On our 4th file, my wife decided to write me the dates and the details of our preparation. Maybe I'm missing a few important details of the events? Perhaps... But I'm the one typing the keyboards so what the hell! hehehe! I feel so powerful today!
In preparing for a wedding, you need to do a lot of travelling, shopping and a lot of cash on hand. These are the 3 important things that I learned. If you are up to a bling-bling kind of wedding you really have to be prepared. Mental, emotional and spiritual preparation is easy...trust me! Travelling for us has been made easy thanks to Daddy Tony and his new love...Crosswind. Probably without his help we wouldn't be able to finish our requirements on time. I admire his willingness to help us get through this thing. And I thank you very much dad!
After securing the 2 important elements of the ceremony (the church and the reception), we were up to shop for a few things. Floral arrangement, shoes, arrhae, candles, the cake etc. You know, those little things that for you bacholors and bachelorettes doesnt look so unimportant. Well think again! When you single people get married you would swear you wanted to do another year of ROTC training.
First stop on our list was to go to Greenbelt to look for a suitable barong, shoes and a unity coin holder for the ceremony. When we were in Bahrain we asked Mama Mila to get us those nice looking coins in Ortigas. Its composed of 13 gold with silver coins, each of them have an inscription which stands for the basic elements in life...and I only manage to remember 3 of them. Love, peace and prosperity. They look really cool! I tell you, whoever invented them is cool. Its a replacement for the traditional arrhae. But they are so pretty that they needed a fancy jewelry box to match it.
We wondered around the mall for hours looking for shoes. Even if they were on sale, its hard to find what we like. The ones on display doesn't really suite our taste. I dont know if weve been out of the country too long, thats why we dont jive with the current fashion or are we just too damn picky? I on the otherhand have to admit that I'm very particular with the shoes that I have to wear. It doesnt have to mean that it has to be over the top expensive, but they have to look expensive and snazy at least. My wife gets furious about this. She is willing to pay a lot just to get me the right one. She knows that mens shoes are expensive. Her shoes wont be as expensive but classy. She wants it that way. She needed a plain white pair for her because her designer made her a pattern to put on her shoes to match the dress.
We went to King Philip for the perfect barong. Since it was on sale, we figured that they may have the one I'm looking for. But it came as a surprise for me that the cheapest fabric itself was already worth P.7,000.00. Whoa! No, its not made of gold. And we don't know why it is so expensive either. But while we were there, I recieved a phone call from Chito Vecina the photojournalist. He wanted to set a meeting for us the next day to talk about our prenup shoot (now this is an intersting blog! watch out for it!). When I stepped outside to pick up a signal on my phone, I got a glimpse of Charles! What a surprise! I heard of the term "its a small world" but this is a cool coinsidence.This guy is also on vacation, and works with us here in Bahrain. He invited us to dinner just in case we would still be in the area for a couple of hours. How can we resist? It would be our first time to have dinner with our friend from abroad, right here in Makati! How exciting!
For a few minutes, our mind had a quick break from shopping. We called Mae (Lany's friend) and my cousin Ria to come with us, since they are just working around the corner. We met up with them and they showed us the Makati area labrinth. Its amazing how these malls all come together to form a chain in the Greenbelt and Glorietta area. We went up and down the escalators and through the buildings. Man! I feel like Super Mario entering a warp zone. Totally amazing!
We found ourselves at the Greenbelt area. And God it changed so much in a year since we were gone. Restaurants everywhere! And there are so much people wearing fancy clothes everywhere you go. Its like New York or something. Its really a surprise because on the news that we get from abroad, the country is suppose to be poverty striken. This aint a third world?! Well, at least not it Makati!
Charles had been so generous that night, that we could guess that he is not coming to our wedding. Can't blame the guy. We only get this once in a year. And he wants to go to Singapore. The only thing that a good friend can do in this situation is to put a litttle understanding to his comrade. Since he's insistant to pick up the tab (although my pocket was loaded that time.) we looked for nice resto to feast on. At this time my belly is not yet fed up from Pinoy food, Chinese food or the like. "Red Crab" was first on our list. But the line was too long! 30 minutes of standing was a torture to our burning stomachs. We settled for Bubba Gump instead.
The resto was inspired by the movie Forest Gump. The serve New Orleans style dishes. Everything is inspired by Forest Gump! The place looks like a fishermans warf. There are nets, wood and F. G. pictures all over. Its an interesting place to go to. Try it! The atmospehere would be most enjoyable if our eyes weren't bloodshut at that time. Lany and I were really tired. Stress had overtaken us. Imagine me for example. I have to take a ride so early in the morning from Navotas, to our meeting place, around the metropolis, to Fairview then back to where I started again. I felt like a migrating bird! Well, imagine my apetite! Poor Charles...He must have paid a huge bill. => He said it was a wedding gift...Thanks Charles! But we still prefer if you were there on our wedding day. No gift can replace a friends presence on that special day.
We had a lot of food that night. My cousin Ria went home early. Afraid that she would take the public transpo instead of the FX service that she would comfortably ridding home that night. I cant blame her...she lives in Navotas for Christ's sake! And its also dangerous for women to roam the streets at that time.
We had a good time with them. The topics where a bit shallow, but fun. All that I was thinking the whole time was our wedding. I wonder how it will end up? We wanted it to be successfull. We wanted our guests to enjoy as much as possible. But at that time we didn't really know what will please them. We had an idea of a showbiz wedding and a simple one. We wanted a mix of both. A wedding that we can afford but something to be proud of.
The night ended with a simple goodnight kiss from my wife. I silently travelled from her place to mine by jeepney. And my mind started to wonder how life would be with her. And what our future would give us. We both have our own ideas. We have our parents to tell us about it. But will all fairness, I think that our future will be bright. And we need shades just to look at it. IN SHALA!
Friday, March 11, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
THE FLICKY THINGY
Lately, my wife has been busy uploading new pictures from our Flicker tagboard. The one we agreed to show is the Boracay Honeymoon pictures. It reveals islands beauty as well as our own. Not to mention my perky-brown-man-tits! Its disgusting I know. But my wife insists that its a beach and showing a little bit skin is needed to get a nice tan. Speaking of tan, its hardly impossible to get one because of the occasional cloudy weather that time. And even if you bake us on the sun's surface I dont think we'd get one because we consumed a huge amount of sunblock on that trip. (very Pinoy right?)
This week I'll be posting another wedding file. Watch out for it! And thank you all for reading this nonsense blogspot!
ciao!
posted by: DENNIS
This week I'll be posting another wedding file. Watch out for it! And thank you all for reading this nonsense blogspot!
ciao!
posted by: DENNIS
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
I REALIZED...
I realized that a doctor is like a wine...the older they are the more experienced they get.
My friends son was diagnosed to have a chronic muscular atrophy condition. They said he will die after sometime. From the time that I heard about it, I couldnt erase his picture in my mind. Poor boy! I pity his big brother and his parents. They are the one who will be scared and burdened by his absence. I dont ever want to have that experience. When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer around 6 years back, i felt that my world has collapsed. I have to be stronger. I could still remember my father's phone call during my mom's operation. He was asking me if he should sign the consent to remove my mothers right breast because they found out that the cyst is malignant. Imagine a woman having a bad hair day because her hairdresser messed her hair up...now thats only hair! Can you imagine how a woman would feel like after waking up to find that her right breast is missing?
I realized that friendster is a modern day "pen-pal service"...
When I was a kid, I remember our maid sending letters to her pen-pal. How lonely can she get?! She mailed each one of them from the magazine but there wasn't any reply that came back. I was thinking she probably said that she works as a maid. I told her that after I mentioned that after I told her to use rexona. And then after a month she said she was going for a vacation. She never came back.
I realized that learning a new language is difficult...
Last year I was trying hard to learn French. But did you know that this is by far one of that hardest language to learn? I didn't take heed to my friend Sarah's warning that its really difficult. I was relaying to the fact that the Filipino tongue is more flexible than rubber. I still dont want to admit that I was wrong. Because I know that with practice, I can learn the language perfectly. Never underestimate the power of a pinoy's will I say. But come to think about it, I've been in Bahrain for almost 4 years. And damn! I can't speak fluent Arabic! Your fault Sarah! ;> Now I'm trying to learn Spanish. It's easier I guess. Lets see how I do with it in a week.
I realized that I'm fat...
Yes! You've seen the pictures! This is what love has done for me. They say that this is a sign of contentment. Fine! But I refuse to be fat! (im eating a left over of Lany's baon of chicken nuggets while I write this piece.)
They said that admitting the problem is the first step in solving it. And yes I am fat! But what am I going to do with it? Its really hard to take a diet. When I skip a meal, I always comeaback with a vengence! I eat more the next time I have food in front of me. I tried the after 6 diet. But I overeat before 6pm. Does anybody have a suggestion about my problem? Please email me at sinneddc@yahoo.com. I would appreciate the help.
posted by Dennis
My friends son was diagnosed to have a chronic muscular atrophy condition. They said he will die after sometime. From the time that I heard about it, I couldnt erase his picture in my mind. Poor boy! I pity his big brother and his parents. They are the one who will be scared and burdened by his absence. I dont ever want to have that experience. When my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer around 6 years back, i felt that my world has collapsed. I have to be stronger. I could still remember my father's phone call during my mom's operation. He was asking me if he should sign the consent to remove my mothers right breast because they found out that the cyst is malignant. Imagine a woman having a bad hair day because her hairdresser messed her hair up...now thats only hair! Can you imagine how a woman would feel like after waking up to find that her right breast is missing?
