Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 March 2018

Happy birthday, Ding!

I love my sister very much. Today, her birthday I am reposting what I wrote 10 years ago. The feeling is still the same, just maybe 10x more. I hope you have the happiest birthday ever, Ding! We love you to the moon & back.

❤️

Our parents named her Angeline. Little angel. Those close to her calls her Buding which means Little Buddha. :-)

There is 8 years between us so we never really grew up together. She would even casually mention many times, "I do not remember you, Neng". Not to sound mean or anything but we never get to do things together when she was little. Not until we were grown ups and I moved away from home to build my own.

She would come here in Melbourne for a visit. She'd accompany me early for work and earlier for shopping sprees. We take trains, trams and buses and talk non-stop in Surigaonon. What fun! Revenge with some loud senior Europeans and God forgive them: noisy Asians screaming their way to get the full attention of someone sitting next to them. And that someone would scream back. Mga bungoy man siguro ini sila. Probably hearing impaired? But all of them in different trams? I don't  know, but one thing for sure, it was absolutely annoying. 

With Buding I do not have to sit, grin and bear the annoying people, I can be one. Kon todo katawa gajud and if we see mga upaw, kuyang rakan na mu-salute.

Buding is like Papa, disciplined, hard working, organized, loving, affectionate, wise with finances, well-dressed, great singer - all that, with a temper. They are also very kind, generous, funny and source of strength sa amo pamilya. One friend Toni,an American who lives and operates a Pub here in Australia said "OMG, Angie is sooo together, how can you look and smell this good in the morning!". 

Buding is the self-appointed eldest now. Reversal of roles. Nabali an kalibutan as she is the youngest. She took over the affairs of the household, the school, the gym, family’s health, etc. She is able. Very able, in fact she'd forget herself to aid others. Much like Mama, too!

Sija an ako pinaka-love na sister. Not just because she is my one and only sister. If I had other sisters I'd still love her more. In times when I falter, she not only help me up but tells me off as well. "Neng, ako role sa kalibutan an madepressed. Dili imo." Just like Judge Judy, she tells me to get over it. She would send me messages of comfort and inspiration when I least expect it. Many times I beam and tell Rich- ako ini bubby sissy. Baby sister. She is also a fan "Neng, I like reading your words kay it is like reading a book, tuwaw dajun ko." 

I love a few people but I like fewer. I love and like Buding.

One day once again, we can lie under the ceiling fan and belt out tunes that would bring any house down, raid the factory outlets for a dozen pairs of shoes, or organize a party in the house where over 15 Aussie youth played Pinoy games and broke my spoons, or we can sit in at the Conservatory for all you can eat steak, go to an outdoor zoo and ask for the rancher to put that snake on your neck…or just sit at church silently together and casually say "Neng, you smell like chorizo"…

Buding is one of a kind. No wonder she is Pare Bob’s favourite..

Come back soon Ding, and maybe stay longer, kay kalisod when I do not have anyone to sit in the hospital with. Simbako laman. Or maybe Rich and I can go for a trip again and stay there to savour once more barbq sa pier, sayongsong sa Ipil, dagat sa Mabua, lechon sa Togbongon, latik sa Lanuza. SM, Ayala, or stay up all night, as in all night because we consumed 2 liters of coca cola each, spread eagled on the banig and asked for heaven’s intervention: Diyos ko, Ginoo ko, pakatuyuga na kami!

And how about when we scared Mama of Papa visiting us that night, prompting her to drag her mattress on to the floor with us? Richard was oblivious of the commotion that happened that early dawn in Lanuza. Tuyog sija in the middle bed. The katawa and hagikhik, then tuwaw-tuwaw. Panga-useless gajud nato! Let’s do it again!  

I do not really have a lot of friends, but  with Buding, it's more than I need. Friendship is a blessing. I am more than blessed to have a sister and a friend in her. Ab yu my Bading. Happy, happy birthday! May our Heavenly Father bless you always, everyday and forever.

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Wonder Woman

 
When I was 8 years old, my young mother studied her PhD (Education) in Cebu City. We live in Surigao so it was decided she take my 2 younger siblings and I with her. I was enrolled at University of Southern Philippines. My father would visit us from time to time, especially if he has court hearings in Cebu.
 
On long weekends we take the ferry Friday night and woke up home in Surigao early Saturday. Then we ferry back to Cebu Sunday or Monday night, just in time for school the next day. 

I have lots of good memories of that time. It was a good experience, although I hate it when there are storms. The ship and the waves like to play tag. I still remember that awful feeling of being sea sick even at this moment.

Mama while studying also taught English at the University. Most nights she'd come home late but we had a nanny called Flora and an Aunt who helped look after us. Auntie Iddy was Mama's cousin. She was studying to be a teacher at that time, too. Though petite with a big smile, she was tough on her rules of us taking a bath first thing in the morning. Everyday. We actually do not have a tub so it was really shower with "kabó" - a small bucket easily held by one hand used to scoop water for bathing. :-)

Cebu is always hot & humid. We'd bathe at the back in open air using water from an artesian well. She'd scrub my brother Kingay with soap and a porous stone called "lugod". While my baby sister Ding, was on a walker right next to us. Sometimes she'd wander under the house where there are ducks and their nests. The upstairs family owned them.
 
At night we go back out in the back and scrub our feet clean ready for bed. Never go to bed with dirty feet. 

In that small 1st floor apartment, we had literally nothing. Just a small fridge, tables & chairs. No TV. 

Stark contrast to our house in Surigao, where we had TVs, library of books & music and lots of food.

Life in Cebu was very quiet. I love watching TV so I would walk out to the neighbour's house every dusk to peep on their window to watch soaps. Many times they would pull down the curtains, even shut the window on me. Sometimes I would just go home, but if Wonder Woman (Lynda Carter) was on, I find a way. I watched it many times looking through a hole. I would stand peering through that hole for an hour or so until Auntie Iddy calls me for dinner.

One night Mama was walking home from work and saw me peering through a crack of our neighbour's wall. She did not say anything. She did not even scold me standing in the rain. I ran back & followed her home. 

That weekend, a big TV arrived in the house. That retro one with built-in-cabinet-doors kind. It was black & white. It was the best TV of them all. Papa sent it all the way from Surigao.  

After school I'd ran home to watch my favourite shows. Sesame Street, Electric Company, Chinese Shaolin movies and of course Wonder Woman.
I'd leave the door & windows open just in case some children in the neighbourhood do not have TV. 

It was a short stay in Cebu, the following year we went back to Surigao where we had TV in all areas of the house. 

Today, Rich & I have a huge one. In fact it covers a whole wall. It is like a cinema in our house in Melbourne. Sometimes when we watch old movies I never realize how blurry they were. All I remember is how it was always great. :-)

A few days from now, when the frenzy subsides - we are going to watch the latest Wonder Woman movie starring Gal Gadot. I am beyond excited. I heard it is amazing.
 
Of course it is. I know that from the moment I was little, watching through a hole in a wall. 

And I'll celebrate the fact that I was raised and surrounded by wonder women.

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

My Melbourne

I am blessed to call Melbourne home. You cannot choose your birthplace but you can choose where you want to live. I choose Melbourne and it chose me. It adopted me and loved me as its own. :-)

My younger siblings came to spend Christmas with us. King is a lawyer and Ding is an Educator. They love it here too. But then again, what's not to love? :-)

Melbourne does not actually offer much to visitors in the way of sights. It is a city of day's out: days spent cycling, walking, eating, shopping or just simply hanging out - the kind of place where you go home saying: "Remember that rainy picnic? Remember how the crimson rosellas flock our table and help themselves with our food and just perch on our heads? That was really a great day."

Melbourne is just like that. And I love her.

Bonding
 


 
























 







 
Some of the food
 
Steak ala Neng. My own version of bistek with lots of garlic, soy sauce, lemon juice,
sugar and hint of red wine vinegar.


Seafood strifry, a medley of cuttlefish balls, fish fillet, tempura prawns, tofu and capsicum


Nando's


This is from the Kitchen Workshop buffet table! Spicy crabs, tempura vegetables and
some dumplings


Paella with Chili Crabs...


Kwai Teow my way :-)




Wonder Bao was not that wonderful at the Vic Market...next!


Oh Ramen you always save the day!

Made a simple Chrissy spread for my love ones who were glued on the big screen TV


Mushroom and truffle soup with croutons




I fill my plate with desserts for photo purposes but I do not really like them :-(


Kinda healthy :-)




I luv this... esp the freshly baked flat bread


All mousses...


MESSINA!


Grilled porterhouse with tomato rice and pickled vegetables


vegetable stir fry with fish and rice paper rolls...no not on a diet
just eating
fresh and healthy from time to time


crispy chicken ribs with a big hit of chili!


King and Rich enjoyed gelato from Messina!


Better than the pier, eh King?


Hainanese chicken might look bland but oh so packed with flavour!


Sinful crispy chicken skin of Papparich!




This drink is okay but tastes like cordial :-(


Oriental Chicken


prawn fettucine




salad, chips and prawnskewers


Chrissy sweets for my sweet


 
Shopping
 





The young Sales Associate said oh I wasn't ready I should have done a peace sign hahaha.

 


 

 
We enjoyed your visit King and Ding, come again soon. Abyu xo