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Our new house
Digs: Mommy, when we build our new house, I want a ‘manure’. Mona: A what? Digs: A ‘manure’. Mona: (I had no idea what my eight-year old son was talking about. But like everything else in...
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Mmmmmona
My very first blog entry ever was about my love-hate relationship with my name. After months of being away from my on-line life, I find myself at the beginning. At lunch today: Mona: “Meat Trio on...
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Finding Another Home
‘Spent the last two days doing some virtual housekeeping, preparing to move my on-line home from my circa 2002 hosting service to somewhere else that doesn’t lock me out of my own control panel. I am...
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Chromosome malfunction?
Me and the husband are almost done building the house — we’re down to finishings! And while “tradition” would ordain that the man gets dibs on discussing the grade of hollow blocks and steel girders...
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They all did the huki lau
The invite said come in something “Hawaiian”. Naturally, I made an entrance in black-blue pin-striped slacks, a black sweater, black charole moccasins and pitch black shades. Because. The Grade 4-5...
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Of mohawks and movies
My daughter cut the hair on top of her head last week. It’s grown out a bit and now, we have a baby mohawk going on. I’m thinking of making it permanent. And while we’re on that topic: I saw the...
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Awake
After about 16 hours in the air, I finally got to the hotel at around 4pm. Didn’t even unpack. Just crashed. It was a restless sleep though. I woke up at every hour. I got a cramp on my right...
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Hitting Ctrl + F5
I came home from the airport at 2am in morning on Monday to a house half-packed in boxes. We are moving to a new address soon and my sister has kickstarted the effort. While a bad hypertension attack...
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What’s new, Shrew?
I have been away from this blog for a while — about two-three years. And with its resuscitation, I find myself checking my old haunts. How things have changed in the Blogosphere since 2005. Some sites...
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Forgetting Wonderland
‘Saw “Alice in Wonderland” last night with the kids. I do not agree with twitterdom; I thought the film was great. It resonated to a side of me that was reminded of intangibles we lose with age. Of...
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A Dolt
Between working on office projects, being at the kids’ end-of-school-year events, planning the summer ahead, packing our old house, and prepping the new one, I have had very little time for anything...
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Fierce
Asked why she ran after and scratched a classmate, my 6-year old daughter replied, “He was looking at me when I was changing. And when a boy looks at me without my shirt, I will destroy him.” Asked...
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Kid foodie
What was once a solitary pastime has now infected one of my kids. My second son, Diego, loves food. He can taste subtle nuances in dishes and has a strong opinion on what has the mmm-factor and what...
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Blogger’s remorse
Over the last few weeks, I have been studying search engine optimization, how tagging images and content properly improves one search engine relevance, the many site success metrics, among others – all...
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On existentialism
“The individual is solely responsible for giving his or her own life meaning and for living that life passionately and sincerely.” Existentialist philosophies have been swirling in my head for weeks...
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Boo humbug
I am all for Hallowen and the parental toil that goes with it. Executing costumes, dressing up one’s home, bagging goodies — I enjoy that. But my teeth start to itch when … … you show up at my door...
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Livid
My temper flared bloody red this week — at the vet’s clinic, at my cellular service provider’s business office, at the suit alteration shop. When I get annoyed, my voice drops an octave and my...
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No dead air
Driving my daughter to school at six o’clock in the morning is everything but a sleepy trip. Animated tales about her friends, her cats, her favorite toy, among many “chika’s”, ricochet inside our...
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Beating your own drum
A street musician stood among Marikina pedestrians, singing and executing some mean rhythmic combinations. His makeshift bonggos were made of empty cans of infant milk, taped together. He hopped onto...
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Carnage
Parties are fun to host and can be fun to attend. But the cleanup the morning after is a chore I can live without. Still, there is a smug satisfaction associated with seeing the furniture back in it’s...
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