Showing posts with label gogol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gogol. Show all posts

06 September 2012

Toddler photography with a flash!

Gogol was recently gifted a black Yashica t4, bought for 10 dollars at a camera store several seas away, from across the continent. this camera has a plastic body and comes with a flash (!!), a very novel technology from the flashless slr cameras at home.

Gogol has been wanting to shoot. i could tell judging by the frequency of his nags to shoot his installations or his drawings (but never himself; never a portrait of him). He would most often prefer they were shot digitally, and was initially disappointed seeing that my minolta did not have an lcd screen where it should be. he soon learned the realities of film photography and is now just happy to shoot, regardless of when he'd actually see the product of his work on print (or scan, i should say).

the first shots of his yashica was with a Fuji Superia 200 film that was also bought from across the universe. it came in 24 shots; quite expensive at 5 dollars (exclusive of tax).

when the film scans came back from the processing center, again, the flash photography was something of a wonder. Keith and I thought it was amazing. I'm thinking i would try the camera (and the flash mode) in one of my walks.

















lovely, lovely camera.
Yashica T4 justifies the want to expand on the Yashica slr collection.


FIN.

05 May 2011

practicing acrobatics

FOUND and old post that never made it past the "EDIT". 

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maybe gogol will grow up like a chinese kid (cha-cha-cha-cha-chinese!!!).
maybe gogol, at 3 will do acrobatics like the chinese kid performers in circus.
maybe gogol will be a champion gymnast when is seven.
or maybe he will be an acrobat at 15.

BECAUSE>>>>>>

as early as now he is already practicing the trick...starting with our collapsible goods tray.

and he does not only do acrobatics with the tray.
he also tries to build skyscrapers...maybe just making sure he has something to fall back into just in case he wouldn't have a great career in the circus. 




20 January 2011

Holding a pencil.

in case nobody knows, there is a right way to hold a pencil.

i hold my writing instruments this way, and thankfully so does my kid. at least that leaves teaching him how to properly hold the pencil off my list.

15 December 2010

what a Wednesday is.

Yesterday ended rather late and today started earlier than usual. 


My kid and i left for Antique this morning but not without a stopover. In UPV Miag-ao


And it was yesterday night that we were buying his outfit for today's event that i repeatedly told him that we will not be taking the bus to his grandmother's house because a stopover in Miag-ao is necessary. I told him, the kid, that we (he + me) will be visiting my former university and that we will be going around the campus. The latter is apparently a lie, told because the truth will not excite him. because the truth is, while we are there, we will just spend the entire time at the registrar's office.  


We took the ride-from-hell from a jeepney in the city. The driver actually started and went on slow drive -- i dunno, i don't drive, maybe around 40-60 kph? -- from the city until midway to Guimbal. This is in order for him to get more passengers as the jeepneys seldom leave the terminal fully packed with sardines--err, passengers. And then when the driver felt it's too close to the destination to get more passengers, he cranked the speedometer up--maybe close to a 100 kph--not minding the swerving. I swore under my breath. I've almost forgotten how it's like riding jeeps plying southern iloilo. 


Despite this, the kid, who was already fast asleep when we reached Arevalo, remained undisturbed in his sleep, in tulo-laway fashion. He's gonna have a crazy hairdo by the time we get off. 


Anyway, I had to drop by UPV Miag-ao to process my request for diploma and transcript. Miag-ao is really a long way from Jaro and "process my request for transcript" as a reason can really not warrant a visit. I can use my connections anytime. And I won't even need to lift a finger. 


naaah -- actually the UPV Alumni Office already offers that kind of support to the graduates. And i'm certainly lying about them "connections."  


UPV "New" Admin building.
 Left wing is where the Registrar's office is.
Link to Photo
The people of the registrar's office took my request in, even to the last minute, even with their hands full of all other requests, and their attention divided by their Christmas party that was to start by 12:00 noon. Before me, came the 1980 alumnus who couldn't locate her records in Diliman, and was due to leave the country in two weeks. The staff at the registrar's office located it and did everything as the alumnus requested. They were not sugary friendly ("nanghihingi-ng-balatong") but they were very helpful to every one there. (Yes, honor and excellence.)


