I’m really pissed off with one of my TXTjocks who’s filing his resignation.

Honestly, I have nothing against them leaving the company. I am actually happy that they’re going for greener pastures. And if ever they need a recommendation, I wouldn’t even have second thoughts not to give them one.

As I see it, there’s no sugarcoating in our relationship. I say things as it is, no matter how bitter it may be. There’s no superior-subordinate stuff here that happens in conventional companies. My philosophy is we’re in here together. We may have different tasks, but each one is important in reaching our goals.

So when this person called and asked if he could have someone file his resignation for him, I was blown away. The translation for me was quite simple: everything that we’ve been through, good or bad, means absolutely nothing.

I’m not overreacting as you may think. All I’m asking for is the respect that is due to me and the team, not as his boss and officemates, but as persons.

As my teacher, Eddie Boy Calasanz, once said in our philosophy class in college, “Ituring na tao ang tao.”


We don’t say thank you’s because it is not proper. The old people believe that when you say that, it’s as if you’re relieved of the person’s passing and that you’re not grieving. And so to those who sent texted me or posted messages on the site, in behalf of the family, we humbly accept your condolences.

I was there with her last hour as she was struggling for breath. We know it won’t take that long as her vital signs were fading. And so each one of us, her children and grandchildren, went to her side to say our goodbyes and thank you’s.

“Lola, si Jovan po ito,” I whispered in her ear. “Salamat.”

She passed away at 9:40 in the evening. And what was more haunting than the sounds that those machines generated was the silence after when the people from the ICU took them out.

Everyone in the family left the room but me. I told my lola that I would not leave her side until she gets to the house and she’s OK. I was there when they wrapped her remains in a blanket, placed it in a stretcher and took her to the morgue. I was there when the funeral people took her body from the morgue, brought it to their place and placed her in her coffin.

My brother Carlo was there with me, and we made sure that her last wishes are executed properly – that she’s wearing the things she chose herself – the dress, the veil, the rosary and even the stockings.

We were with her when they brought her to the house.

It was the only way we could repay her for all the kindness and care she gave us. And although we’re sad to see her go, that she’d never see her apo sa tuhod from me and Charo, we know that she’s in a better place now where she can finally walk and be with her creator.

The feast of San Isidro de Labrador also coincides with the national day for motorcyclists-with-females-riding-at-the-back. This explains the humongous traffic jams (That’s a plural, take note!) we encountered on our trip to Batangas and back.

If it had not been for my lola asking to see us, I wouldn’t have bothered to do the drive, even for the free gas. It was a deadly concoction from the start – sweldo day on a summer weekend with a lot of towns celebrating their fiestas sprinkled with a funeral at the national highway in San Jose and a procession, also at the national highway, at Yazaki-Torres in Calamba!

The total time we spent with my lola in the ICU of the new Jesus of Nazareth hospital in Batangas City was a little more than an hour. The total travel time from Manila to Batangas and back is about eight hours. That’s not right.

It was the sight of the barongs that made me sad as it greeted me when I entered the house. They’re having it dry cleaned tomorrow.

My lola’s still in the ICU. They had to rush her there because she’s getting her asthma attacks and she couldn’t breathe. Today they had to put a tube in her so they could feed her.

They know it and we know it. She’s 97 years old. This won’t take long, and as bitter as it may be, they’re just preparing for the inevitable, her passing.

In my family, barongs aren’t only for weddings. We wear barongs in our funerals, too. We wear these to celebrate the milestones of each member of the family.

It’s her loss.

Well, after four years of being together, my brother is single again. It was the girl who said it’s over. Her reason was she wanted to date other guys. Oh well. Maybe she hasn’t matured enough to think about long-term commitments. But that’s OK. Better now than when they’ve tied the knot.

We’ve been discussing it in the house, and we strongly believe that it’s the ex-girlfriend’s big loss. I know my brother well, and objectively speaking, he’s really quite a catch. Boys who really take care of their loved ones are quite rare nowadays. And at 24, this Ateneo Law School student council president and all-around good guy is now open to the market! I wouldn’t be surprised to see him dating pretty soon.

The minute we heard the news, Charo and I went through our list fo friends to look for someone my brother can date. If you anyone interested, leave a message in the comment box!

Oh yeah, please welcome Kookie to the world of blogging!

Nabisco’s Chicken in a Biskit.

I am craving for this! I don’t know why, but I am craving for this. When we were young, me and my brother could finish a whole box in just one sitting! Before, we can only find it in Cash N’ Carry in Makati. But because of the free market whatever chenelyn, it became available in our local stores as well. Hmmmm. I haven’t been to the biscuit section of the supermarket lately so I have no idea if they still sell this in this country. I sure hope so.