Yes, I'm an addict. It may shock all of you but I really am. I've been addicted to anime's since I was in elementary. The first time I got a taste of animes was when I saw Daimos and Voltes V. It blew my mind completely. I was never the same again.
So, just how addicted am I? This may sound crazy but I've dreamt, several times, that I am the main character in one of the anime's I'm watching. Sometimes, I feel like a part of the show and either I am the protagonist or the antagonist. Well, I credit the Japanese writers for having such vivid imaginations.
My addiction worsened as I was exposed to other anime's. Dragonball, Battle Ball, Mazinger Z, Grandizer... just to name a few of them. As I grew into high school, I found others who were the same as me. There, I tried on other cartoons. Transformers, G. I. Joe, Robotech, Battle Ball, M.A.S.K., Thundercats and so on. With each day, I begin to watch more and more cartoons.
When I stepped into college, I became a collector. I started collecting anime's. All thanks to the Internet, the invention of CD-Writers and to blank CD's. In college, I found out that there are a lot of us who were addicted with these shows. Soon, I went into trading my collection for theirs. Then, I was exposed to manga or Japanese comics. And my life ventured on to a different path.
Right now, I'm in my late 20's (I refuse to divulge my true age without the presence of my lawyer), a father, and working in an multi-national company, and I am still an addict. My collections keep increasing. Every year, I have to find new ways to hide my collection so that someday I can show them to my son.
I just hope that he will also learn to appreciate my interest.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Our son... watching the TV
Our son, 4 months old, is already watching TV. The worst part (or maybe the best part, depending on how you look at it), he watches the news and Eat Bulaga. And he watches with a serious face. Even when drinking his milk, he turns his head to the TV to watch.
I know, they are not really watching TV. They are just attracted to the colors and the sounds. But it really is funny and amazing to see them react like grown ups…
I know, they are not really watching TV. They are just attracted to the colors and the sounds. But it really is funny and amazing to see them react like grown ups…
Friday, April 16, 2010
D-Day
Originally wrote this one in my Facebook notes... Im transferring it here :)
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The day was Sunday, Nov. 29, 2009. The night before, me and my wife were planning to go to either Sto. Nino Church or to the Carmelites Chapel to light a candle. Then after wards, maybe go to the mall just to walk around (for her exercise). But then again, there are just some things in life that you just have no control.
At around 4am that morning, I woke up because Belle accidentally hit me while she was trying to get out of bed to go to urinate. Then suddenly she stopped by the doorway in our room and said that she thinks her water broke. I stood up as if dowse with cold water and asked her to repeat what she just said. After hearing it again, she woke up her mom while I turned the lights on and looked at where she was pointing. After hearing her explanation to her mom, she (my mother-in-law) suggested we go to the hospital to have my wife checked.
So we took a cab, and went to the hospital. We went directly to the delivery room and I was instructed to wait outside while they examine Belle. I waited for several minutes and afterwards, the nurses there called me and confirmed what Belle had guessed. As I informed my mom and my mother-in-law about the situation, I went to the front desk to register my wife as a patient in the hospital. It seems it was going to be D-Day for me and Belle.
Afterwards, I went home to grab my wife's bag and our baby's and back again to the hospital. I went directly to the room that was given to us, left the bags and went immediately to the Labor and Delivery room only to be disappointed. I was told calmly by the nurses that I cannot go inside with her, and that they will just inform me o any updates regarding her condition. So I went back to the room and tried to rest while waiting for news. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. I tried to sleep again, but I was uneasy. Even watching movies in HBO didn't seem to help. After two hours, her mom arrived in the hospital. And since she knew most of the resident doctors in the hospital, she was able to visit Belle and assess her condition. Her mom assured me that she was fine and that she is in the early stages of her labor. So we waited.
After a few hours, I went back to Labor and Delivery room and asked them about Belle's condition. They said she's already in labor and she's starting to feel the pain. They said they gave her some medicine to force her to go to labor since her water bag prematurely ruptured and it could cause some problems with our baby later on. I tried to take a peek but I couldn't clearly see her so I went back to the room disappointed. By this time, most of Belle's family was already with me in the hospital room, including her nephews. And so, they waited with me for news about my wife's situation.
When it was already 6pm, I received a text message from Belle saying she can’t take the pain anymore. So I went to the Labor room and asked the resident OB, if it’s possible for me to go inside to be with my wife. After a few hesitations, she allowed me to go in as long as I don’t take too long. So I went inside and honestly, I was shocked. It was the first time I saw her like that. She was in pain... and she was weak. I really felt so sad at that time. She was already begging me to allow her to have a C-section. And to be honest, I was so scared with what I saw that I wanted to give in. I asked her to wait for a few minutes more since her OB was already on the way. So I waited with her in the room and tried my best to ease her pain. When her OB and her mom arrived in the Delivery Room, I stepped outside and waited for their decision.
After almost two hours waiting patiently outside the room, one of the nurses called me inside and asked me to wear a gown, a surgical mask and a hair net. She said it was time. It took me less than three minutes to wear everything they gave me and she led me to the Delivery room. Belle was already propped up in the table, her OB was already standing next to her while her mom, was sitting near the door. I went near Belle and I let her know that I was there. I held her hand and helped her as much as I could while she delivered our baby.
After 17 hours of labor, Belle gave birth to our little boy. He weighed 6.6 lbs and was pink when he came out. Seeing my boy for the first time, made me forget all the things I went through that day. Seeing the relief and happiness in Belle's face as she saw our baby for the first time, it was enough to erase all the pains she felt during her labor. This chapter in our lives is over. It’s now time to start writing on a new chapter in our life…
With our little superhero... our "Green Lantern"... Kyle Rayner Adam Pondiong.
ps.
