Dear Ky-Ky,

Yes, Ky-Ky. You call yourself Ky-Ky now. You don't call yourself Sky. Your Ninong Theon says that Ky-Ky reminds him of somebody and I'm not reacting to that though.

Anyway, I feel really blessed with you around. Yesterday, we celebrated your 2nd year in this Earth. You looked so grown up now in your orange Garfield shirt and shorts and you were eating your spaghetti on your own. Very much like a grown up kid.

Unlike last year, you had more fun this year with your playmates around. You were squealing and screaming in delight and you had fun when your playmates pulled you around when you were riding in the mini-bicycle that one of your titas gave you when you were still a couple of months old. Even when you tumbled over because of a wrong turn, you were still laughing and you were shouting, "Ky-Ky! Ulog!" (which meant "Nahulog si Ky-Ky!").

We were supposed to go to the mall so you could play at the motorbike that you wanted me to buy you. Since I didn't have money, I would have brought you to the arcade where you can take a seat behind any of the different rides there to your heart's content. But you fell asleep at home so I didn't wake you up.

When you woke up though, you had a temper and you wanted to turn on the TV. Of course, you couldn't because it wasn't plugged. You were screaming you wanted Barney and Elmo. So I took you upstairs and you were clapping and laughing with joy knowing that you can watch not only Barney and Elmo but Pampa as well. Your joys are so simple it makes me smile.

You didn't want your playmates to go home when their mom came over and asked told them that it was time to leave. Hearing that they had to go, you said, "Indi uwi." (which meant "Don't go home). Because it was your birthday, their mom gave them permission to stay later than usual.

When we were watching Pampa, I told you that you were one makulit baby. And you looked at me seriously and you said, "Indi baby." (meaning "Not a baby"). So I asked you what you were now. And you said, "Ig boy." (meaning "Big boy.") My little tot is now a big boy, huh.

You really are growing up so fast and yet you still continue to amaze me and keep not only me but all of us happy. I'm so happy that He sent you to me and I'm so happy that you're growing up alright. You are my blessing and you'll always be.

Be mabait and be a good son Ky-Ky.

Love you,
Mamu

Now that I'm reading a couple posts back, I'm thinking, "Where was my head?" Sure I do get emo some times and I hate it afterwards! Good thing I don't go emo when I'm drinking. Of course, getting emo happens. And it also happens to me. But I'm pretty thankful that with the kind of people I have around me, who needs SOs? Haha. Unless you're Johnny Depp maybe.

Anyway, here I am at home. This is the first time in three days that I have opened and used my computer. Really. I have been going home tired and with eyes almost dropping because I have been tutoring this kid who's my friend's son. And it's kinda fun. I just help him out with his assignments and that's it. Then I stay over for a couple of teleseryes and that's when I go home. And then I play with my kid who's been asking me for around a month now to buy him a motorcycle. He does not want just any kind of motorcycle. He wants the motorcycle that he can ride on. Sheesh! My little kid's growing up na talaga and I'm so happy.

Tons of revelations happened tonight. Hehe. We had fun squeezing our colleagues out of their secrets. Too bad there's nothing they can squeeze out of me. I would've had fun answering questions and being in the hot seat. Oh you know me. We were 12 in all and we had fun guffawing and laughing and singing and talking and drinking and joking and playing around. Thank God I have friends like that.

And so there are plans that we may be transferred to Manila before the year ends. And when that happens, I'd probably stay here in Legazpi. I'd find another job here. Or else I can take home-based jobs. Plenty of opportunities here. And yes, I'd still be traveling to and from Manila but that would be for fun. And so all of you who're in Manila, better be ready any time for my text messages might be coming and the next thing you'll know is that I'm telling you I'm in the Big City (not New York, of course).

Hay... With life being this happy, I'd probably not even find time to write really emo posts and really heart-breaking blogs. I promise you that when I'm happy, I write less. But when I'm frustrated or disappointed or hurting, that's when you'll find me spewing away the words (and my thoughts) like there's no tomorrow. Too bad.

Last night, we went to The Chef's House. It was Ahjie's (my son's godfather) debut with the Chakiks (don't ask). I had fun looking at Ahjie and Benson who looked just so alike as if they were twins who got separated at birth. Really!

Anyhow, the night was fun though rainy and cold. We had beer and some brandy. Oh yeah. I went for the brandy of course. Beer is just not... for me.

Anyway, while we were there, I heard tons of new stories. There's this one about a friend's brother already having a baby. Of course, I was quite surprised and I was thinking what could have been the reactions of the parents of my friend. After all, I know that they're not doing pretty well that's why they are venturing in various types of businesses just to get that added income. Oh well.