I realized that friendster is a modern day "pen-pal service"...
When I was a kid, I remember our maid sending letters to her pen-pal. How lonely can she get?! She mailed each one of them from the magazine but there wasn't any reply that came back. I was thinking she probably said that she works as a maid. I told her that after I mentioned that after I told her to use rexona. And then after a month she said she was going for a vacation. She never came back.
I realized that learning a new language is difficult...
Last year I was trying hard to learn French. But did you know that this is by far one of that hardest language to learn? I didn't take heed to my friend Sarah's warning that its really difficult. I was relaying to the fact that the Filipino tongue is more flexible than rubber. I still dont want to admit that I was wrong. Because I know that with practice, I can learn the language perfectly. Never underestimate the power of a pinoy's will I say. But come to think about it, I've been in Bahrain for almost 4 years. And damn! I can't speak fluent Arabic! Your fault Sarah! ;> Now I'm trying to learn Spanish. It's easier I guess. Lets see how I do with it in a week.
I realized that I'm fat...
Yes! You've seen the pictures! This is what love has done for me. They say that this is a sign of contentment. Fine! But I refuse to be fat! (im eating a left over of Lany's baon of chicken nuggets while I write this piece.)
They said that admitting the problem is the first step in solving it. And yes I am fat! But what am I going to do with it? Its really hard to take a diet. When I skip a meal, I always comeaback with a vengence! I eat more the next time I have food in front of me. I tried the after 6 diet. But I overeat before 6pm. Does anybody have a suggestion about my problem? Please email me at sinneddc@yahoo.com. I would appreciate the help.
posted by Dennis
Saturday, March 05, 2005
FRIENDSter...
I use to hate it when my inbox becomes full of junkmail. But what is a junkmail? For me, junkmail is those useless, nonsense, irrelevant, unwanted and unsolicited mail that you get from you personal email account. This includes forwarded messages and chain letters that I swear to God, do not read. I'm sorry friends but I do not like forwarded messages. Specially the ones that say that I will die if I don't forward it to 15 people in 5 minutes. This sucks! How can your friends send you these things?! They might as well send me a message telling me to "drop dead"!
A couple of years ago when Friendster started, I use to get tons of invitation from friends. And this is not only one time! And everytime it comes I just quickly erase it and poof! its gone. I never realized that its important. Until one day, my wife recieved an invitation from one of her friends to join. And when she did, I was amazed that she got hooked up to all her friends from different parts of the world. Man that was good! And then I remember that there was a time that I registered to that site....hmmm...I immediately browsed my inbox to try and find the my friendster password. It might be worth it?
And there I was inside friendster figuring out how it works. CJ and I have been trying to locate our friends from our batch a long time ago. And this is my chance to find them. Good thing that I still remember some of their names and kept an old email address of them. The concept of Friendster is funny. You get interconnected with each friend that you find. Amazing! I found myself finding names one bye one, and I giggle like a schoolgirl with each succesful search. How corny can I get?!
But with all the searches that I've made I didnt send any message to everyone. My face that was on my profile or the invitation to join me as a friend already meant something. That I can be reached anywhere in the world as long as I'm connected to the net. Kinda makes the world a small place does it?
Would you like to join me at friendster? =>
posted by Dennis
A couple of years ago when Friendster started, I use to get tons of invitation from friends. And this is not only one time! And everytime it comes I just quickly erase it and poof! its gone. I never realized that its important. Until one day, my wife recieved an invitation from one of her friends to join. And when she did, I was amazed that she got hooked up to all her friends from different parts of the world. Man that was good! And then I remember that there was a time that I registered to that site....hmmm...I immediately browsed my inbox to try and find the my friendster password. It might be worth it?
And there I was inside friendster figuring out how it works. CJ and I have been trying to locate our friends from our batch a long time ago. And this is my chance to find them. Good thing that I still remember some of their names and kept an old email address of them. The concept of Friendster is funny. You get interconnected with each friend that you find. Amazing! I found myself finding names one bye one, and I giggle like a schoolgirl with each succesful search. How corny can I get?!
But with all the searches that I've made I didnt send any message to everyone. My face that was on my profile or the invitation to join me as a friend already meant something. That I can be reached anywhere in the world as long as I'm connected to the net. Kinda makes the world a small place does it?
Would you like to join me at friendster? =>
posted by Dennis
Monday, February 21, 2005
WEDDING FILE 3: "IN OR OUT" ('AM I IN OR OUT?)
"IN OR OUT", this is what Korean teenie bopper Sandara Park is singing now a days. I hate this song but it somehow got stuck in my mind together with the Filipino radio stations catch phrase "Kailangan pa ba'ng i-memorize yan?!" To tell you the truth, I have never imagined that my countrymen would be this corny. The melody is a mix of childrens songs fused with Charismatic melodies. WTF is going on?! With the number of coffee shops mushrooming all over the country I have always thought that we are heading towards the cappuccino fad or the elite culture. But what is this? It has been 4 long years since I left the homeland and look at how these bubblegum songs thrive! Nevermind the Sexbomb Dancers or the Viva Hot Babes. They are so cute even if they look dumb while they sing their cheap songs...ahhhh... NO OFFENSE GIRLS! I'm a big fan of yours!
So what is the connection about Sandara's song to my story? This song popped up in my head after the Pamanhikan - (asking the girl's parents for their daughter's hand). My head was still hanging on cloud 9 after it was over and done. But the question was, am I in or out? (ok! I better stop saying the in or out phrase because I know that some of you are already having goosebumps. hehehe) I think that I'm in! The event was a success! I managed to patch things up with dear o'l mama Mila, meet the family, and my family seems to like Lany's family. We finally got it made! So to hell with Sandara and her sick song!....although I still can't get it off my mind! Damn it! =(
The next day we were already working our butts off finding a real nice Barong for me (Traditional Filipino Mens wear. A formal attire for a very formal occasion like a wedding or for funeral...sounds synonymous right? Just kidding!). It is so hard to find a nice one in Divisoria. Most of of the designs are old and floral. And trust me I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a floral Barong! I a very picky person when it comes to these things. And what made me more pickier, is the fact that I'm the only one in the entourage to not have a barong yet! Lany's parents had already bought a very snazy design made of Pina Suqsoq (Pineapple (flavor...NOT!) fabric. One of the expensive variety). So, the thing here is that I have to exceed the beautiful fabric they have. I have to be unique. Afterall, I'm the freakin groom!
During the barong hunt in Divisoria I was with Lany and her mom. We have several errands at that time. One of which is to go to the printing press to hand in the final proofing of the invitation. And let me tell you, it wasn't easy to find this place. Lany found this press on the internet. They were suppose to make very good quality invitations for a very reasonable price. But the catch is, its very hard to find the place especially if you dont know the Binondo area (China Town). At that time I forgot to bring the address, which makes it more difficult to find the place. Stupid huh? So who knows the place better than the residents right? But it is also dangerous to ask just anyone from this place. Divisoria and Binondo is a haven for pick pockets and hooligans. We figured it is best to ask the Diaguars! (Pretty macho name for "guradia" huh? Astig no? Tagalog slang for security guards.) Most of them don’t know the street. Some of them were just plain dumb and pointed us to the wrong direction. Anyway, we found ourselves lost and drifting to a familiar Chinese deli… ENG BEE TEN. This place rocks for selling the best hopia and tikoy in town. It was packed with costumers buying their new year supplies. My mouth was already watering from the smell of their goodies. Yum! Yum!
After falling in line at the cashier, I found out that it was my destiny to become a porter. Mama Mila bought a dozen tikoy (Chinese rice cake) to give to their relatives in the province. (…she’s not Chinese…) That’s how thoughtful she is.
After shopping we tried to hire a pedicab to find the street. But these guys are asking us for a lot of money so I figured that we just ask the other security guards near Binondo Chruch. We asked a couple and marched our way towards nearby bridge. Much to our surprise, there was a man tailing us. Before we got to the bridge he was already volunteering to take us there…the fishy part is that he wants to take us to use the other route. If I was not there, my honey and her mom would have been held up. The man was so nice that you wouldn’t get a hint that he is luring us away. Then I said: “We don’t know this guy! And we didn’t even ask him to help us in the first place, so why follow him?” So we walked as fast as we could. On the way I asked for my pen. Maybe I can use it as a weapon! Right then I felt my senses heightened, like a wolf. I try to keep my pace as I peer to my sides. Constantly looking for the danger that might surprise us.
In minute I saw a man who just popped behind us. I tried to look tough. I tell you, if somebody touches me at that time I would have sprung to my Kung-Fu mode! I was already reviewing the enemies weak points and martial techniques in my head. And if these men touches a hair on my honey I will definitely kick their ass! Whoaaa!!!
When we got to Metrobank, we were scared shitless about our stalker. He just disappeared! Good thing that the nice security guard pointed us in the right direction. And as soon as the coast is clear, we hurriedly walked towards the printing press. But as we turned, Lany has spotted the scary looking guy standing near a sari-sari store waiting for us! He might be a professional stalker/hoodlum, but he aint no match for our feet! damn were fast!
Even evil has its limitations. After an hour at the printing press I guess the fugly man left us. He knows how fast we were on foot. I'm thankful that nothing bad had happen to us that day. Just a brush with danger, thats all. But it has its advantages. Atleast my dear mama Mila knows that I won't let nothing bad happen to her daughter. And thats 100 pogi points for me!
As the day went by we found ourselves at SM Manila scouting for barong. I'm so picky! I still cant find the perfect one. Our invitations were redesigned and ready before Christmas. And I have another experience to blog about.
posted by: Dennis
So what is the connection about Sandara's song to my story? This song popped up in my head after the Pamanhikan - (asking the girl's parents for their daughter's hand). My head was still hanging on cloud 9 after it was over and done. But the question was, am I in or out? (ok! I better stop saying the in or out phrase because I know that some of you are already having goosebumps. hehehe) I think that I'm in! The event was a success! I managed to patch things up with dear o'l mama Mila, meet the family, and my family seems to like Lany's family. We finally got it made! So to hell with Sandara and her sick song!....although I still can't get it off my mind! Damn it! =(
The next day we were already working our butts off finding a real nice Barong for me (Traditional Filipino Mens wear. A formal attire for a very formal occasion like a wedding or for funeral...sounds synonymous right? Just kidding!). It is so hard to find a nice one in Divisoria. Most of of the designs are old and floral. And trust me I wouldn't be caught dead wearing a floral Barong! I a very picky person when it comes to these things. And what made me more pickier, is the fact that I'm the only one in the entourage to not have a barong yet! Lany's parents had already bought a very snazy design made of Pina Suqsoq (Pineapple (flavor...NOT!) fabric. One of the expensive variety). So, the thing here is that I have to exceed the beautiful fabric they have. I have to be unique. Afterall, I'm the freakin groom!
During the barong hunt in Divisoria I was with Lany and her mom. We have several errands at that time. One of which is to go to the printing press to hand in the final proofing of the invitation. And let me tell you, it wasn't easy to find this place. Lany found this press on the internet. They were suppose to make very good quality invitations for a very reasonable price. But the catch is, its very hard to find the place especially if you dont know the Binondo area (China Town). At that time I forgot to bring the address, which makes it more difficult to find the place. Stupid huh? So who knows the place better than the residents right? But it is also dangerous to ask just anyone from this place. Divisoria and Binondo is a haven for pick pockets and hooligans. We figured it is best to ask the Diaguars! (Pretty macho name for "guradia" huh? Astig no? Tagalog slang for security guards.) Most of them don’t know the street. Some of them were just plain dumb and pointed us to the wrong direction. Anyway, we found ourselves lost and drifting to a familiar Chinese deli… ENG BEE TEN. This place rocks for selling the best hopia and tikoy in town. It was packed with costumers buying their new year supplies. My mouth was already watering from the smell of their goodies. Yum! Yum!
After falling in line at the cashier, I found out that it was my destiny to become a porter. Mama Mila bought a dozen tikoy (Chinese rice cake) to give to their relatives in the province. (…she’s not Chinese…) That’s how thoughtful she is.
After shopping we tried to hire a pedicab to find the street. But these guys are asking us for a lot of money so I figured that we just ask the other security guards near Binondo Chruch. We asked a couple and marched our way towards nearby bridge. Much to our surprise, there was a man tailing us. Before we got to the bridge he was already volunteering to take us there…the fishy part is that he wants to take us to use the other route. If I was not there, my honey and her mom would have been held up. The man was so nice that you wouldn’t get a hint that he is luring us away. Then I said: “We don’t know this guy! And we didn’t even ask him to help us in the first place, so why follow him?” So we walked as fast as we could. On the way I asked for my pen. Maybe I can use it as a weapon! Right then I felt my senses heightened, like a wolf. I try to keep my pace as I peer to my sides. Constantly looking for the danger that might surprise us.
In minute I saw a man who just popped behind us. I tried to look tough. I tell you, if somebody touches me at that time I would have sprung to my Kung-Fu mode! I was already reviewing the enemies weak points and martial techniques in my head. And if these men touches a hair on my honey I will definitely kick their ass! Whoaaa!!!
When we got to Metrobank, we were scared shitless about our stalker. He just disappeared! Good thing that the nice security guard pointed us in the right direction. And as soon as the coast is clear, we hurriedly walked towards the printing press. But as we turned, Lany has spotted the scary looking guy standing near a sari-sari store waiting for us! He might be a professional stalker/hoodlum, but he aint no match for our feet! damn were fast!
Even evil has its limitations. After an hour at the printing press I guess the fugly man left us. He knows how fast we were on foot. I'm thankful that nothing bad had happen to us that day. Just a brush with danger, thats all. But it has its advantages. Atleast my dear mama Mila knows that I won't let nothing bad happen to her daughter. And thats 100 pogi points for me!
As the day went by we found ourselves at SM Manila scouting for barong. I'm so picky! I still cant find the perfect one. Our invitations were redesigned and ready before Christmas. And I have another experience to blog about.
posted by: Dennis
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
MANO PO 3 (LAST PART NA PO!)
Mano Po 3 continued…
This is the last of the mano po series. It's hard to finish this with my busy schedule. Nowadays time is a luxury thing for me. But I have to finish…Your imagination might be running wild after mano po 2. So before my blog becomes misinterpreted, here is the rest of the story.
We were received warmly by Lany's family. Everybody is wearing their best smile. I have seen Daddy Tony receive guest before, but this time it's more personal. I'm glad everything is running smoothly. How wonderful! But I still can't remove this funny feeling inside me…
I try to become a part of the household and make myself useful. I figured this is the time to practice being a family. So in my own little way I try and help them. But it's hard to be helpful if you have Che-che around. She is the second eldest in the family. She put herself in charge of overseeing that everything is in order.
After gathering everyone in the sala, the old folks went to their strategic position. Brandy has been served to the men, and light refreshment for the women. At the sight of it, looks like it's only going to be an acquaintance party. But after a few minutes everything fell into position. Like a chess game. Touch move!
We were in the center, like two stranded individuals in an island surrounded by sharks! Daddy Tony is firing the questions left and right. I can't remember everything. My mind at that time was blocked and in a shock. The questions become personal, while the one answering questions is getting loaded with brandy. Thank God that all the questions were properly answered. Lany and I are so tensed! Especially when it was her moms turn to speak.
I knew that there is something wrong with the way she looks at me. She told everyone how she felt about me. And being a parent, I know that it is her right. And that she is only being protective about her daughter. She made it clear that she doesn’t like what she saw in me that morning. She didn’t like the fact that I am impatient when it comes to waiting. She doesn’t like the idea that I left the meeting place despite the fact that they are late. It comes to her that I am not right for her daughter. I know that I am not at fault. Lany knows it! She kept whispering “I’m sorry” to my ears as the roasting goes on. She tried to shield me, and explain why those things happened. And it's entirely her fault that she didn’t communicate with me at all. Clearly I was misunderstood. I tried to reason out, but her mind was set on it. For her “Dennis spells EVIL” no matter how you mix the letters.
The debate concluded with good remarks coming from the head of the household. We all ate a delicious meal care of yours truly and Lany’s family. All the men went outside to continue the male bonding that they so enjoyed. Our women stayed in the sala where they entertained themselves singing songs from the videoke. I, on the other hand felt like Osama bin Laden. I wanted to tunnel underground and hide myself in shame.
I joined the men and try to be with bond with them. I felt good knowing that my father and Lany’s father were getting along so well! The two bigotillo’s (men with mustache) are really connecting. Advice comes very cheap that night. They really wanted our relationship to work!
And as the night becomes deeper, I knew that I have an obligation to explain myself to Lany’s mom. And when we were ready to go home, I found her in the kitchen alone. It's my chance! I held her hand and thanked her for the nice reception that we had in their house. No hospitality can compare to what they have done for my family.
I tried to explain to her what had happened that morning. And that there was a miscommunication between me and her daughter. I couldn’t remember my exact words, but I knew I got through her. So, in that very spot, we settled our differences. At last, we buried the hatchet and try to understand each other. It’s the start of a good relationship…
So we said our goodbyes, and went home. Another page of our book has been turned. Now its time to move on with the wedding preparation. It's only a few weeks before our wedding. We need to pull ourselves together and make it happen. And for the meantime, I can finally sleep and stop worrying. No blood has been spilled. Peace reigns.
THE END (with a capital "T" for tikoy)
Hey Doc Philip! I saw your moms pic at Chito Vecina's webpage. Why is she crying? Chito is one of the best photojournalist in Pinas. We love how he covered our wedding. He's a real master!
This is the last of the mano po series. It's hard to finish this with my busy schedule. Nowadays time is a luxury thing for me. But I have to finish…Your imagination might be running wild after mano po 2. So before my blog becomes misinterpreted, here is the rest of the story.
We were received warmly by Lany's family. Everybody is wearing their best smile. I have seen Daddy Tony receive guest before, but this time it's more personal. I'm glad everything is running smoothly. How wonderful! But I still can't remove this funny feeling inside me…
I try to become a part of the household and make myself useful. I figured this is the time to practice being a family. So in my own little way I try and help them. But it's hard to be helpful if you have Che-che around. She is the second eldest in the family. She put herself in charge of overseeing that everything is in order.
After gathering everyone in the sala, the old folks went to their strategic position. Brandy has been served to the men, and light refreshment for the women. At the sight of it, looks like it's only going to be an acquaintance party. But after a few minutes everything fell into position. Like a chess game. Touch move!