If you are wondering why... just try to google it... and you will see why :D
At around 4am that morning, I woke up because Belle accidentally hit me while she was trying to get out of bed to go to urinate. Then suddenly she stopped by the doorway in our room and said that she thinks her water broke. I stood up as if dowse with cold water and asked her to repeat what she just said. After hearing it again, she woke up her mom while I turned the lights on and looked at where she was pointing. After hearing her explanation to her mom, she (my mother-in-law) suggested we go to the hospital to have my wife checked.
So we took a cab, and went to the hospital. We went directly to the delivery room and I was instructed to wait outside while they examine Belle. I waited for several minutes and afterwards, the nurses there called me and confirmed what Belle had guessed. As I informed my mom and my mother-in-law about the situation, I went to the front desk to register my wife as a patient in the hospital. It seems it was going to be D-Day for me and Belle.
Afterwards, I went home to grab my wife's bag and our baby's and back again to the hospital. I went directly to the room that was given to us, left the bags and went immediately to the Labor and Delivery room only to be disappointed. I was told calmly by the nurses that I cannot go inside with her, and that they will just inform me o any updates regarding her condition. So I went back to the room and tried to rest while waiting for news. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. I tried to sleep again, but I was uneasy. Even watching movies in HBO didn't seem to help. After two hours, her mom arrived in the hospital. And since she knew most of the resident doctors in the hospital, she was able to visit Belle and assess her condition. Her mom assured me that she was fine and that she is in the early stages of her labor. So we waited.
After a few hours, I went back to Labor and Delivery room and asked them about Belle's condition. They said she's already in labor and she's starting to feel the pain. They said they gave her some medicine to force her to go to labor since her water bag prematurely ruptured and it could cause some problems with our baby later on. I tried to take a peek but I couldn't clearly see her so I went back to the room disappointed. By this time, most of Belle's family was already with me in the hospital room, including her nephews. And so, they waited with me for news about my wife's situation.
When it was already 6pm, I received a text message from Belle saying she can’t take the pain anymore. So I went to the Labor room and asked the resident OB, if it’s possible for me to go inside to be with my wife. After a few hesitations, she allowed me to go in as long as I don’t take too long. So I went inside and honestly, I was shocked. It was the first time I saw her like that. She was in pain... and she was weak. I really felt so sad at that time. She was already begging me to allow her to have a C-section. And to be honest, I was so scared with what I saw that I wanted to give in. I asked her to wait for a few minutes more since her OB was already on the way. So I waited with her in the room and tried my best to ease her pain. When her OB and her mom arrived in the Delivery Room, I stepped outside and waited for their decision.
After almost two hours waiting patiently outside the room, one of the nurses called me inside and asked me to wear a gown, a surgical mask and a hair net. She said it was time. It took me less than three minutes to wear everything they gave me and she led me to the Delivery room. Belle was already propped up in the table, her OB was already standing next to her while her mom, was sitting near the door. I went near Belle and I let her know that I was there. I held her hand and helped her as much as I could while she delivered our baby.
After 17 hours of labor, Belle gave birth to our little boy. He weighed 6.6 lbs and was pink when he came out. Seeing my boy for the first time, made me forget all the things I went through that day. Seeing the relief and happiness in Belle's face as she saw our baby for the first time, it was enough to erase all the pains she felt during her labor. This chapter in our lives is over. It’s now time to start writing on a new chapter in our life…
With our little superhero... our "Green Lantern"... Kyle Rayner Adam Pondiong.
ps.
If you are wondering why... just try to google it... and you will see why :D
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Working the night shift…
I’ve always been curious about working in a company with a shifting schedule. Well, working the graveyard shift to be exact. I really thought that it was easy, I mean I can work from 9am till 3 or 4am the next day. I did that for about 4 months. How hard can it be.
All I can say “Me and my big, fat mouth”.
My first week in working the night shift was a disaster. Well, it was a disaster for me anyway. On my first night, I brought some chocolates as snacks. For the coffee, I was still a beggar by then. My shift started normally enoguh, communicated with my boss, read some emails and downloaded some files for the project. But after 6 hours, I already ate my chocolates (sugar rush) and drank 2 cups of coffee. I really felt weird that time since my mind was on full alert yet my body was heavy. I really tried hard not to fall asleep in my cubicle, on my first day of working the graveyard shift, lest my officemates see me. So, I was practically a zombie by the time my shift ended. When I arrived at home, it was 630am already, I went to bed immediately. I did not even have time to kiss my wife or son. I just changed my clothes and fell flat immediately to the waiting pillows.
The next few days, I was able to adjust slowly, although there is still the pressure of not falling asleep (even just closing my eyes was bad) in front of my officemates. But now, I have found some things to do to help me stay awake (aside from work). Well, the mp3’s on phone really helps, plus the “stretching / walking exercises” every now and then. Still, I’m far away from saying that my body is 100% graveyard shift compliant.
One thing for sure though, working the graveyard shift is quite an experience.
Our son is planning his vacation…
Okay, first of all, I did not miss type the title. It is correct. I don’t know why but it seems our son is already planning his vacation without our knowledge. How is this possible? Where is my proof? Okay then, please refer to exhibit A-1.
exhibit A-1
There’s your proof. As for the reason for his actions, we can only speculate on the possible scenarios. Maybe its because of the summer heat that he wants to go to the beach. Maybe he just wants to go somewhere with his cousins. Whatever the reason is, he just placed pressure on his parents to plan a summer getaway.
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