In 1983, there were no ultrasound yet if there is then it was not widely known yet in the philippines. On the day I was born, I could not come out the normal way and that caesarian was the option. It turned out that the umbilical cord was wrapped around my body and neck. After taking me out, the doctor have said i’m fine and healthy.
I was sitting on the foot of my grandfather’s bed, watching tv when he was calling me. I wouldn’t respond.
I was sitting on my mother’s lap in a car when she was calling me and I wouldn’t respond.
I have been told that similar situtations have happened often and that it took 3 doctors to find out what was wrong with me. The first 2 doctors have said that I am autistic but my grandfather and my father disagreed. The 3rd doctor have said that I may not be autistic and so referred me to an otologist. It was in 1986 that I was discovered deaf by Dr. Carlos Reyes through several tests. Also the first time that I wore hearing aids. I never asked what my parents reaction was but all I know is that they have done everything they could for me to be as normal as possible.
My parents would often question why i was able to say words before i learnt to listen/hear. I would be able to say, “water”, “milk” etc but never in a sentence. Dr. Carlos Reyes have mentioned that I may have heard sounds through soundwaves. Especially, when my mother would read a book aloud and i would lie on her shoulder, i was able to hear a bit.
I was a happy child growing up. I hung mostly with my grandparents, uncles and a mixed breed dog named Rambo. My parents sent me to a speech therapist named Julie to help me speak in sentence and “hear” words or letters. From them on, I became fluent in speaking. My parents wanted me to go to a normal school but only one school was able to accept me however, because i was 6 that time and they can only accept 7 year olds, despite the fact that school starts in june and my birthday is in august, they wanted me to wait one more year to enter. So we did. At that time, i met Francis Kaye, who was a neighbor and we became best friends. I also met other kids but were way older than me. I remember a marco, alan and cecile who would babysit me on days my yaya (nanny) or parents aren’t around. I remember going to their houses and would have lunch or dinner and then just hang around. They were practically like family to me. Francis Kay was my partner in crime when we were kids. We were never the type who would play barbie dolls but would play active games that would make you sweat and/or bleed from tripping.
After a year, i finally went to a private school. I was so nervous but at the same time excited. There was a school bus who would go to the house and pick me and my yaya up and take us to school and back home. I met great people in that school but later on, they would start to tease me and bully me for either not hearing them or misunderstand a word they are saying. They would call me “Bingi” which means Deaf. They call me that instead of my name. I didn’t like it but i felt alone there. The only people who would understand me and help me were some teachers. I remember Sister Edith. She was my teacher in General Conduct and Religion. She often talks to me and ask how i am and would always tell me to continue standing strong despite students insulting me. I was never happy in that school, always angry and was always afraid of speaking but i did well in class. Well not all subjects… just those that I am good at.
Every summer, i would attend speech classes. I was put into a class where everyone cannot speak well and uses sign language as their medium of communication. I was left alone and was very bored coz i always perfect every exercises and didn’t know sign language to talk to anyone in that class. I did play on occasion with Philip and others but their yaya’s would translate to me what they are saying. Teacher Julie, decided to pull me out of class and give a one on one session instead. I don’t know why my parents don’t want me to learn sign language but thinking about it, i would want to learn.
We moved to a bigger house and i met new friends. They were all good to me and we played and hung around almost everyday. They would ask me about my hearing problem but i was a bit uncomfortable talking about it but eventually, i understood that it is not something they understand and so, by sharing with them my experience, they would, at some point, understand. My friends in this village where my family moved in, have always treated me as normal as possible. I remember that after school, i was happy to see them as they never teased me or bully me for being deaf. Up to this day, we are good friends still.
Few years later, a very good teacher of mine told my mum about me being called deaf and being teased about it. My mother confronted me and asked me about it. I was scared that i just wrote her a card. She then complained to the principal and transferred me to an exclusive private school, one of the PAREF schools. That school at first didn’t want to accept me in the beginning because of my deafness but my mother defended me saying that i am as normal as other students. I play tennis and other sports, i listen to music, read, do art and so on. I guess the principal felt bad that they decided to accept me. I was again, nervous.
School started and i was introduced in front of the class. Everyone was really good to me and helpful. They were told about my disability during introduction. They asked questions and i guess talking about it to people who have no idea what it’s like felt good. They all called me by my first name. No one teased nor bullied me. I had such great friends whom until now, are still my friends.
Later on, I transferred to another school which was closer to the house. It was my first time to be in a co-ed school. The school kind of reminded me of the first school i have been coz no one wanted to hang out with me or speak with me coz they thought i was like the other deaf student who couldn’t talk clearly. Until i proved to them i was different by being one of the top students in class and by doing a lot of recitations. Academically, i was great. I even joined certain competitions such as Science and Spelling. Eventually, i gained friends. Danielle became my best friend until she moved back to the US. I had to be transferred to another school when the school started using the money that was for salary of teachers, for a piece of land. The corruption was so too much for everyone in that school. Only a few got to stay and most transferred. I was thankful i transferred coz it was shithole.
In the middle of the year, i transferred back to a different PAREF school. That PAREF school was fairly new and had to be held back a year coz they didn’t have the level i was on. Everyone was friendly. Of course, the usual teasing and insulting is there but disappeared later on. I wasn’t happy in the beginning. It took me a year to be happy and comfortable in that school. The teachers were great and very supportive of my needs. They always paid attention to me during discussions and making sure that I have understood them well. To be honest, i didn’t like being treated differently or be treated as if i was a charity case but at some point i do have to be grateful for it that they actually care. It was much better than walking to you and asking how i am or just by being passive. The care i got was much more than passive, it was actually helping me.
Going to a university was difficult for me. At this point, i never thought of myself as a special person. I felt like I was actually just like everyone else. At the university, the challenge was greater in a sense that there are more students, the professors have different attitude and it was a faster pace. I was able to overcome it all just like everyone else.
Finding a job is very difficult for me. While studying, i have worked and earned money apart from allowances but the companies i’ve worked for are my parents’s friends company. So it was easy for me. I left my last work to focus on thesis and have proper career growth for my last semester in school. AFter studying, i went to find jobs but quite a lot keeps questioning me about my hearing problem. Only a few good companies don’t really mind it and thought i was good enough for them until an opportunity to do more in another country came. I decided to accept it. Hopefully, by having more exposure would be better for me.
The worst thing that was told to me in reference of my being deaf was, “I can never be good for anyone because i’m just deaf.” I hoped it was a joke. I’ve had a few relationships but were not as serious. These few people have accepted me for who i am but eventually it didn’t work out. I’ve had fears over the years of being alone, not being accepted into a society where everyone is better but i am with someone who made me feel better about it. Helped me boost my confidence and so on.
Oftentimes, i would hear deaf jokes. It is offensive at some point. Some thinks it’s good to laugh at who we are but for some, it’s a sensitive topic to be even be considered as a joke. When this happens to me, it’s either i ignore and just laugh it out a little out of respect for them or just simply tell them that it’s not her fault she didn’t understand it. But when i do tell them that, they act defensive saying it’s just a joke. There is nothing I or the deaf world can do about these things. After all, we are only considered as a minority by non-deaf people. To them, we are too different.
Not many people understand what it’s like to have a physical disability. Some thinks that wearing a hearing aid is like wearing an eyeglass/specs that automatically corrects what’s wrong. It takes years for one to get used to the hearing through experience and training. Especially, switching to a new hearing aid that needs to be reprogrammed every now and then. Until now, i depend on lip reading.
I am thankful that i was raised to be as normal as possible, and that I was able to experience and overcome my fears. As well as learning to not bottle up emotions and being able to speak out my thoughts and not let my disability impede what i want to achieve in life.
“The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves” — Victor Hugo
Today, i made smoked salmon today and it was fabulous. I got the recipe from my mum who attended a demonstration on making smoked salmon by a chef at her weekly mother’s club get together.
What you need:
Utensils:
A Smoking Pan… i didn’t have any so what i did was i used a very thick pan or wok and used a rack to place salmon on. My pan had a lid but when i was smoking it already, the smoke was coming out of the sides so the Chef’s suggestion was to use aluminum foil instead. Please note that the pan has to be very thick. A thin one will make your salmon “oversmoked” and may cause a small fire and result in having a bitter smoked salmon.
Ingredients:
4 Salmon Fillets about 1 to 2 inches thick
1/4th cup lemon juice
Salt and Pepper
1 cup Cherrywood or Applewood shavings however if you can’t find any of these you can use 1 cup of uncooked rice
bunch of fresh taraggon
bunch of fresh dill
bunch of fresh rosemary
First, coat your salmon with lemon juice and season it with salt and pepper. You may add herbs on the salmon if you want but it’s optional.
in the pan, add the uncooked rice and herbs. put rack over the uncooked rice and herbs and place salmon over the rack. Cover. Turn on heat to high but when it starts to smoke, put heat on medium. Smoke the salmon for 15-20 minutes.
In my experience, i had to turn the salmon after 10 mins then finish the smoking time otherwise, the salmon will have one pinkish color and the other kinda yellowish.
After 15-20 minutes, turn off heat. Put on gas mask if you want coz the smoke kind of irritates the eyes and nose. Another tip, if you don’t want your whole house to stink of smoke, open the lid outside your house.
The salmon is wonderful with mango salsa or tartar sauce and the leftovers are good to make for brekkie like scrambled egg and smoked salmon.
One of my favorite filipino snacks is Halo Halo. Halo Halo is a mix of sweet preserved beans, macapuno (coconut sport), leche flan (custard), purple yam (ube), sweet potato, sweet corn kernels, sweet banana, tapioca and topped with shaved ice and milk. Some even top it with ice cream. Hence the name Halo, which means Mix in filipino. Over the years, i’ve tried halo halo from different places and my top three choices were Chowking’s Halo Halo, Razon’s Halo Halo and Jurado’s Halo Halo.
Chowking’s Halo Halo is as traditional as it can be. The taste is soo filipino and the sweetness is just right. I like the fact that Chowking will give a small container filled with milk for consumers to adjust it according to their taste.
Razon’s Halo Halo is very different in a sense that they put more macapuno in it and the ice shavings are very fine which makes it easier to eat.
Jurado’s Halo Halo is the most unique of all. I have tasted Jurado’s Halo Halo in Pampanga on way home from a hike at Mt. Arayat. According to the locals, Jurado’s Halo Halo is more popular and better than Razon’s. When I tried it, I was amazed at the texture of the beans. In fact, you won’t even see the beans. It was actually all the sweet beans mashed with Leche Flan and it looks like a jam. Then topped it with Macapuno balls and has a surprise of pastillas de leche. The ice was not as fine as i would like it to be tho. But it was sooo good. Among all halo halos i’ve tried this is the best. I just wish the ice were as fine as that of Razon’s but it’s good enough. Jurado’s Halo Halo is a must try for everyone.
I’ve always hated Ampalaya or Balsam Pear/Bitter Gourd because of its bitter taste. However, last christmas a neighbor gave us Pickled Ampalaya and to my surprise it wasn’t bitter at all. I liked it. So i decided to come up with my own recipe. I’ve always known how to make atchara using green papaya. I was taught by my grandmother when i was younger. So for the Ampalaya, i’ve used the same recipe of vinegar mixture to pickle it.
Choosing the right ampalaya is not really hard. All you need to do is choose the greenest ampalaya.
Recipe: (for 2 jars)
1 foot of Ampalaya
2 cup white vinegar
1 cup of sugar
2 bay leaf
2 clove of smashed garlic
2 small slice of ginger
First, Slice off the ends of the ampalaya, discard it. Half the ampalaya lengthwise to remove seeds and white stuff. Use a spoon to remove it. Thinly slice ampalaya and put all in bowl with water. Let it soak for about 3 hours or longer to remove the bitterness. What i do is, i change water at least every hour.
In a saucepan, boil water. Regarding amount of water, it’s up to you. I usually use about 2 and a half cup of water. In a strainer, place the cheesecloth or any thin cloth you have, drain amapalaya. When water is boiling, pour it over the ampalaya to at least “cook” it. In other words, blanch it.
Now for a foot of ampalaya, i usually use two glass jars. Do not use plastic jar as it will melt when you pour the hot vinegar mixture in. So, add the smashed garlic, ginger and bay leaf in each jar. Go back to your ampalaya and using the cheesecloth, squeeze out all the water from the ampalaya. It will be hot so i usually rub my hands on ice and squeeze it. When all juice/water is out, divide ampalaya equally and put it in the jars.
In a saucepan, mix vinegar and sugar on low heat. Mix until the sugar is completely dissolved. When vinegar mixture starts to boil, turn off heat and pour over the jars.
Let it cool, don’t close it yet. When it’s cool already, you may close it and put it in the fridge. It is ready for consumption after 3 days
I was supposed to wake up at 3am but instead, woke up at 4 and left at 430am. The night before, i was excited but at the same time thinking if i made the right choice coz it was my first time to hike. By 7am, we arrived at Mt. Arayat, Pampanga and when i saw the mountain, i thought that it wasn’t as steep as it should be and we have been told that it’s a good place to hike for beginners as it’s classified as Level 2 climb.
The picture above was just the beginning of the hike. It looks easy suuuurree but let’s see how it goes later on.
This is mount arayat from the bottom.
Still from the bottom of the mountain.
still going up
Unbelievable smog! Lol actually in these pictures, it looks like smog but up there, it’s actually clouds and still early in the morning. Bring camera coz if you’re too shy or ashamed to take a break when everyone is on the go, taking pictures is a good excuse for you to stop
Oh dear! More obstacles comes are way and they aren’t getting better!
Oh my god the rocks! Climbing them is easy but think about how to go down that effing huge rock!
Finally at the viewing deck!
Going down was as challenging as going up but not as tiring.
I was looking for the ultimate brownies and have tried many recipes and tried brownies bought from shop. None really satisfied me. I wanted a brownie that is chewy, not crumbly. After trying many different recipes and techniques, i finally came up with one. Try it!
1 cup melted butter
2 or 3 cups of sugar (this will depend on your taste. and i prefer to use brown sugar)
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
4 eggs
1 and 1/2 cup flour
1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder (if you have unsweetned dutch processed cocoa powder like vahlrona, then better! otherwise, stick to hersheys)
1 cup semisweet chocolate chip (this is optional)
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp baking powder
baking pan 9x11
First, preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease and flour pan. Next, beat butter, sugar and vanilla. Add eggs one at a time. Sift flour, cocoa, salt and baking soda and add it to the mixture. Beat it slowly until flour mixture and butter mixture are incorporated, add chips then mix again. Pour it into the greased pan and bake it for 20 minutes or until you poke it with a toothpick and toothpick comes out slightly clean. Don’t mistake melted chocolate chip from the batter. The toothpick has to have a bit of chocolate stuck to it. But if it’s a lot of chocolate stuck, then it’s not ready yet.
Let it cool. The brownie will be crumbly if you eat it right away. Let it cool and it will be chewy and not crumbly. Patience is a virtue.
If you are diabetic, there are sugar-free chocolates available at the market and you may use Isomalt as substitute for sugar but be aware of the amount you eat as Isomalt is a laxative. Google for more info on Isomalt.
Being in a long distance relationship is one of the hardest thing to do. It’s fulfilling in a sense that someone loves you but painful because you’re not physically together. It is true when someone said abscence makes the heart grow fonder. Whenever imi and i would see each other (not online), the feeling is so wonderful because finally you get to actually kiss, hug and hold the person. When she or I have to go back home, the separation was the most painful thing i have every felt.
When we’re not together we spend most of our time at the computer. Webcamming, skyping, emailing.. trying to spend as much time as possible. Of course the distance is an issue. However, going back to the statement, sometimes a long abscence can make love fade or stop making the relationship work. Because of so many forces around us that’s trying to keep separating us such as people, visa etc… sometimes i wonder, if i should still continue it. My partner was right, it’s not a normal relationship. Anyone in their right mind would say not to continue the relationship because for others it will not work. After so many conversation of not continuing our relationship and seeing how unhappy the person is, sometimes i wonder if i’m just being selfish in continuing the relationship. AFter all, it’s making the person unhappy.
However, because of the growing desire to be with the person, some are motivated to work for it.. finding ways to be together even if it means jumping off the cliff. It may not be as realistic as anyone would want it to be, but sometimes, nothing can actually stop love. When two persons love each other, these two persons go beyond their capabilities only to be together. It’s how two people connect, despite the distance and the loneliness… also, it’s how two people are motivated to live through life’s disappointments, it’s how they move on in life. Of course, it’s devastating if one of the plans failed for some reasons but because of love felt for each other, they shouldn’t give up and not think that it just mean something like.. not meant to be together. I think saying that it failed because maybe it means it’s not meant to be is bullshit because right from the beginning, things like that was already known that it’s bound to happen. I think that as long as there’s love, there’s hope.
I do hope that she still loves me and continue fighting for us and hoping for a good future for the both of us despite the distance. There will be so many challenges but it’s all worth it to go through it all just to be together.
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Jack, Milo and Lily are my kids and i love them so much. Lily and Milo are basset hounds (hush puppies for those who don’t know) and Jack is a sharpei. I got lily 4 years ago from a well-respected breeder. It was a few months after my 2 Basset Hounds, Harry and Sally, died from the dog food poisoning caused by factory mishap of pedigree. Lily was such a sweet dog from the first day i saw her at the breeder’s shop. She was only 4 months old that time. When my family arrived at the breeder’s place, she was one of those puppies who came up to me and turned over to have their tummies petted. However, it was her unique spot on her head that made me get her. Harry had a unique spot on his head too so i thought it was because of that that i felt a connection with lily.
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A year later, I wanted lily to give birth however I didn’t have a male dog so i looked for a stud. That’s when I met Milo.He was 1 1/2 years when i got him. The picture the person sent me showed that milo was good looking and well. However when i finally saw him, he was so frail and had a cherry eye. I asked the breeder why he’s so frail and thin and what his eye was. The owner said that he couldn’t afford to feed him and that he has no time to take care of him. Then I went to the owner’s house. I was surprised at the state of environment milo had to stay in. He was staying in a very small cage, no water and no space to move at all. Also, I didn’t like the way the owner treated Milo. Seeing him shove and “throw” Milo to the cage was enough so I decided to wager. I told him I will get him for a small fee. After convincing him, he agreed to sell him to me for just 5,000 pesos. ORiginally it was 10,000 pesos but i wanted to make sure he was healthy enough to be with lily so i deducted the rest from the amount. ACcording to the vet, he suffered from kidney infection, cherry eye which would be surgically fixed, ear infection and slight anemia because of ticks and fleas. He had everything fixed except for his eye. His first few days at the house, he was so quiet and so nervous. I had to make sure that I’m going to be there for him and care for him. Few days later, he got used to the surrounding and all then have finally introduced him to my dog, lily. They both got on well. It was great seeing Lily have someone to play with. When I looked at milo’s certificate, i saw that he was related to my other basset hound, Harry. I felt a bit sentimental coz Harry was one of the best dogs i have ever had. Jack on the other hand, was the dog my dad fell in love with when we went to tiendesitas. He was a beautiful chocolate brown wrinkled puppy. He has the same loud snore like my dad.
The two basset hounds get along fine but Jack, he thinks he’s the top dog and always taunt and pick on a fight with the two basset hounds. Because of the fights they have had with each other, we had to separate the basset hounds from jack. Their fights were so scary that they would have open wounds and lots of blood. The vet said not to worry because with their breed, they heal really quick especially for the sharpei. However, the bassets takes a while to heal.
I love walking the dogs however, my problem with milo is that he pulls. Milo was the toughest to train. Milo doesn’t have the ability to respond well to commands. Lily and Jack knows how to obey. Jack on the other hand has separation anxiety. He whines and wrecks the door whenever someone in the family comes on. Sometimes, when i step outside to smoke, he would whine and wreck the door. One time, i let him out with me. He just sat there right beside me and would go around from time to time. He’s kinda like my bodyguard lol. However, when milo and lily comes to greet me, jack protects me from them by distracting them with his barking and biting. Until to this day, I have no idea how to solve that. So for now, separation is the answer. Lily on the other hand, is such a sweet dog. Whenever one of us rides the car, she would try to hop in to come with us. But she’s also very intelligent. She knows not when to stay in the way of cars and when to go out of the gate by herself. For two consecutive dog walks, I would put milo on a leash while lily is offleash and lily is sooo good off the leash. She would just follow us whereever we would go. I just call her attention when i need to then she would come running to me. Of course with numerous praises for her good behaviour. When there are dogs, she would bark but just calling her name, also milo, and then say no would stop them from doing that. It amazed me seeing them so behaved and responsive. I am just so lucky i have dogs like them. Despite them jumping like crazy and their nails scratching our legs lol.
My partner has a dog which she shares custody with her ex. I call them my step-dogs lol. Charlie is a westie and Maggie is a designer dog (collie and jack russell). Both are lovely dogs and very obedient. I like the fact that if imogen catches them doing something bad, they know that it is bad and they feel guilty about it by hiding under the chair. Wonder how she did it lol.
Anyway, that’s all for now. I must walk the dogs and see if lily will still be on her good behaviour. I hope it’ll be consistent. Having two strong male dogs who constantly pulls is breaking my arm.
Yesterday, I watched Hairspray with my mum. It was an amazing adaptation of the broadway musical, hairspray. This starstudded film has left me wanting to watch the film over and over again. I was amazed at John Travalta’s portrayal as Edna, Tracy’s Mum. The music was awesome too. Michelle Pfeiffer sang 2 songs and i must admit that I can actually sing better than her monotonous singing lol. All of them sing really well. I was so surprised to see a different acting side of James Marsden (remember cyclops of x-men? that’s him). I’ve always seen him as one of those hunky drama actor. Seeing him in this musical, singing and dancing, shows that he is really more than just a hunk. Amanda Bynes who plays Tracy’s bestfriend does not sing as good as others but is very natural in acting. Christopher Walken another major actor in this show was just really good. I loved his singing. Zac Efron well, is better in Hairspray than his disney movie, high school musical. Queen Latifah could’ve done better acting but when she sang the song during her march for racial integration, “I know where I’ve been”, left me crying. I felt tingles when she was singing that song. The person who portrayed Tracy, Nikki Blonsky, was really good and very natural. She has a very good singing voice. I wonder if she’s the original Tracy in the broadway tho.
The main theme of the song is acceptance. First, Tracy is this plus sized girl who wants to dance at the Corny Collins show. Because Dancing was her dream, she fought hard for it even tho she knows she won’t fit in because of her weight. However, because she’s very good in dancing, people’s reaction diverted from weight to her talent. Another is the racial segregation. This musical was based on the 1960s where racism was rampant. There would be a negro day which is a corny collins show for the black people. But Queen Latifah fought for racial integration, not segregation. Because Tracy has a big heart and saw the unfairness behind it, she helped with the campaign, in fact it was tracy who suggested to march when she found out that negro day will be taken out. Apart from all the troubles and all, at the end, every one came to accept each and every one’s differences.