We were in the center, like two stranded individuals in an island surrounded by sharks! Daddy Tony is firing the questions left and right. I can't remember everything. My mind at that time was blocked and in a shock. The questions become personal, while the one answering questions is getting loaded with brandy. Thank God that all the questions were properly answered. Lany and I are so tensed! Especially when it was her moms turn to speak.
I knew that there is something wrong with the way she looks at me. She told everyone how she felt about me. And being a parent, I know that it is her right. And that she is only being protective about her daughter. She made it clear that she doesn’t like what she saw in me that morning. She didn’t like the fact that I am impatient when it comes to waiting. She doesn’t like the idea that I left the meeting place despite the fact that they are late. It comes to her that I am not right for her daughter. I know that I am not at fault. Lany knows it! She kept whispering “I’m sorry” to my ears as the roasting goes on. She tried to shield me, and explain why those things happened. And it's entirely her fault that she didn’t communicate with me at all. Clearly I was misunderstood. I tried to reason out, but her mind was set on it. For her “Dennis spells EVIL” no matter how you mix the letters.
The debate concluded with good remarks coming from the head of the household. We all ate a delicious meal care of yours truly and Lany’s family. All the men went outside to continue the male bonding that they so enjoyed. Our women stayed in the sala where they entertained themselves singing songs from the videoke. I, on the other hand felt like Osama bin Laden. I wanted to tunnel underground and hide myself in shame.
I joined the men and try to be with bond with them. I felt good knowing that my father and Lany’s father were getting along so well! The two bigotillo’s (men with mustache) are really connecting. Advice comes very cheap that night. They really wanted our relationship to work!
And as the night becomes deeper, I knew that I have an obligation to explain myself to Lany’s mom. And when we were ready to go home, I found her in the kitchen alone. It's my chance! I held her hand and thanked her for the nice reception that we had in their house. No hospitality can compare to what they have done for my family.
I tried to explain to her what had happened that morning. And that there was a miscommunication between me and her daughter. I couldn’t remember my exact words, but I knew I got through her. So, in that very spot, we settled our differences. At last, we buried the hatchet and try to understand each other. It’s the start of a good relationship…
So we said our goodbyes, and went home. Another page of our book has been turned. Now its time to move on with the wedding preparation. It's only a few weeks before our wedding. We need to pull ourselves together and make it happen. And for the meantime, I can finally sleep and stop worrying. No blood has been spilled. Peace reigns.
THE END (with a capital "T" for tikoy)
Hey Doc Philip! I saw your moms pic at Chito Vecina's webpage. Why is she crying? Chito is one of the best photojournalist in Pinas. We love how he covered our wedding. He's a real master!
Posted By: Dennis
Monday, February 14, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
WEDDING FILE 2: "MANO PO 2"
Mano Po 2, continued...
As you might have guessed, there is a "Mano Po 3" after this blog. I'm sorry if I have written a long one. But you've made it this far. => so whats the point of quitting!?
So there I was cornerd. My plans of perfection was shattered. To tell you the truth I really hate it when my plans don't work out. No matter how small it is, the disappointment that I feel is huge. Although for years I try to remove this bad habit from me.
When Lany, Daddy Tony, and Mama Mila got to my town I took my better half and rushed home. It was rude of me not to have entertain them, or even invite them to have some refreshements at nearby fastfood shop. But I know that this is all for the better.
We had a quick lunch and ask my aunt to help us find her friend at the town hall for our marriage liscence. In most of the government offices it pays to have someone you know. It somehow removes the red tape, and moves your document request forward. Ofcourse, we need to lube it up with money grease! How convinient! At that time, we only did not bring extra lubricant, we also brought imported soap as opposed to their request of chocolates. Unfortunately, sorry for them. My chocolate supply had been consumed by relatives and friends in a matter of 3 days! Hah! Beat that record! Hehehe!
The processing of the marriage liscense was a breeze. There is nothing that a motivated government employee couldn’t do if they just put their mind to it. Thanks to my Tita Wena and her friends, things were easy for us. They were even kind enough to exempt us from the Family Planning Seminar. Anyway, there is nothing that the FPS can give us. We are medical professionals! I myself work at an IVF Center which deals with infertility day in and day out. I probably know more than them. Their kind of seminar is the “Family Planning: For Dummies” type. Yes its true! My friend Ferdie told me all about it. He said that they gave him the wrong instructions for the Billing Method (the rhythm or the calendar method of contraception). Therefore, giving his wife 2 pregnancies in a span of 1 year! Wow!
We finished about 3pm, then we headed to my place to prepare for the main event. The whole household was busy. We prepared a welcome gift to them, composed of fresh sea food, Pancit Malabon, Puto and a bottle of brandy. If there was room for fish sauce I would have generously bought some. But, there need to be room for the relatives in the vehicle. We are packed like sardines in one Tamaraw Fx (Pirated version! Who disguises to have an air-conditioning system that doesn’t work at all.) care of our helpful neighbor Ajie Martin. Thank you very much sir!
At past 4pm, although I know that we are going to be very late, our long time family friends (the neighborhood tambay’s) gave us a warm sarcastic send out! My father was so excited that he told all of them that we are going to my future in-laws to do the pinoy tradition, the pamamanhikan. Its his first time kasi, that’s why. Anyhow, we embarked on our long journey to the far far away land of Fairview. On the way there we Tito Marcelo was on a roll cracking jokes left and right followed by my dad’s smart alec remarks. It would have been a riot if I wasn’t nervous. I know that something fishy is going to happen to me.
If there was one thing that I could wish give our country , I would wish that we don’t have “traffic”. Its been 2 hours and we’re still in Sauyo road. My dad who had been experiencing a discomfort in his stomach was begging that he be let out of the vehicle or be dropped to his brother’s place in Novaliches. He couldn’t bear shitting on my in laws toilet and spreading his lethal gas. I would cause a big embarrassment on our part. Poor dad, he is sweating bullets. I know that he is going to explode. I have to agree that we have to drop him at my Tito Ernesto’s place.
When we got there, my father immediately jumped out of the vehicle and rang the door bell. I could see from his eyes that he is using his x-ray vision and heat vision to get through the steel door while he waits for the maid to open up. He must go or else! Hehehe! The consequence for not visiting your relatives for so long is that, the household doesn’t know you. Specially the new once, like this housemaid. She wouldn’t let us in without a clearance from her boss. After a few more minutes, Tita Sianing opened the gate. She looks stupefied by the sight of us. She didn’t have an idea why the hell we were there! After a few seconds of rubbing her eyes, she welcomed us with open arms. Dad was quick! As soon as the door opened he already rushed to the toilet to find his ZEN.
We were received at the family’s sala. Tita Agring (my cousin Ria’s mom) and my mom reminisced the past. How much they have grown old, and how fast the kids were growing, preparations for my wedding etc. etc. Not that I mind, but we are so late! And so, as soon as my dad showed up I gave them the signal to go. Lany’s mom has already been calling her mobile now.
When we got to the Caras territory there were already men having drinks at gate. After a few seconds, Daddy Tony had already made himself visible and gave us a warm welcome. I gave him the Mano Po, then introduced my parents. Tita Glo came out and gave a cheerful greeting while Mommy Mila gave a mysterious smile….Oh no! That mysterious smile again!
To be continued…
Does Marina prefer fish balls rather than squid balls? Will the Mulawin clan die from bird flu? Tune in next time as the drama unfolds in “Mano Po 3”!!!
As you might have guessed, there is a "Mano Po 3" after this blog. I'm sorry if I have written a long one. But you've made it this far. => so whats the point of quitting!?
So there I was cornerd. My plans of perfection was shattered. To tell you the truth I really hate it when my plans don't work out. No matter how small it is, the disappointment that I feel is huge. Although for years I try to remove this bad habit from me.
When Lany, Daddy Tony, and Mama Mila got to my town I took my better half and rushed home. It was rude of me not to have entertain them, or even invite them to have some refreshements at nearby fastfood shop. But I know that this is all for the better.
We had a quick lunch and ask my aunt to help us find her friend at the town hall for our marriage liscence. In most of the government offices it pays to have someone you know. It somehow removes the red tape, and moves your document request forward. Ofcourse, we need to lube it up with money grease! How convinient! At that time, we only did not bring extra lubricant, we also brought imported soap as opposed to their request of chocolates. Unfortunately, sorry for them. My chocolate supply had been consumed by relatives and friends in a matter of 3 days! Hah! Beat that record! Hehehe!
The processing of the marriage liscense was a breeze. There is nothing that a motivated government employee couldn’t do if they just put their mind to it. Thanks to my Tita Wena and her friends, things were easy for us. They were even kind enough to exempt us from the Family Planning Seminar. Anyway, there is nothing that the FPS can give us. We are medical professionals! I myself work at an IVF Center which deals with infertility day in and day out. I probably know more than them. Their kind of seminar is the “Family Planning: For Dummies” type. Yes its true! My friend Ferdie told me all about it. He said that they gave him the wrong instructions for the Billing Method (the rhythm or the calendar method of contraception). Therefore, giving his wife 2 pregnancies in a span of 1 year! Wow!