Also, there's this story of this person who's now expecting. The question now though is who is the baby's father? I mean, honestly, this girl just doesn't look like she's doing it you know. She's pretty... uh... virginal, if that would suffice. Promise. And now, what seems to complicate matters most is that she's been with two guys during that supposed time of conception. And there's this one who's willing to stand as the father (although he is sure that he ain't the sperm donor).

Another story I've heard was from this close friend of mine. A couple of weeks ago, he received a message from another one of his close friends. That friend of his said in his text message that he was just saying thank you for being a good barkada. Okay. If you're really not sarcastic, would you be sending such a message IN CAPITAL LETTERS? I don't think so.

Now, after analyzing that, we believe that that message was meant to convey sarcasm that his father was removed from office and he blames this close friend of mine's family for not backing his father up so that he'll still stay in position. Hmmm... Maybe. But my friend says, grown up matters should be left with the grown ups and we shouldn't be blaming each other over affairs that our parents are dealing with. Now that is quite so true. Plus, add to that the fact that if my friend's friend's father had not been messed up with the funds and resources, he should still be in office. But he screwed up for more than a decade. I guess it's just high time he stopped doing that.

Another drinking session guys! That way, I get to know more stories. You still have to hear those stories I've been told. Straight right out of the mouth of the babe.

Maybe having a son has been God's way of giving me my purpose in life. I mean, I have been thinking and reminiscing.

When I was a fresh graduate, I never did have any dreams. I mean, yes, I wanted a good job. But what job? I did not actually know where I wanted to work. Although I wanted to be part of an advertising company, I thought I was not good enough so I did not venture into that field.

When I landed a job as call center agent, I did not see myself having a higher position. I was no longer happy as an agent and I didn't even want to become a supervisor, a QA analyst, or any higher position. All I thought about that time was that I was earning a good salary (which I also spent in nothing worthy) and that was it. I did not have any visions of the future.

I did not save. When pay day comes around, I would withdraw most of my money. My mom sent me money for the unit I was renting. I only paid the electricity and water bills which only amounted to an average of 300php a month. Come to think of it, most of my salary was spent on taxi rides, food, Internet access at Netopia and drinking sessions. I did not have new clothes to brag about. I did buy a pirated portable VCD player though but that was no biggie.

But when I had a son, that become an eye-opener for me. I remember a letter a friend, Marlon, sent me when I was so depressed during my pregnancy. He said that maybe having a son would help me set my priorities. And I'm now realizing that it did.

I mean, right now, I do try to save some money (if I can). However, I may not have saved much but I was able to budget my money wiser than I had done before. I can buy milk and diapers for my kid plus some biscuits and stuff that my kid loves. I can still go out with friends and spend some cash on that. I have some spent cash on some pretty expensive (for me) stuff like a mobile phone, lots of original VCDs, some books, a trip to Manila on my own money, a computer, a point-and-shoot digital camera, internet connection... That kind of stuff. And come to think of it, I am earning much less than I was earning back in Manila.

Indeed, life can be pretty complex yet be pretty simple at the same time. And here I am, simply pretty still. Hehe.

But anyhow, I'd just like to thank Him. And thank Sky.

Haven't you realized? I've been absent from this blog for quite some time. I mean, a week and a day is that long for me considering that I am online most of the time. Now that would be a first. Hehe.

So why have I been absent? Well, simple. There are a lot of things to do. And I am blogging right now for I have been able to find some time to just update this blog. Just for the sake of updating it. I know that some people may frown on what I'm writing about right now but I don't care. This is my blog and I own it. If you want to read it, then go on. If you don't, then I don't care. I wouldn't be hankering around with some kind of 'promo' or 'stint' or 'gimmick' just so you would visit my blog. But to those who regularly drops by my site, thank you. I do apologize for that kind of long absence.

Anyway, my friend kind of took off for a week's worth of having a vacation. Now, as one of the regular visitors to her house, she has told me to check her house every day. So I'm doing that. I'll just see if her son is doing okay or if anybody needs something she didn't leave behind or if somebody needs a tutor or if Angelita is going to go down with the black cult. That kind of stuff. I can honestly say that I do not do such things at home. Haha.

Speaking of home, my son's birthday is coming up. I'm going to file a leave on that. It's not that we're having another grand party like last year. My son's turning two and my mom said that we don't have the resources to fund another party like what we had last year. So I'll be skipping work so I could cook a little carbonara maybe for spaghetti has gone quite outdated right now. Just a little something that we all could share at home. And I would maybe bring my kid to the mall and let him ride all those cool bikes he wants me to buy for him (which of course I can't). That kind of stuff. Hay... If only I had the money, I would be having a grand inuman at home! As if.

And speaking of money, I would have to work hard. Well, doubly hard. Triple even. I have tons of pending tasks and I seem to be only halfway through. I have been able to do half just this morning. So it means I can work out the rest of the stuff in two days' time. Maybe. I hope so.

I wonder who's going to treat me to a couple of beers tonight. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna.