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I’m just one of those women who have “happy periods” for the most part, when I’m not doubled over in cramps.
I love cute sanitary pads, and I’m a sucker for cute packaging.
At first I thought I was the only one who hoarded sanitary napkins when traveling abroad, even when I don’t have my period. It turns out my sister and my friend Kathy used to do that too.
Not sure where I found this pack of Whisper Pinkcess, but I think it must’ve been Rustan’s Supermarket.
I bought it because of the cute little package.
Finally used it last week and was really surprised, because at first I thought something must be wrong with me.
I had a cold vajajay. I thought it had something to do with my recent liposuction.
Later that afternoon I stared at the packaging. I can’t read Chinese, but I figured that green breeze-looking thing that says i-co at the bottom probably meant menthol or something.
Which would explain the cold sensation. I lovett!! Perfect for the tropical weather.
Now if they can invent a napkin that relieves menstrual cramps, that would be perfect.
“I want to paint you,” the artist, Popo San Pascual told me back in the early ’90s.
“Paint me with a tear in my eye,” I said.
“No, I want to paint you laughing,” Popo said, “I will call it Laughing Cecile.”
Popo moved to Tagaytay and we lost touch.
Something really tragic happened to me back in the ’90s, something I didn’t think I would survive.
During that time I found a small statue of the crying Virgin Mary, which touched me because I felt like she was crying with me. I had that special statue on my bedside until my baby dropped it on the floor and broke it.
Then sometime in November last year, I saw this invitation to an art gallery at The Fort.
Spanish painters Carla Rendon and Jessica Ruiz, collectively known as Crajes, was mounting a solo show in Manila.
I went there as fast as I could and marveled at the workmanship
These were huge
I couldn’t leave without buying anything, so I chose the one on the left.
Crajes’ paintings remind me so much of me, so I took a chance and emailed them to inquire about painting me, with a veil and a tear in my eye. I sent them a couple of pictures with me in Maison Michel hat and headband
I was thrilled when they emailed me back and wrote: “We want to know if you want a transparent tear or a blood one?”
A few months later, I was following its progress on @crajes Instagram account.
The tear is in place
Beginning of the veil
I love this
Amazing, painstaking detail with a fine brush
The finished product will be 100 x 115cm, and my dream is coming true.
To know more about Crajes, go to http://crajes.carbonmade.com/
Or follow them on Instagram @crajes and Twitter @crajesart
It is now 11 days post-op and I’m still homebound, except for check-ups at the clinic and a trip to the mall to buy Spanx bras and a Tempur wedge pillow.
Last Monday I hauled my carcass off to a wake of my uncle who had died last week.
Funny how you don’t think deeply about some people until they die.
What I have about my Tito Meckoy Quiogue are great childhood memories.
A few have told me what a great boss and mentor he had been, but to me he was the coolest uncle.
If my memory serves me right, he took us cousins to Magnolia Ice Cream Parlour.
He took us to the movies. I have vivid memories of Logan’s Run because it was creepy and had bomba, and I was a kid. I was probably not supposed to see that. 🙂
My uncle was so cool he got us to watch a preview of the first Superman movie with Christopher Reeve, before it hit the cinemas officially.
He used to work at Coca-Cola, so we got to watch the filming of a Coke commercial in Baguio. I still remember the jingle.
He let my brother and sister and cousin appear in a Coke commercial, while my Tita Noli appeared in a Breeze commercial.
When we were kids back in the ’70s, Coke had a yoyo promo which brought the international yoyo champions to Manila. The champions even appeared at my cousin’s birthday party at home.
He played baril-barilan with us—a game which thrilled us to bits.
When we all grew up, we didn’t see Tito Meckoy regularly because he had a new family, though we would bump into him occasionally at events.
When he died I thought about the memories—that he was a cool uncle, and he was always good-looking.
Tito Meckoy with my cousin Enet at Hemady (I wonder who’s hiding in the back)
L-R: At work with Ed Roa, Meckoy Quiogue, Willy Ocampo, Frankie Gonzales (Photo: Ed Roa)
My husband says he doesn’t have vivid childhood memories, but I can remember as far back as three or four years old.
I remember bits and pieces of it, and what I like to remember is the kindness of people.
Because as I get older, I look back to my childhood for warm memories, so I try to give my children good ones.
Tito Meckoy was one of those good memories, and I thank him for that.
As I looked around his wake and saw the people that loved him, all the flowers and the few mementoes they put on display, I had the warm feeling he lived a good life and that God would welcome him with open arms.
Damn you Jane Kingsu and Candy Dizon for getting me addicted to Candy Crush!!
When Jane showed me the game at Keri’s birthday dinner last February, I paid no attention and thought it was no better than my favorite Bejeweled game.
Then Candy tweeted about it today, and I decided to download since I am now eight days post op and spending a lot of time in bed.
Though I’m not yet 100%, my spirits are up. I am no longer depressed due to suffering and lack of activity.
So yes I am surviving. What does Candy Crush teach me? Never say never. It is great for passing time and getting rid of crazy thoughts.
I also have to thank Ginggay for telling me about her friend who has spent Php 60,000 on Candy Crush buying all sorts of boosts. Thank you for telling me it is addicting so I won’t break the bank playing it.