Tatay, when i told you i'm out to ruin your world, why dintcha believe me?
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Keith fixed the fridge's freezer door, 3 candles by his side.
The kid was on shadow play again. he's got our phone's flashlight hovering all over his set of mini heavy equipment.
On our wall, the back hoe looks like a war tank.
I was just 2 minutes into my mission in Starcarft II when the power went out. Now, I'm left to nothing and i do not want to help Keith with the fridge, not in this situation.
"Let us shoot the stars," I tell the kid. He likes stargazing. On clear nights at my parent's place, he would go out and make us name the stars, then bombard us with whatever comes to his mind. We would tell him to count the stars, just so he'd stop asking 10 million questions about everything. About life. Where was he when he was not yet here. When will I die.
I invited the kid join me so he would stay away from his father's fridge mission. So that it would not look like I do not really care what he's trying to do with the fridge, because if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have to be doing this, after all.
4 or 5 months before...
That little small button on the thermostat is something. The manual said it's a defroster but nobody in the house never really got to using it. And it is probably the best time to push it.
So push i did. 12 hours after we were 1,800 pesos poorer, with a fridge on it's way to white goods cemetery.
Somehow, after i pushed that little defroster the melted water ended up flooding our kitchen floor. When Keith cleaned it, like secrets that were not meant to be uncovered, he came face to face with places that badly need cleaning. Like the back of the fridge, and so he cleaned it, too. Too much that he tore a hole at the copper tubing of the compressor. To make matters worse, days earlier, my mother stuffed our freezer with 10,000 kilos of fish.
We definitely shouldn't have a night without a running fridge or else.
or else what.
But after that the fridge was never the same again. It never iced the way it did before the repair and the freon refill. No matter how often i clean it the ice keeps on forming like it's trying to re-create the shrinking arctic circle in my freezer. I know what you are trying to do refurbished fridge, you're trying to have all the melted polar ice caps resettled in my freezer. that's not good, not good at all because i never granted you locational clearance and i never will!
what comes next is the unstoppable deterioration.
somehow the melted water took a new route and never drained in the plastic catchment that was meant to catch exactly that--melted water. It's unstoppable; it just wants to flood everything in its way.
The week before the great Frank flood of Iloilo City in 2008, I was looking forward to spending a peaceful weekend with my then 17 month-old son. But then Keith left his 1,000 dollars worth stainless steel-encased phone (a gift from his mother) on the bamboo living set while he went upstairs to get something. Our son was still in his exploration stage, testing the projectile abilities of anything he'd get his hands on. Somehow i overlooked the image of a phone-on-the-chair, and absentmindedly put my coffee somewhere near it. Apparently, it is a disaster waiting to happen. My son got his hand on his father's very expensive phone, and my tasty cup of steaming coffee with cream. And then Frank happened. And then we went broke. And then the phone was declared irreparable because the rust has managed to get into the motherboard. And it was my fault.
("And then what happened? Life. Life happened." --> shouldn't that be "shit?")
In July of 2011, using what i thought was the key, i somehow managed to lock myself in the office. Though i knew it was the least i should do, i was left without a choice: I called Keith. I called him and told him i need him to bring my key to me. It would have been okay if he was in the house, but he wasn't (he was out on a meeting) and it would have been okay if i knew where i last left it (I swore it was in the shelf but the maid couldn't locate it). and so he said,
"How could you have locked yourself in with A key?"
"But is it possible?" because i do not really know. I am not a locksmith.
"No, it is not."
"But i did. Surprise!"
"Why did you have to forget your key? We're almost ready for bed." We--our kid and him.
He was right, it was late and I really am just careless about the things i do; the things that i need to do.
Like the 3 days before Christmas of 2011 when I dropped my camera and it took me 3 seconds late to realize i dropped it. If it wasn't for the synchronized gasps of at least 15 onlookers and my colleague's horrified look, i wouldn't have known.
"How bad is it? Is it still working? What happened?" she exclaimed, frantic.
"Somehow, the bag's handle missed my shoulder," was my sorry replied. I was surprised i still managed to speak after i saw the terrible dent on the rim of the lens. It felt like horrible face slap. It was my only camera and i somehow managed to destroy it, barely a year in my possession. I could never find any replacement for this, in a better condition, for this half-a-century old camera.
I wanted to bawl. right there, in front of so many attendees of the local government office Christmas party.
I never found the guts to tell it to Keith. He only found out about it through facebook. Checking on it, one night, he said,
"Did you know this is one very hard steel, the lens case? How did you manage to dent it?"
"Well, you know me."
Yes, you know me.
I am THE walking disaster.
----
Keith fixed the fridge's freezer door, 3 candles by his side.
The kid was on shadow play again. he's got our phone's flashlight hovering all over his set of mini heavy equipment.
On our wall, the back hoe looks like a war tank.
I was just 2 minutes into my mission in Starcarft II when the power went out. Now, I'm left to nothing and i do not want to help Keith with the fridge, not in this situation.
"Let us shoot the stars," I tell the kid. He likes stargazing. On clear nights at my parent's place, he would go out and make us name the stars, then bombard us with whatever comes to his mind. We would tell him to count the stars, just so he'd stop asking 10 million questions about everything. About life. Where was he when he was not yet here. When will I die.
I invited the kid join me so he would stay away from his father's fridge mission. So that it would not look like I do not really care what he's trying to do with the fridge, because if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have to be doing this, after all.
4 or 5 months before...
That little small button on the thermostat is something. The manual said it's a defroster but nobody in the house never really got to using it. And it is probably the best time to push it.
So push i did. 12 hours after we were 1,800 pesos poorer, with a fridge on it's way to white goods cemetery.
Somehow, after i pushed that little defroster the melted water ended up flooding our kitchen floor. When Keith cleaned it, like secrets that were not meant to be uncovered, he came face to face with places that badly need cleaning. Like the back of the fridge, and so he cleaned it, too. Too much that he tore a hole at the copper tubing of the compressor. To make matters worse, days earlier, my mother stuffed our freezer with 10,000 kilos of fish.
We definitely shouldn't have a night without a running fridge or else.
or else what.
But after that the fridge was never the same again. It never iced the way it did before the repair and the freon refill. No matter how often i clean it the ice keeps on forming like it's trying to re-create the shrinking arctic circle in my freezer. I know what you are trying to do refurbished fridge, you're trying to have all the melted polar ice caps resettled in my freezer. that's not good, not good at all because i never granted you locational clearance and i never will!
what comes next is the unstoppable deterioration.
somehow the melted water took a new route and never drained in the plastic catchment that was meant to catch exactly that--melted water. It's unstoppable; it just wants to flood everything in its way.
The week before the great Frank flood of Iloilo City in 2008, I was looking forward to spending a peaceful weekend with my then 17 month-old son. But then Keith left his 1,000 dollars worth stainless steel-encased phone (a gift from his mother) on the bamboo living set while he went upstairs to get something. Our son was still in his exploration stage, testing the projectile abilities of anything he'd get his hands on. Somehow i overlooked the image of a phone-on-the-chair, and absentmindedly put my coffee somewhere near it. Apparently, it is a disaster waiting to happen. My son got his hand on his father's very expensive phone, and my tasty cup of steaming coffee with cream. And then Frank happened. And then we went broke. And then the phone was declared irreparable because the rust has managed to get into the motherboard. And it was my fault.
("And then what happened? Life. Life happened." --> shouldn't that be "shit?")
In July of 2011, using what i thought was the key, i somehow managed to lock myself in the office. Though i knew it was the least i should do, i was left without a choice: I called Keith. I called him and told him i need him to bring my key to me. It would have been okay if he was in the house, but he wasn't (he was out on a meeting) and it would have been okay if i knew where i last left it (I swore it was in the shelf but the maid couldn't locate it). and so he said,
"How could you have locked yourself in with A key?"
"But is it possible?" because i do not really know. I am not a locksmith.
"No, it is not."
"But i did. Surprise!"
"Why did you have to forget your key? We're almost ready for bed." We--our kid and him.
He was right, it was late and I really am just careless about the things i do; the things that i need to do.
Like the 3 days before Christmas of 2011 when I dropped my camera and it took me 3 seconds late to realize i dropped it. If it wasn't for the synchronized gasps of at least 15 onlookers and my colleague's horrified look, i wouldn't have known.
"How bad is it? Is it still working? What happened?" she exclaimed, frantic.
"Somehow, the bag's handle missed my shoulder," was my sorry replied. I was surprised i still managed to speak after i saw the terrible dent on the rim of the lens. It felt like horrible face slap. It was my only camera and i somehow managed to destroy it, barely a year in my possession. I could never find any replacement for this, in a better condition, for this half-a-century old camera.
I wanted to bawl. right there, in front of so many attendees of the local government office Christmas party.
I never found the guts to tell it to Keith. He only found out about it through facebook. Checking on it, one night, he said,
"Did you know this is one very hard steel, the lens case? How did you manage to dent it?"
"Well, you know me."
Yes, you know me.
I am THE walking disaster.
murphy's law applies more to some people than others ;)
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