We finished about 3pm, then we headed to my place to prepare for the main event. The whole household was busy. We prepared a welcome gift to them, composed of fresh sea food, Pancit Malabon, Puto and a bottle of brandy. If there was room for fish sauce I would have generously bought some. But, there need to be room for the relatives in the vehicle. We are packed like sardines in one Tamaraw Fx (Pirated version! Who disguises to have an air-conditioning system that doesn’t work at all.) care of our helpful neighbor Ajie Martin. Thank you very much sir!
At past 4pm, although I know that we are going to be very late, our long time family friends (the neighborhood tambay’s) gave us a warm sarcastic send out! My father was so excited that he told all of them that we are going to my future in-laws to do the pinoy tradition, the pamamanhikan. Its his first time kasi, that’s why. Anyhow, we embarked on our long journey to the far far away land of Fairview. On the way there we Tito Marcelo was on a roll cracking jokes left and right followed by my dad’s smart alec remarks. It would have been a riot if I wasn’t nervous. I know that something fishy is going to happen to me.
If there was one thing that I could wish give our country , I would wish that we don’t have “traffic”. Its been 2 hours and we’re still in Sauyo road. My dad who had been experiencing a discomfort in his stomach was begging that he be let out of the vehicle or be dropped to his brother’s place in Novaliches. He couldn’t bear shitting on my in laws toilet and spreading his lethal gas. I would cause a big embarrassment on our part. Poor dad, he is sweating bullets. I know that he is going to explode. I have to agree that we have to drop him at my Tito Ernesto’s place.
When we got there, my father immediately jumped out of the vehicle and rang the door bell. I could see from his eyes that he is using his x-ray vision and heat vision to get through the steel door while he waits for the maid to open up. He must go or else! Hehehe! The consequence for not visiting your relatives for so long is that, the household doesn’t know you. Specially the new once, like this housemaid. She wouldn’t let us in without a clearance from her boss. After a few more minutes, Tita Sianing opened the gate. She looks stupefied by the sight of us. She didn’t have an idea why the hell we were there! After a few seconds of rubbing her eyes, she welcomed us with open arms. Dad was quick! As soon as the door opened he already rushed to the toilet to find his ZEN.
We were received at the family’s sala. Tita Agring (my cousin Ria’s mom) and my mom reminisced the past. How much they have grown old, and how fast the kids were growing, preparations for my wedding etc. etc. Not that I mind, but we are so late! And so, as soon as my dad showed up I gave them the signal to go. Lany’s mom has already been calling her mobile now.
When we got to the Caras territory there were already men having drinks at gate. After a few seconds, Daddy Tony had already made himself visible and gave us a warm welcome. I gave him the Mano Po, then introduced my parents. Tita Glo came out and gave a cheerful greeting while Mommy Mila gave a mysterious smile….Oh no! That mysterious smile again!
To be continued…
Does Marina prefer fish balls rather than squid balls? Will the Mulawin clan die from bird flu? Tune in next time as the drama unfolds in “Mano Po 3”!!!
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
WEDDING FILE 2: "MANO PO"
Before I start, I would like to thank Richard Vinluan for the invitation to write comments on his blogsite. Nice piece of work!
Secondly, I'm happy that our visitors reached the 400 mark! I never knew that anybody would be interested in these things. It surely gives me a reason to blog about. To everyone out there, keep reading! And don't be afraid to write your comments.
MANO PO:
I never really watched any of the Mano Po movies, but I felt that I was in it during the Pamamanhikan thing. I don't even know how the movie goes but I'm pretty sure that it will be as cheesy as what I will tell you. All these will be from my point of view ok. Let my wife tell you about her's. Hee-hee!
And so, two days after the arrival we planned for the first family visit to Lany's family in Fairview. I felt so nervous! Finally my folks will be stepping on Caras territory. Knowing a little bit of our family's differences made me feel uneasy. All we wanted is that our families will get along very well. Like they say, "First impressions, last...". And I haven't made a good impression to her parents yet!
This day didn't start well. You see, we wanted to secure a few documents during the day before we take the big move during the afternoon. We were suppose to meet up in Jollibee Cubao at 8am. And then well go to the Navotas City Hall to apply for our Marriage Contract, have lunch at my place then bring my parents to Caras territory in at 4pm. But as always, my better half is always late.
And so there I was in Cubao, earlier than usual. I took extra care in planning for my trip to Jollibee so I won't be late and not waste any time sitting there. I want to get things done asap! Afterall, I haven't had a descent sleep before and during our trip to pinas. We've been very busy with the preparation. (And I thank God and Bill Gates for the internet! If it wasn't for this medium we would have organized this whole event.)
After a cup of coffee and 1 order of Jolly Longanisa Breakfast, it was already 8am and Lany hasnt showed up yet. So I ordered a glass of Jolly Iced Tea to cool my nerves. My intuition tells me that she will be very late. And it will make me very mad! Afterall, patience has never been my best virtue. I messaged her time and time again, but with no reply. I tried to call her but she wouldnt answer....little by little, the fiber of my ever thining strand of patience is running out. Thank God, Farmers Plaza has opened a few minutes early. I have walk to cool down. And so I messaged her that I will stroll around the mall while I wait for her. Message sent! A couple of minutes inside National Bookstore I still didn't get any message from her. And so I took out my phone. My grip starts to tighten as I peek at the LCD... "I have a full signal. What happened to her?! I hope she is ok."
Hours later I found myself tired, unproductive, and sitting on a chair at malls internet shop. I found myself blogging for some reason. Trying to get my feelings out to anyone who wants to read it. I felt that its easier to pull a chicken out of my ear that to wait for someone who might not even show up. (sorry honey! I felt I'm murdering you. But I have to justify the event. =>) I texted her to say that Im going home. I have to go and get our marriage liscence. See you tonight.
I rushed for the bus stop. My head is throbbing from thinking what had happened to her. My battery is running low. After finding the most comftable seat in the bus, my phone rang! Its my Honey and she already in Cubao! Darn! I have not passed SM North! "Do I have to go back there?" I asked myself My Jolly mood that I got from Jollibee has changed already. And so I told her that I will meet up with her tonight. I can't go back there. My mood has changed. Bad mood na! but she was persistent even as I hang the phone twice. She messaged me to ask directions to my place. Her father will drop her at my house. I got angrier. My folks dont expect the meeting to be so soon! The house is a mess! We didn't prepare anything for them! My GOD! I felt a Tsunami hit my chest. I want everything to be perfect, but whats happening?! Am I cursed? All these things were crushing my brains, as the funny voice on the radio said, "Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan?" I knew I'm doomed!
I gave her the directions to my place. I also send a message to my sis Bab's to get ready. They might meet my inlaws early. She did not reaply but I know she will do something...some sort of a miracle perhaps.
When I reached home, my parents were already busy preparing food for them. The house was semi-presentable now. I bought a can of air freshener to lighten up the smell of seafood that my dad is cooking. Its the best that we can do for a surprise visit.
to be continued....
Secondly, I'm happy that our visitors reached the 400 mark! I never knew that anybody would be interested in these things. It surely gives me a reason to blog about. To everyone out there, keep reading! And don't be afraid to write your comments.
MANO PO:
I never really watched any of the Mano Po movies, but I felt that I was in it during the Pamamanhikan thing. I don't even know how the movie goes but I'm pretty sure that it will be as cheesy as what I will tell you. All these will be from my point of view ok. Let my wife tell you about her's. Hee-hee!
And so, two days after the arrival we planned for the first family visit to Lany's family in Fairview. I felt so nervous! Finally my folks will be stepping on Caras territory. Knowing a little bit of our family's differences made me feel uneasy. All we wanted is that our families will get along very well. Like they say, "First impressions, last...". And I haven't made a good impression to her parents yet!
This day didn't start well. You see, we wanted to secure a few documents during the day before we take the big move during the afternoon. We were suppose to meet up in Jollibee Cubao at 8am. And then well go to the Navotas City Hall to apply for our Marriage Contract, have lunch at my place then bring my parents to Caras territory in at 4pm. But as always, my better half is always late.
And so there I was in Cubao, earlier than usual. I took extra care in planning for my trip to Jollibee so I won't be late and not waste any time sitting there. I want to get things done asap! Afterall, I haven't had a descent sleep before and during our trip to pinas. We've been very busy with the preparation. (And I thank God and Bill Gates for the internet! If it wasn't for this medium we would have organized this whole event.)
After a cup of coffee and 1 order of Jolly Longanisa Breakfast, it was already 8am and Lany hasnt showed up yet. So I ordered a glass of Jolly Iced Tea to cool my nerves. My intuition tells me that she will be very late. And it will make me very mad! Afterall, patience has never been my best virtue. I messaged her time and time again, but with no reply. I tried to call her but she wouldnt answer....little by little, the fiber of my ever thining strand of patience is running out. Thank God, Farmers Plaza has opened a few minutes early. I have walk to cool down. And so I messaged her that I will stroll around the mall while I wait for her. Message sent! A couple of minutes inside National Bookstore I still didn't get any message from her. And so I took out my phone. My grip starts to tighten as I peek at the LCD... "I have a full signal. What happened to her?! I hope she is ok."
Hours later I found myself tired, unproductive, and sitting on a chair at malls internet shop. I found myself blogging for some reason. Trying to get my feelings out to anyone who wants to read it. I felt that its easier to pull a chicken out of my ear that to wait for someone who might not even show up. (sorry honey! I felt I'm murdering you. But I have to justify the event. =>) I texted her to say that Im going home. I have to go and get our marriage liscence. See you tonight.
I rushed for the bus stop. My head is throbbing from thinking what had happened to her. My battery is running low. After finding the most comftable seat in the bus, my phone rang! Its my Honey and she already in Cubao! Darn! I have not passed SM North! "Do I have to go back there?" I asked myself My Jolly mood that I got from Jollibee has changed already. And so I told her that I will meet up with her tonight. I can't go back there. My mood has changed. Bad mood na! but she was persistent even as I hang the phone twice. She messaged me to ask directions to my place. Her father will drop her at my house. I got angrier. My folks dont expect the meeting to be so soon! The house is a mess! We didn't prepare anything for them! My GOD! I felt a Tsunami hit my chest. I want everything to be perfect, but whats happening?! Am I cursed? All these things were crushing my brains, as the funny voice on the radio said, "Kailangan pa bang i-memorize yan?" I knew I'm doomed!
I gave her the directions to my place. I also send a message to my sis Bab's to get ready. They might meet my inlaws early. She did not reaply but I know she will do something...some sort of a miracle perhaps.
When I reached home, my parents were already busy preparing food for them. The house was semi-presentable now. I bought a can of air freshener to lighten up the smell of seafood that my dad is cooking. Its the best that we can do for a surprise visit.
to be continued....
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
SLEEPLESS IN MANAMA
There are times in our busy lives that we just can't sleep for no reason. In my case, we slept at 4:00 in the afternoon and woke up at 1am. I might had my fair share of sleep earlier thats why I can't get any tonight.
I opened my laptop to check my mails. Maybe there is a friend who will share an experience that will make me sleep! hehehe! Joke! I read all of your mails. Except for the forwarded messages! I dont like those things. I had one that said I will get bad luck for seven years if I dont forward his email. What a friend?! He might as well send me a bolt of lightning to go with it.
Anyhow, I'm giving myself up to 3am to cybersurf and then close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep. Or! There is a bottle of vodka lying around here. I'm tempted to give myself a shot or two. But I don't want a hang over later. I have an important job to do.
Its almost 3am and I have to go. Wish me luck that tomorrow when I go to bed everything will flow smoothly. Be sleeping in my side of the bed with my brand new wife! hehehe! goodnight to all! bye!
I opened my laptop to check my mails. Maybe there is a friend who will share an experience that will make me sleep! hehehe! Joke! I read all of your mails. Except for the forwarded messages! I dont like those things. I had one that said I will get bad luck for seven years if I dont forward his email. What a friend?! He might as well send me a bolt of lightning to go with it.
Anyhow, I'm giving myself up to 3am to cybersurf and then close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep. Or! There is a bottle of vodka lying around here. I'm tempted to give myself a shot or two. But I don't want a hang over later. I have an important job to do.
Its almost 3am and I have to go. Wish me luck that tomorrow when I go to bed everything will flow smoothly. Be sleeping in my side of the bed with my brand new wife! hehehe! goodnight to all! bye!
Sunday, January 30, 2005
WEDDING FILE 1: "ARRIVAL TO THE PHILIPPINES"
December 17, 2004
It was 7pm when our friend Don dropped us at the Bahrain International Airport. We unloaded his car with the usual Pinoy travel necessities like: a suitacase full of clothes, a huge balikbayan box full of goodies (fruits, appliances, chocolates, coffee...etc.), a hand carry full of more goodies, a bag of laptop and accessories, and Lany's wedding gown (very huge box...very fragile...if you tilt or knock it over she will give you a nice concussion!). Very light indeed considering that its only our 3rd trip back home. I guess veteran expats carry heavier than usual packages.
When we got to the airport, we met up with our friends the Caday family and their well-wishers. We took a few photos and then went on our jolly way to check in our laguages. I was praying hard that our things wouldn't weigh more than it should. Or else I have to unpack and unload some of my stuff. I heard a lot of nasty rumours about airport personel, and I don't want to be in trouble with one of them. I also made an extra prayer for the immigration guy to let us through on this date. Because our "exit pass" is a day ahead of our departure. He has the right not to let us pass. I did this trick last year and it worked. Good thing that he was nice, or else it would have led us in to a much bigger mess.
My things came over the weighing scale and was taken in without any hassle. Darn! I could have put an extra kilo in it. When it was Lany's turn it went over an extra 2kg! Could the fruits inside the box got contaminted with soil and germinated into a tree?! It can't be! (I haven't tried to use this alibi before. But if you have the balls to do so, then the best of luck to you. Hope that the person behind the counter is a blonde! hehehehe!)
Bahrain's Duty Free is small but complete. The showcase of items are immense and well displayed. I took photo of the the dancing Santa near the toy section. I even danced to his tune of jingle bells! I really felt the spirit of Christmas because we were on our way home. Yipee!!!!
As we boarded the plane, I felt the stigma of another agonizing trip home. 12 hours is a long time to sit. Even if there is inflight entertainment, I can feel my but flatten as the minutes pass me by. My problem with sleeping on the planes uncomftable seats seems to be my biggest dilemma. I tried alcoholic beverages, but these things makes you got to the bathroom every now and then. Nah! I will stick to the movies instead.
So there I was, sitting beside my future wife as she sleeps on my shoulders. For a minute I thought I was getting some well deserved sleep, but the thought of the work ahead of this wedding wakes me up like coffee. Oh well! Another film flashed before my eyes. Time to watch another one.
To make the story short...we reached the Philippine airspace at around 4pm. We took small clips of the landing, and NAIA airport along the way. My heart pounds as we near the arrival area. Oh man I cant wait to see my fathers expression when he see's me and Lany! We were about to see them in a minute, but Lany's trolly has a break problem...wait!...no breaks on either of our trolly's! I have to come back up the ramp to get her. At that time I felt like an Alaskan Salmon swimming againts the rush of travellers trying hard to gain control on their descending trolly.
I spotted my father in an instant! I guess its an instinct to distinguish our parents from a crowd. Never have I been lost since I was a child. And I won't lose sight of my old man now! I saw my future mother inlaw at the arrival station...and she ain't smilling at all. Well, atleast not at me. Probably a maternal instinct too! Hehehe! Anyways, I will let it go this time. I know that she has this feeling that her daughter will be taken away anytime soon.
And so we parted ways for the mean time. For now we join our own biological family towards home. I am glad to be with them...I can't wait 'till we get there. I miss home cooking so much, I swear that anchovies will taste like gourmet food in my mouth. ahhhhh!!! I know that my dad has cooked something special because he kept asking what I want. Let me guess, hmmm...Adobong Pusit! Hahaha!
My night ended with a bottle of cold San Miguel Beer after shots of Emperador Brandy. My tired body was ready to give in from my beds invitation of sleep...Tomorrow is another day...a working day! We have loads of preparation ahead of us. Thank God for my cousin RIA, Tita Wena, Babs my sis and My inlaws for all the help that they gave us when we were away. Godbless each one of them!
to my Dear cousin Geoffrey, who is now serving the people of Kosovo through the United Nations...I wrote each and every blog here. Thanks for the wonderful comment! Tell Mylene about this site will ya? Keep reading and stay off o' those landmines will you?! Take care! Send me a few pictures if you have time.
love,
Dennis (I use to be little John when we played Voltes Fivaaaa!!! Now I'm not so little anymore. I can now play Big Bird! Haha!)
It was 7pm when our friend Don dropped us at the Bahrain International Airport. We unloaded his car with the usual Pinoy travel necessities like: a suitacase full of clothes, a huge balikbayan box full of goodies (fruits, appliances, chocolates, coffee...etc.), a hand carry full of more goodies, a bag of laptop and accessories, and Lany's wedding gown (very huge box...very fragile...if you tilt or knock it over she will give you a nice concussion!). Very light indeed considering that its only our 3rd trip back home. I guess veteran expats carry heavier than usual packages.
When we got to the airport, we met up with our friends the Caday family and their well-wishers. We took a few photos and then went on our jolly way to check in our laguages. I was praying hard that our things wouldn't weigh more than it should. Or else I have to unpack and unload some of my stuff. I heard a lot of nasty rumours about airport personel, and I don't want to be in trouble with one of them. I also made an extra prayer for the immigration guy to let us through on this date. Because our "exit pass" is a day ahead of our departure. He has the right not to let us pass. I did this trick last year and it worked. Good thing that he was nice, or else it would have led us in to a much bigger mess.
My things came over the weighing scale and was taken in without any hassle. Darn! I could have put an extra kilo in it. When it was Lany's turn it went over an extra 2kg! Could the fruits inside the box got contaminted with soil and germinated into a tree?! It can't be! (I haven't tried to use this alibi before. But if you have the balls to do so, then the best of luck to you. Hope that the person behind the counter is a blonde! hehehehe!)
Bahrain's Duty Free is small but complete. The showcase of items are immense and well displayed. I took photo of the the dancing Santa near the toy section. I even danced to his tune of jingle bells! I really felt the spirit of Christmas because we were on our way home. Yipee!!!!
As we boarded the plane, I felt the stigma of another agonizing trip home. 12 hours is a long time to sit. Even if there is inflight entertainment, I can feel my but flatten as the minutes pass me by. My problem with sleeping on the planes uncomftable seats seems to be my biggest dilemma. I tried alcoholic beverages, but these things makes you got to the bathroom every now and then. Nah! I will stick to the movies instead.
So there I was, sitting beside my future wife as she sleeps on my shoulders. For a minute I thought I was getting some well deserved sleep, but the thought of the work ahead of this wedding wakes me up like coffee. Oh well! Another film flashed before my eyes. Time to watch another one.
To make the story short...we reached the Philippine airspace at around 4pm. We took small clips of the landing, and NAIA airport along the way. My heart pounds as we near the arrival area. Oh man I cant wait to see my fathers expression when he see's me and Lany! We were about to see them in a minute, but Lany's trolly has a break problem...wait!...no breaks on either of our trolly's! I have to come back up the ramp to get her. At that time I felt like an Alaskan Salmon swimming againts the rush of travellers trying hard to gain control on their descending trolly.
I spotted my father in an instant! I guess its an instinct to distinguish our parents from a crowd. Never have I been lost since I was a child. And I won't lose sight of my old man now! I saw my future mother inlaw at the arrival station...and she ain't smilling at all. Well, atleast not at me. Probably a maternal instinct too! Hehehe! Anyways, I will let it go this time. I know that she has this feeling that her daughter will be taken away anytime soon.
And so we parted ways for the mean time. For now we join our own biological family towards home. I am glad to be with them...I can't wait 'till we get there. I miss home cooking so much, I swear that anchovies will taste like gourmet food in my mouth. ahhhhh!!! I know that my dad has cooked something special because he kept asking what I want. Let me guess, hmmm...Adobong Pusit! Hahaha!
My night ended with a bottle of cold San Miguel Beer after shots of Emperador Brandy. My tired body was ready to give in from my beds invitation of sleep...Tomorrow is another day...a working day! We have loads of preparation ahead of us. Thank God for my cousin RIA, Tita Wena, Babs my sis and My inlaws for all the help that they gave us when we were away. Godbless each one of them!
to my Dear cousin Geoffrey, who is now serving the people of Kosovo through the United Nations...I wrote each and every blog here. Thanks for the wonderful comment! Tell Mylene about this site will ya? Keep reading and stay off o' those landmines will you?! Take care! Send me a few pictures if you have time.
love,
Dennis (I use to be little John when we played Voltes Fivaaaa!!! Now I'm not so little anymore. I can now play Big Bird! Haha!)
Friday, January 28, 2005
BACK TO BAHRAIN
Marhaba!
We are back in sunny Bahrain since last tuesday, Jan. 25, 2005. And this time we came back married. There is a different feeling inside me coming back with a wedding ring around my finger. Suddenly, I don't have the fear of people's comments that we are very sweet in public. Being in an Arab country, you have to act proper most of the time. Otherwise people of different races look at you differently. Now, we can flash our shiny wedding rings in their faces and tell the whole world that we tied the knot!!! In your face man! (ring finger up in the air! bling! bling!)
The sad part about all these, is the fact the we left home once again as we look towards the future in another country. We will surely miss our parents, friends ,and the hamock tied between two coconut tree's in Boracay. Damn! That piece of net is a slice of heaven for us... I wish we had more than 40 days to spend back home. Oh well, all we have now are just memories to cherish and an empty wallet. Hehehehe!
In a couple of days I will be blogging about our experience preparing for the wedding, the wedding itself, the honeymoon in Boracay, and our days running around Pinas. I hope we keep you entertained and informed. So if you are still interested, keep reading!!!
Dennis and Lany
We are back in sunny Bahrain since last tuesday, Jan. 25, 2005. And this time we came back married. There is a different feeling inside me coming back with a wedding ring around my finger. Suddenly, I don't have the fear of people's comments that we are very sweet in public. Being in an Arab country, you have to act proper most of the time. Otherwise people of different races look at you differently. Now, we can flash our shiny wedding rings in their faces and tell the whole world that we tied the knot!!! In your face man! (ring finger up in the air! bling! bling!)
The sad part about all these, is the fact the we left home once again as we look towards the future in another country. We will surely miss our parents, friends ,and the hamock tied between two coconut tree's in Boracay. Damn! That piece of net is a slice of heaven for us... I wish we had more than 40 days to spend back home. Oh well, all we have now are just memories to cherish and an empty wallet. Hehehehe!
In a couple of days I will be blogging about our experience preparing for the wedding, the wedding itself, the honeymoon in Boracay, and our days running around Pinas. I hope we keep you entertained and informed. So if you are still interested, keep reading!!!
Dennis and Lany
Saturday, December 25, 2004
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Over the holidays, I experienced having a family again. Not just one but two! Weve been living our lives so far away from them for the past year. I use to remember when I was a kid that we cant live without them. We use to cry because we have to go to school and leave them...and then we grew up! When we reached the age of 12, we hate being kissed by our parents in public! yuck! That would be a total disaster.
But now, since we long so much of the warmth of being with them, we cherish every moment spent. Nevermind if they nag. Its ok. What is a month anyway? we lived with them most of our lives.
So whats keeping us busy? Wedding preparations. We didnt get any rest since we got here. Money is like sand in an hour glass...we only hope that when it runs out, and we start to tilt it, there would still be sand pouring down. I believe that its a cycle! in shala!!!
Last night, I spent the night at Lany's place. Noche Buena is a happy one for this family. Eversince Lany and her sis worked abroad, the family was not complete since then. Only last night! Her parents are so happy! Especially mama Mila.
I on the otherhand is happy just watching them....I wonder what happened to them? We dont spend christmas anyway.
Anyhow, Happy Holidays to one and all!!!
And Happy Birthday Honey! You are Santa's gift to me.
love,
Dennis and Lany
But now, since we long so much of the warmth of being with them, we cherish every moment spent. Nevermind if they nag. Its ok. What is a month anyway? we lived with them most of our lives.
So whats keeping us busy? Wedding preparations. We didnt get any rest since we got here. Money is like sand in an hour glass...we only hope that when it runs out, and we start to tilt it, there would still be sand pouring down. I believe that its a cycle! in shala!!!
Last night, I spent the night at Lany's place. Noche Buena is a happy one for this family. Eversince Lany and her sis worked abroad, the family was not complete since then. Only last night! Her parents are so happy! Especially mama Mila.
I on the otherhand is happy just watching them....I wonder what happened to them? We dont spend christmas anyway.
Anyhow, Happy Holidays to one and all!!!
And Happy Birthday Honey! You are Santa's gift to me.
love,
Dennis and Lany
Monday, December 20, 2004
WE'RE HOME!!!
December 18, 2004
We arrived in Manila in one piece! Its nice to see the country again. Although we have a lot of buisness to transact here. In a period of 2 days not much have been done. It's sad...we are behind schedule.
I already had my share of San Miguel Beer. There are only 3 beers that I like. Corona Extra, Miller Genuine Draft and our good old SMB light. Smooth! It goes down well on my throat, and not so heavy on the belly.
I met Lany's parents. They are cool! I did the "mano po" and called them mom and dad. Hehehe! I never thought the day would come that I would actually do that. I met her sister Che-che. She is nice...more talkative than my Honey-bunny! Hehehe! But talk is good! I never did like the silent type. It was funny when we were driving towards Westin Philippine Plaza Hotel. Daddy Tony would always tell Che-che to zip her mouth. But she was refused to do it! After dinner at Liquid, the van got noisier! I had a blast of their family's humour...the "Caras Family" style.
Later, we are going to do the pamamanhikan. My family will go to her place. O-MI-GOSH! This is the first time that I will be sitting in one room. I'm so nervous!
I am waiting for Lany at the mall in Cubao. We are suppose to meet at 9:30am at Jollibee. Its way past 11 and she still aint here. Might as well get a haircut and update the blogsite while I wait. It sucks to wait!
Ok. Its time to go to the saloon. Im crossing my fingers that they do justice to my hair. I've been maintaining the long hairstyle for sometime now. I will need to shave my goattee too! I look like a goon. See you guys later!
We arrived in Manila in one piece! Its nice to see the country again. Although we have a lot of buisness to transact here. In a period of 2 days not much have been done. It's sad...we are behind schedule.
I already had my share of San Miguel Beer. There are only 3 beers that I like. Corona Extra, Miller Genuine Draft and our good old SMB light. Smooth! It goes down well on my throat, and not so heavy on the belly.
I met Lany's parents. They are cool! I did the "mano po" and called them mom and dad. Hehehe! I never thought the day would come that I would actually do that. I met her sister Che-che. She is nice...more talkative than my Honey-bunny! Hehehe! But talk is good! I never did like the silent type. It was funny when we were driving towards Westin Philippine Plaza Hotel. Daddy Tony would always tell Che-che to zip her mouth. But she was refused to do it! After dinner at Liquid, the van got noisier! I had a blast of their family's humour...the "Caras Family" style.
Later, we are going to do the pamamanhikan. My family will go to her place. O-MI-GOSH! This is the first time that I will be sitting in one room. I'm so nervous!
I am waiting for Lany at the mall in Cubao. We are suppose to meet at 9:30am at Jollibee. Its way past 11 and she still aint here. Might as well get a haircut and update the blogsite while I wait. It sucks to wait!
Ok. Its time to go to the saloon. Im crossing my fingers that they do justice to my hair. I've been maintaining the long hairstyle for sometime now. I will need to shave my goattee too! I look like a goon. See you guys later!
Sunday, December 12, 2004
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JINAN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JINAN!!!
