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Graphika Manila is The International Multimedia Design Conference. This is going to be my first big time design conference trip. I can't wait to ride on the clouds again, see brilliant works, get drunk with ideas, get up close with the legendary joshua davis, ever crazycool avid, and the undying drew europeo!
I'll be leaving my little boy to the loving hands of his lolo and lola in the island. I'm sure he'll be fine, and won't probably notice i'm not around. But i will MIIS HIM madly! Oooooh.. if i could only take you along, Zaiid!
I'll be taking with me my fairy wings, I'm sure they won't notice :)
i just had a chat with drulz and he told me the band's plan. it sounds fair but...
dear MOOD - we've had great and sour times together and i loved them all. i will miss you terribly. i will miss your crowd. will miss your spotlight. i will miss the excitement and some of your tantrums. but maybe you need to grow. maybe i need to let you go so you can rock and fly. go mood. i will be behind you, writing songs like crazy even if i can't sing them anymore. i will tell stories of you to my little zaiid. you will make him smile, or puke. but that doesn't matter. he will remember you. i will remember us. i am sorry if it took me so long to accept that you had to 'restart' without me. but now i know. letting you go is giving you your fire.
it's time for me to stop. and sing for zaiid alone...
Yaya's having her day off, momila's at the office, and dadilo's out. Just me and my zaiid... hmm... Mama's doing fine, right TambingPalangging? (i think i did just fine.)
yesterday, zaiid had DPT, HepaB-2, and Polio vaccines. the 2 shots were nothing to him. he cried for about 3seconds -- stopped -- and looked at the nurse with his signature "pinsar" look, as if saying "ngano ka? gi unsa ko nimo?". he is adorable (as always).
an hour later, he begins to cry. i know babies cry - when they're hungry, need company, want a dance, diaper change... but not my zaiid. he really is in pain.
i cried with him (and vomited).
i called up dywnn for strength.
zaiid knew his mama was there for him but she just couldn't take the pain away. i tried to show him the happy trees outside our window "trees, luoy kayo amo bibol o.. sakitan kaayo... tabangi ko leaves ha, tabangi mi trees.." at least he slept on my arms.
and then a little butterfly came. a white one with grey line designs on its wings. katawanan, asa kaha lusot ang butterfly nga naa man screen among bintana? haha magic. thanks trees!
bibol slept and cried. cried and couldn't sleep. we danced, talked, still the pain wouldn't go away.
dwynn called and talked to bibol: "bibol! gi away diay ka sa dagum? pareha diay ta! cge lang mawala ra na..." the next thing i knew, zaiid was slowly moving his legs without crying! and he was asking for milk! maybe he just missed his papa...
now my bibol's well again :) haaaaay salamat.
