Achieving Happiness

April 27, 2009

Miko’s encounter with Jollibee

Filed under: Uncategorized — Ina Alleco @ 10:41 am
Miko looks bored, doesn't she?

Miko looks bored, doesn't she?

Ang daming developments, hindi ko na malaman kung ano ang uunahin. Matagal-tagal na din akong hindi nagbo-blog. Wala rin kasing panahon, at pag may panahon naman, mas Facebook ang hinaharap, hay.

Congressman na ang berdugong si Jovito Palparan! Kahila-hilakbot! Bumabaligtad ang sikmura ko tuwing iniisip ko na tatawagin siyang ‘Your Honor.” It goes beyond all reason and sanity that a man like him should be allowed to hold public office; but then again, this is, after all, the Philippines where children and even babies are tagged as NPA sympathizers and then shot to death by the military. This is a country with officials the likes of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, Norberto Gonzales, Raul Gonzalez, Eduardo Ermita. This is a country where people still die of tuberculosis and from eating killer mushrooms, puffer fish, rootcrops. This is a country where almost a thousand political activists have been killed and the so-called authorities profess to finding not a single clue as to who the killers were or why the victims were killed.

So congressman na si Palparan.

Sana abutan siya ng katarungan isang araw,  isang araw na sana’y di gaanong katagalan o kalayuan.


Our happiness that Raymond Palatino, Atty. Neri Colmenares and Ka Joel Maglunsod was somewhat diluted because of the news that Palparan would also be taking office.  But then again, sino nga ba si Palparan sa kalikingkingan pa lang ni Mong?

Last Saturday I took Kimiko to her first Jollibee party. It was my pamangkin Abby’s seventh birthday, and the parents went all -out for it.  I wish they’d chosen some other place to hold Abby’s party, but apparently all the kids are nuts for the giant bubuyog, so…It wasn’t like they had a choice in the matter.

To my relief (and pride), Miko wasn’t scared of the mascots.  I was a little worried that Miko would scream and throw a tantrum of fear once Jollibee and Hetty Spaghetti made their entrance (some of the other kids ran away crying, hiding behind their parents); but Miko just looked on.  Truth be said, Miko looked a tad bored with Jollibee, but showed a little interest in Hetty : most probably because I told her that Hetty was her Dolly, only bigger (Miko has a Cabbage Patch doll we christened redundantly ‘Dolly’).

While all the other children (the ones who didn’t freak out) swarmed forward hugging, touching Jollibee and Hetty, dancing with them, Miko stayed still in my arms, looking on, an indifferent observer. I guess I was also a little sad that she didn’t have a better time at the party, but heck, what can I do, at 9 months, she already has the temperament of a bored and jaded adult.

Yesterday we took her to see her doctor, and Miko’s grew by three centimeters in three weeks, yay!


Am done with the short draft of the book of Ka Bel’s bio. It was very hard going, working on it.  It still hurt to read and write about Ka Bel. Sometimes I’d forget that he’s already gone, and I’d smile at remembering certain things he’d said or done;  and then it would yet again hit me that he’s not there anymore.

May 20 is his first death anniversary. I haven’t even gone to visit his grave.

I’m learning to cut dead wood.  I don’t have the energy, the will, or the time to keep ties that haven’t led anywhere in the last two years.  I’m happy with the friends that I have, and those I haven’t seen, talked to, or made contact with in the last two years don’t really qualify as friends anymore, so delete-delete-delete.

Just this afternoon I unfriended a (former) friend and ex-activist who included Prof. Jose Ma. Sison among the five people she wants to punch in the face.  Delete-delete-delete. Simple.

Am so looking foward to Star Trek Enterprise! Ilang tulog na lang!

April 1, 2009

Parrot saves baby and other happy stories

Filed under: Uncategorized — Ina Alleco @ 8:29 am

So many things happening all at once, and often it’s hard to make head and tails of them.For the most part, while I’m not exactly drifting from day to day (work and Kimiko make sure of that), I feel somewhat at a loss: so much to digest, but the weight on the heart cannot be easily dismissed. The issues that make us question the chances of humanity evolving into something more noble and, well, humane, are difficult to comprehend. It’s a daily struggle to not give up on humanity, what with the reports of rape, the murder of children, violence against the innocent and the helpless.

So I make it a point now to read the Certified Odd reports in the newssites.

The other day, the Red Cross awarded a medal to a parrot who saved a baby: The mother went to bathroom, leaving the baby in the high chair. The parrot squawked and squawked ‘Mama, baby! Mama, baby!’ when it saw the baby choking, and the mother (or maybe it was just a sitter?) rushed to apply the Heimlich maneuver on the baby.

That story made my day and I was all smiles everytime I remembered it.

— I wrote the above paragraphs yesterday, but I had to stop because, well, I had to go back to work and I blog only when there’s a hiatus (however brief).

I was much more cheerful yesterday, because today’s batch of new stories include a member of Hustisya being gunned down (a mom, 37 years old, leaving behind two kids aged 8 and 10); and a supposed top-ranking member of the New People’s Army (NPA) being apprehended in Central Luzon.

The only happy news today is that the murder case against NDFP chief political consultant Prof. Jose Ma. Sison has been, finally and irrevocably, dismissed by the Dutch courts.

I remember writing in an old journal that happiness is such a fickle friend: it seldom visits, and when it does, you’re always afraid that it would leave so soon and sure enough, it does. Pain, in the meantime, is more loyal, and constant in its devotion.

In (yes, I have an account and yes, am not ashamed to admit that I’m addicted to it: I have next to no social life now but thanks to Facebook, I have a virtual one; but I digress) there’s a bunch of quizzes, and one of them went “Who’s the philosopher you’re most similar to?” So I took it and the answer was Nietzsche. I wasn’t surprised at all. Doom and gloom, that’s me. I worry a lot, get saddened by the smallest things, and my grief can fit stadiums and football fields.

The Odds and Ends and Classified Weird segments in the news sites make me smile, though. Gad, the strangest things people do when they’re annoyed as hell. There’s a series of stories about senior citizens making 911 calls complaining that McDonald’s has run out of chicken McNuggets or lemonade; or stopped serving breakfast 5 minutes before it should have (11am).

But mostly I like news about animals like dolphins and koalas being rescued or people doing random acts of kindness for total strangers. That sort of thing makes me think that there might be hope for humanity after all. It’s always a battle between light and dark, good and evil; but apathy always reigns its ugly head and often the balance tips in favor of the dark and evil. Indifference to the plight of others is, I think, the greatest social evil. When we tolerate injustice, when we turn a blind eye to the hunger and poverty of others.

There are days when my head literally buzzes with anger because of the utter stupidity and callousness of fellow passengers on the MRT. There are so many people who couldn’t effing care less when they see pregnant women, women carrying babies, and old folk struggling to keep upright, fighting momentum and gravity as the train shifts to second gear or when it slows down. There are these idiots who pretend they see nothing, or worse, they feign sleep as they sit there and right across them, a person stands helpless against the laws of physics and the limitations imposed by biology.

If looks could kill, I would’ve been a serial killer already.

It’s been a while since I read fiction.

Or rather, since I read fiction meant for adults (not counting the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer which is for teenagers and tweeners).

The last four months I’ve read nothing but books for babies and toddlers, and whenever I get the chance to visit a Booksale branch, I gravitate towards the bins where the children’s books are.

Needless to say, I’ve already spent a small fortune on books for kids; but it’s all worth it because as far as I can tell, Miko likes it when we read to her. It’s a little uncanny to see her sit so still when I read to her, and she actually seems to listen. She turns from my face to look at the page I’m reading, and then back to my face again. Sometimes she tries to take the book, but if it’s too heavy for her (am guilty of reading books to her that are not age appropriate – like the classic Winnie the Pooh stories which I bought, all in one hardbound collection for a mere P450!), she drops on her tummy and I lay the book in front of her and there she’d lie, looking at the drawings.)

I’m on the lookout for a copy of “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. How frustrating that Powerbooks and Fully Booked don’t sell copies!