It was really difficult to keep the kid from going from one table to another inside the Reg's office, especially that they had a pabitin (for their Christmas party) in the middle of their office! The kid actually enjoyed being there and when he left with me, he waved goodbye with a long face to everyone in the office.  


Once out of the registrar's office, I started coaxing the kid to walk the rest of maybe 100 meters (or more) uphill to the CUB. The toddler obediently took my hand and i treated him to stories while we walked. I told him the road we're following used to be my regular running route in the university, and that I used to just walk from my boarding house to my classes. 


"Sang ara pa ako sa tyan ni nanay?" said the kid. (When i was still in mother's belly?)
"Wala pa." (Not yet)
"Sa balay lang ko ya?" (I'm just in the house?)
"Wala. Wala ka pa ya." (Not yet. You're not around yet.)
"Si tatay ya?" (How about father?)
"Iba man iya eskwelahan e." (He goes to a different school.)
"Upod kami?" (We go together?)
"Wala ka pa gani." (I said you are not around yet.)


link to photo
When we reached the clearing near the Diwata ng Dagat he asked to climb the acacia trees. one tree has a beautiful canopy; it's hasn't grown so tall yet and pretty climable. But it's not a public place, so it was no. I lied about the whole place being the nest of snakes. When i maliciously commented that the Diwata does not have any bra he did not even give it a glance. To think that at his very very young age he's already overly conscious about undressing or getting naked in public. 


link to photo
And because he walked without complain i allowed him to go up the UPV Museum of Natural Sciences (but more like a marine museum) at the lobby of the university library. i can;t remember all the questions i had to answer but one question he kept of asking is that why are the animals there all dead? Okay. 






The whole time we were roaming around, he kept telling me that that everything looks "high" (Wow, taas taas hagdan nila ba! Wow! Taas taas saka naton ba!). I remember it's his first time to be in a building located atop of a hill. And he seldom goes to places several stories high. He's thrilled of the "highness" of it all. Ah, how nice it is to be a kid and inexperienced. 


Inside CUB Cafeteria. It just so happen that this is
the only pic available on the net. Link to Photo
Not wanting to leave the campus, he told me he wants to eat lunch of vegetables (makaon laswa). I consented despite the need for us to hurry home (we had biscuits that could sustain his hunger pangs in the bus--and he ate a hearty breakfast!) because i also wanted to visit the CUB. 


It was lonely. The CUB was one lonely lonely place. I felt miserable eating lunch there. The chairs are broken, the tap not working (so the staff provided jerry cans of potable water), the ceiling fans are also broken, the building looks old, the food was not good, it was so humid. The whole place was just depressing. During my time there as a student, there was a potable water tap that shoot cool, clean, drinkable water. One of my fisheries schoolmate said that it has to be clean because it's what them lab people use for their experiments that required "sterile" water. I dunno what happened. Maybe some students contracted amoeba and they had to shut the line off. Or maybe it's just the way things work. They just stop being good and magical and wonderful one day. 


The kid didn't eat much; I had to throw the untouched cup of rice. I thought I'd be hungry but it turned out i was hungry for a different kind of food, for the ambiance that's is already non-existent. I collected our plate and tray and put them in the collection area while the kid played with his little toy trucks. We hurried outside. 


As we made our way to the stairs leading to the highway, i tell him more stories. For one sentence I say, he tells me a thousand more. 


I made the him wait on the stairs while I watch for the bus. We exchanged questions and answers again about my life as a university student. He kept on asking me what on he was doing while I was at school. Or where he was? Did he wait at home?


"Wala a, wala ka pa ya," I tell him. (Not yet. You were not here yet.)
"Diin ako bay?" (Where was I?)
"Wala pa gid e." (You're VERY not around yet.)
"Diin ko nagkadto haw?" (Where did i go?)
"Wala ka pa to nabuhi." (You're not yet born/alive(?).)
"Napatay na ko?" (I was dead?)
He gave me no choice. I can already see the roof of the bus from the dip in the road ahead. 
"Basta. Huo." (Trust me. Yes.)