It's our favorite baby's 1st birthday today. Our beautiful cutie doll has become an adorable little arabian princess. I will be posting her picture here soon. There are no words to describe her. Of course she has taken the features of her dad Hameed Alawi...I just hope she doesn't look like her father when she grows up. Hehehe! Sorry siddiq!
Anyways, I just ate from the buffet here at the Alawi residence in Manama. Ate Fe (the mother) cooked a terrific set of pastries. I'm sure that Lany will love it when she gets here. Poor thing. She is stuck at the hospital until 10pm. She has already called me for the fourth time now. I bet she would like to get here asap.
CONFIRMATION CERTIFICATE
Can anyone tell me about this? Earlier I went to the Sacred Heart Church in Manama to claim her Confirmation Certificate. After examining the document, was surprised to see that it doesnt have the "FOR MARRIAGE PURPOSE" stamp on it. According to the secretary and the parish priest, the addition of this stamp is applicable here. So it is not a requirement. But how come Paco church is asking for a stamp? It doesn't make sense. Who is doing the right thing? Paco Church or Sacred Heart? I know that the Pope is reading my blog. So to you Mr. Holy See sir, you can email me at sinneddc@yahoo.com . And for anyone out there who knows about this, you are most welcome to write me one. I'm looking forward to hear from you guys.
It's our favorite baby's 1st birthday today. Our beautiful cutie doll has become an adorable little arabian princess. I will be posting her picture here soon. There are no words to describe her. Of course she has taken the features of her dad Hameed Alawi...I just hope she doesn't look like her father when she grows up. Hehehe! Sorry siddiq!
Anyways, I just ate from the buffet here at the Alawi residence in Manama. Ate Fe (the mother) cooked a terrific set of pastries. I'm sure that Lany will love it when she gets here. Poor thing. She is stuck at the hospital until 10pm. She has already called me for the fourth time now. I bet she would like to get here asap.
CONFIRMATION CERTIFICATE
Can anyone tell me about this? Earlier I went to the Sacred Heart Church in Manama to claim her Confirmation Certificate. After examining the document, was surprised to see that it doesnt have the "FOR MARRIAGE PURPOSE" stamp on it. According to the secretary and the parish priest, the addition of this stamp is applicable here. So it is not a requirement. But how come Paco church is asking for a stamp? It doesn't make sense. Who is doing the right thing? Paco Church or Sacred Heart? I know that the Pope is reading my blog. So to you Mr. Holy See sir, you can email me at sinneddc@yahoo.com . And for anyone out there who knows about this, you are most welcome to write me one. I'm looking forward to hear from you guys.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
SHORT BLOG
Yes! We are now counting the days for our trip back home. Yesterday we went shopping for a few essential items. A few things that the common OFW goes shopping for. Lots of soap actually. I don't know why our folks like them so much when they are bought from here. It is now available anywhere in pinas.
Im going to try and publish this short post. I sense that there is something wrong with the net today. I can't even access my yahoo mail. I would also want to announce that I have a new blog baby. Check it out at www.theblogeater.blogspot.com you might get a kick of what I will be writting there.
---Dennis
Im going to try and publish this short post. I sense that there is something wrong with the net today. I can't even access my yahoo mail. I would also want to announce that I have a new blog baby. Check it out at www.theblogeater.blogspot.com you might get a kick of what I will be writting there.
---Dennis
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
"S" HAPPENS
Sh!t happens!
A couple of days ago I was on fire writting good words and mentioning names that had made an impact on us. I have reached the length of a worthy blog to be published. But darn it! Right after I click "publish", the words "error in page" appeared on screen. And all my hard work is gone! It whipped my like Yoyong the typhoon did to your country men several days ago. It was a moment of s@*^!
So here I am a couple of days after that blog-mishap, sitting infront of the laboratory pc while waiting for the surgeon to make his grand entrance. It is raining outside when I left home. For sure Lany had forgotten to take yeterdays laundry this morning. We had attempted to take it last night but it's still damp. Now for sure it's soaking wet! And when I get to her place later she will be fuming mad!
(45 mins after the operation)
I'm back from the operating room! There was a big fuzz with the urologist being 20 mins late. It surely pissed the anesthetist. But who isn't on the edge now a days? Me and Lany on the other hand have been like a "siamese fighting fish"over the past few days. Well, who wouldn't be? When your own relatives decide to diss you in the middle of the preparation to your OWN WEDDING, I guess you have the right to be mad. Poor Lany, whe was crying, and very frustrated over the entourage last night. Why? Because our Primary Sponsors list is like a ballot being counted after the election. Sometimes their names are in, and sometimes they are out. Who has the right to make decisions to this wedding anyway? If there is anybody who should call the shots IT'S US! I don't want to go to details anymore. We just want to express our disappointment with the rest of the brood!
We would like to extend our thanks to our friends who expressed their concerns over us. You guys are so sweet! Marianne Manalo and Evelyn Dabu (Lany's close friends), called a "barangay chat", when they heard about our flight sched being cancelled. I called it "barangay chat" because they are like a barangay capt and his men, calling out an emergency meeting. You guys are cool!
Later on I will be checking my part of the guest list. Our budget dictates that we can only invite 200 guests. It is extremely difficult to pick and eliminate the ones that you love. We have read articles over this matter. It say's that we should give priority to close relatives and close friends in choosing. We should also take in great consideration our suppliers (for example the quartet, photo and video etc.) that will be present on that day. Like Philip said, "you can't make the photographer hungry! Or else he will take horrible shots." And so, to our relatives that won't be invited, we are very sorry! We can only wish that it is possible to accomodate all of you. We hope that you understand.
On the otherhand, there are a handfull of friends that we wish could be there, but can't. CJ Blase, my dear friend and constant chat mate. You have been wonderful to me. We never lost communication even after she went to the windy city. Gladys, who is now working in a laboratory beside the morgue in Jerssey. Me and the guys will miss you! You still are our baby sister with a baby.
To Ellen "Texan Ilocana", and Onat "Latik", Jhen Cusipag will be there in your behalf. Please get in touch with me.
Hmmm...the weather seem to have clouded up my mind. I wanted to write some more, but I can't think of anything. Winter in Bahrain has started about two weeks ago.Today, there is a little bit of rain. Its a nice day to sleep. Unfortunately, there is still work to be done. Time to space out for a while, and sip a cup of hot coffee before I start to work. Ta-ta!
---Dennis
A couple of days ago I was on fire writting good words and mentioning names that had made an impact on us. I have reached the length of a worthy blog to be published. But darn it! Right after I click "publish", the words "error in page" appeared on screen. And all my hard work is gone! It whipped my like Yoyong the typhoon did to your country men several days ago. It was a moment of s@*^!
So here I am a couple of days after that blog-mishap, sitting infront of the laboratory pc while waiting for the surgeon to make his grand entrance. It is raining outside when I left home. For sure Lany had forgotten to take yeterdays laundry this morning. We had attempted to take it last night but it's still damp. Now for sure it's soaking wet! And when I get to her place later she will be fuming mad!
(45 mins after the operation)
I'm back from the operating room! There was a big fuzz with the urologist being 20 mins late. It surely pissed the anesthetist. But who isn't on the edge now a days? Me and Lany on the other hand have been like a "siamese fighting fish"over the past few days. Well, who wouldn't be? When your own relatives decide to diss you in the middle of the preparation to your OWN WEDDING, I guess you have the right to be mad. Poor Lany, whe was crying, and very frustrated over the entourage last night. Why? Because our Primary Sponsors list is like a ballot being counted after the election. Sometimes their names are in, and sometimes they are out. Who has the right to make decisions to this wedding anyway? If there is anybody who should call the shots IT'S US! I don't want to go to details anymore. We just want to express our disappointment with the rest of the brood!
We would like to extend our thanks to our friends who expressed their concerns over us. You guys are so sweet! Marianne Manalo and Evelyn Dabu (Lany's close friends), called a "barangay chat", when they heard about our flight sched being cancelled. I called it "barangay chat" because they are like a barangay capt and his men, calling out an emergency meeting. You guys are cool!
Later on I will be checking my part of the guest list. Our budget dictates that we can only invite 200 guests. It is extremely difficult to pick and eliminate the ones that you love. We have read articles over this matter. It say's that we should give priority to close relatives and close friends in choosing. We should also take in great consideration our suppliers (for example the quartet, photo and video etc.) that will be present on that day. Like Philip said, "you can't make the photographer hungry! Or else he will take horrible shots." And so, to our relatives that won't be invited, we are very sorry! We can only wish that it is possible to accomodate all of you. We hope that you understand.
On the otherhand, there are a handfull of friends that we wish could be there, but can't. CJ Blase, my dear friend and constant chat mate. You have been wonderful to me. We never lost communication even after she went to the windy city. Gladys, who is now working in a laboratory beside the morgue in Jerssey. Me and the guys will miss you! You still are our baby sister with a baby.
To Ellen "Texan Ilocana", and Onat "Latik", Jhen Cusipag will be there in your behalf. Please get in touch with me.
Hmmm...the weather seem to have clouded up my mind. I wanted to write some more, but I can't think of anything. Winter in Bahrain has started about two weeks ago.Today, there is a little bit of rain. Its a nice day to sleep. Unfortunately, there is still work to be done. Time to space out for a while, and sip a cup of hot coffee before I start to work. Ta-ta!
---Dennis
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