well water from Las Pinas I am not surprised. Ever since Dan took me out from QC's Nawasa world to the primitive water systems of Las Pinas I have been experiencing these Gynecological illnesses.
I was shocked and reacted as I remember her diagnosis when I was confined last year that it was the same, "So. ang ibig sabihin mo Dok, hindi ako gumaling after ma-confine ako?". She was speechless. Finally, she managed a "Hindi naman sa ganun...". Then what the f*ck? I took my sample to the hospital laboratory for submission. And had to wait with so many med techs with AIDS As If Doing Something. I do not know why I still go to this hospital with poor service and over charging institution. I know my health card from the office covers everything but I work hard to get it for free. I do not know why I keep up with this hospital where there are far more better than this hospital. Well I guess I am lazy and it is the nearest and most convenient hospital. It is a price I have to pay then for being lazy.
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Is it normal for a 5 year old boy to watch porn? My son knows how to operate the VCD player and would watch movies from our room. One day we were wondering from the dining room where Brusko was. So we would yeall and call him but there is no answer. Dan went up quickly and the master bedroom door was locked. He called out for Brusko and he was inside. Dan said "Bruce! waht are you doing?!" he replied silently "watching VCD". So, Dan just shrugged his shoulders and went back down.
After, an hour he went down and ate his snacks quickly. Then he asked permission to go his friend's house the neighbors. Dan went up and wanted to play some audio VCD. And to his surprise the last CD that was in the player was one of our porn movies. He called out to me and told me that my son watching porn. He just smiled and commented "maaga nagbibinata ang anak mo". While I was just simply speechless.
The following day I came from the neighbors and went in the living room to find Brusko reading a magazine. The magazine looked familiar. It was one of Dan's Playboy magazines. My initial reaction was to grab the magazine and it was turned to the page at women with exposed breasts. But then I retreated and smiled and told him "anak, binabasa mo ba ito?" he replied, "hindi mami, pinapaypay ko lang kase mainit e. tutlog na ako" he lied down on the sofa and shut his eyes tight. Using it as a fan when the electric fan was on number 3 straight at him. I knelt down and held his forhead and whispered, "anak, you can tell me the truth. ok lang naman natural lang na tumingin ka sa girls kase boy ka diba?" he replied coyly "mami tulog na ako". I just smiled and kissed him.
I was wondering if that was the right way to react given the situation? Should I have scolded him and pretend that it was bad? When her mother is numero erotica herself?
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