saksak sinagol *updated

i can't seem to find the proper English term for my entry so i will leave you guys to give me a translation for it (please do leave me a comment).

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as usual, work is a killer for me but i'm not complaining since i do love what i do. the kids have just recuperated from the dreaded influenza and they are slowly gaining back the strength they lost. mom is fine. i, on the other hand have luckily avoided the virus that has been plaguing almost the half of the city by overdosing on alkaline ascorbic acid (Vitamin C). it's like i'm just hanging in there on a thin string of good health. H1N1 just waiting for me to slip and fall :)

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i'm keeping a close watch on former President Cory's health situation. she is an awesome human being. i feel for her kids. to show my support i have attached on this blog a yellow ribbon link to beepinoy.com. also added the ribbons on my twitter and facebook pages. i also use one (i personally made) at work. la lang.

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i have attended 2 burials in the past week. i hope there isn't a third. death usually comes in three's, or so they say. i was designated photographer for my friend's fathers burial. i couldn't take proper shots since there was this nagging feeling that each shot i took was an infringement on that someone's private time to grieve.

but i did take photos of the kids running around.

and here's one that really made me cry. before my friend threw the rosary on her father's grave she cut it in two. i wasn't able to ask her why she did it though.but the expression on her face as the beads of the cut rosary hit the coffin was so agonizing. it was just so painful to watch. the priest said that the final chapter of one's life is the most important one. and that death is something to look forward to and one that should not be feared. i still fear death. dread the sadness that goes with it.

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on a happier note, my niece Ria is set to give birth in the next few days to a little bundle of joy. i'm all giddy and excited to be a lola (rolls eyeballs) again. Rashid is more excited at the prospect of a playmate since he's the only boy in the household. he already has a boxful of hand-me-down toys for his new nephew. Tito Rashid. he likes the sound of that.

it's Blue's debut next week so i'm busy planning a party of sorts. difficult to do when she's usually the party planner/event organizer of the family. kids are growing older so fast. i can hear them growing in their sleep even!

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i am in LOVE with Mozilla's Add-ons. just look at the background of my homepage. ain't it cool? they have different designs that suit your every mood and emo.. loving the Grunge Peace design today. will maybe use the Gay Pride flag color palette tomorrow. who knows!

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after all the drama and sadness, for now, i'm chanelling all the good vibes that i can get my sanitized hands on. i've noticed that too much drama has morphed me into an inefficient, jaded old hag. enuf of that~~ as my daughter Nina would say, "I hate drama, it's so dramatic!"

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will be traveling non-stop again in the next few weeks so the blog updates will be resigned to photos and more hodge podge of ideas that i can fit into the few minutes of break time.

praying for good health, safe travels for all my kapatids.

peace & more light palanggas!

bojo. in memoriam

he was my nephews and nieces good friend. they are fom Cotabato City. having been abandoned by his mother and father, he lived with his kind grandmother who raised and took care of him. he was 19 years old and a jolly person who always cracked jokes. he often slept over at my brother C's house, thus, making him their adopted son whether they liked it or not. he liked staying at C's place because he felt like he had a family there. my nieces and nephew treated him like he was part of the household. he ate there. slept there. took baths there.i t was his second home.

while on his way to C's house a few days ago he was accosted by strangers. they created a ruckus. being a young and strong boy, he fought back. they shot him 3 times. one shot hit his hip, hit the ground then ricocheted back up his neck. he still ran. but then, he fell and hit the ground. he died on the way to the hospital.

we never got to know what they argued about or why they chose to harass this kind boy.

but what we are sure of was... he was running towards the direction of my brother's house.

we fervently pray they catch the useless wimps that did this to him.

ingat wherever you are Boj. maybe you weren't loved enough by others, but you were loved by us.