Of all the living things created by God, I love my nephew the most. I call him the Promil Kid. He’s the cutest thing. I’ve always written about him and he has won the love of the people around me even before they met him. I’m starting to think he could be my mascot for this blog. Something like Dexter. 😛 Someday when he’s old enough to discover this blog, he’ll insist he get paid for every entry I wrote about him. Darn, that’d be costly! We fight over a bar of snickers. I reprimanded him for calling a salesman…
From Family
Meet my family and find out what’s going on inside our sweet abode.
It’s Easy; Let it Go*
Note: This was originally posted on my previous blog last year. I just want to repost this because today is my dad’s third death anniversary. Exactly a couple of years ago (now three), I lost my dad. Hmmm… Too bad I’m still here in the city while everyone in the family is in the province having a little dinner, perhaps. Last week, there was a big yellow butterfly on a glass window pane in my room. I heard my mum tell me, “That’s your dad, checking if we’re okay.” Since childhood, I have always considered that idea absurd. You know,…
The Promil Kid and the Hideous Word
I didn’t realize how obsessed my 3-year old nephew had become with Cartoon Network (particularly Dexter’s Laboratory) until I entered MY room one morning. And there he was, sitting on the floor, smashing a scientific calculator on the wall, thinking he could fix it afterwards. When I opened the door, he turned to me and angrily hollered: “Tito (uncle), get out of my laboratory!!!” This is bad, I thought. He thinks he’s Dexter and this is his laboratory. I knew I had to do something about it. So I looked at him and bellowed, “Excuse me, kid! This is MY…
Never Mess With Kids (Especially Promil Kids)
WHO’S TO BLAME? This happened more than a year ago, you can see the original post here. I was with my then 2-year old nephew in my mum’s room when I accidentally broke the lamp on the side table. Of course, the only witness was my dear nephew. So I decided to talk to him. Yoshke: When they ask you who broke that, you say MIMI (name of his cat). Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Yaya (the maid) forgot to close the door so Mimi entered, sat on the side table, and broke the lamp. Understand? Nephew: *nod* Yoshke: Who entered…
Bababa Ba? Bababa.
I just received this anecdote from a friend, who had read this somewhere. And it made me realize how fun Tagalog really is as a language. I was in the elevator with an American. We were going down to the ground floor, but before reaching it, we stopped at the 4th floor. It opened to a Filipino. She asked me, “Bababa ba?” I replied, “Bababa.” In she went. Upon closing of the door, the American asked curiously, “I’m sorry. Did you guys just have a conversation?“ A’right. To all my non-Filipino readers, I’m gonna explain this to you. “Bababa” is…