And i went to flag for the yellow Ceres bus. 




FIN.


26 March 2009

texting

a text exchange between rej and kitoy on the day of gogol's birthday, january 26, 2009.

Rej: Ta pwede ka kahapit somewhere bakal pineapple in can butang ko sa ham
Kitoy: Okay a, amo na handa ni gogol?
Rej: Huo ta. Ham kag laswa kag lokus.
Kitoy : Ano ang tskato nga spelling ? Lokus ukon lukos
Rej: Depende sa accent or sa rasa.
Kitoy : Matyag ko tskato ang lukos. Kay ang lokus daw bisaya nga locus. No? Do you concur?
Rej : Hmmm…I stand by my first statement nga depende sa rasa. Or sa region. Or if you’re speaking with your mouth full. Besides maski taga lambunao ka nga gahambal karay a with American accent like that dinagyang candidate surely you “lukos” will sound “lokus”  /low’cost/. Do you agree. With a period

amen.

17 October 2008

how to eat grapes


among gogol's favorite fruits is the grapes. he once had diarrhea for eating too much grapes in one sitting. when his mother and gogol went to the jologs grocery store (lalalalalaa) sm jaro, late (or at least in the case of Jaro) on a thursday night, 54 minutes till closing time, they chanced upon his grandfather doing the last minute "pasalubong" buying for his guests who're coming to Iloilo the next day. Gogol's grandfather was so pleased to see him in the jologs store (because seldom does gogol ever ever ever go to the mall or the jologs grocery store for that matter because his parents are crazy and do not want to bring him to any of those urban eyesores -- but yes, his mother said they love the convenience of the jologs grocery store, and gogol's father love to pay utility bills there) that he bought him a kilo of big red grapes. 
SO.

Gogol will now teach you how to eat the lovely grapes.
and love to love eating it.



Step 1.
Allow your mother to tempt you with it. how hedonistic can it get? Smile with glee when you see it.


Step 2. 
Once you got hold of it, choose the best globe. the shiny firm ones.


Step 3. 
pull the best globe from the bunch VERY VERY carefully.



Step 4. 
press it to test the firmness once more. Gogol can't really believe he's now gonna eat grapes. 

Step 5. 
Take a bite. Really well. and indulge in it.


step 6. 
Chew very well. don't try to multitask like gogol. like scratch your head while eating because that's really bad table manners. what's more, you might end up looking like...
 (SEE BELOW)

(nadunlan look ni gogol. Bale ginlamon nya ang bilog nga grapes.)
therefore when you eat focus on eating and enjoy ever bit of it.



step 7. 
Don't be content on eating only 1, 2, 3, or 10 pieces of grapes. Go and eat some more. 
Eat it in any way you like it.



Step 8. 
show/tell the grapes how much you like it.
Sometimes gogol get so crazy over the grapes that he tries to talk it. 
at this picture, gogol is asking the grapes how it feels whenever it is bitten, nibbled and chewed by gogol's jagged teeth; or if it feels good knowing that gogol likes it very much.
as expected, the grapes does not answer back.



step 9.
be happy. be very happy.



THE END.

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23 September 2008

the deconstructivist



this is gogol's favorite activity of the late.
the tray he is trying to deconstruct is also his most favorite item in the house of the late, next to rice box.
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maybe gogol will grow up like a chinese kid (cha-cha-cha-cha-chinese!!!).
maybe gogol, at 3 will do acrobatics like the chinese kid circus performers.
maybe gogol will be a champion gymnast when is 7.
or maybe an acrobat at 15.

BECAUSE>>>>>>

as early as now he is already practicing the trick...starting with our collapsible goods tray.

and he does not only do acrobatics with the tray.
he also tries to build skyscrapers...maybe just making sure he has something to fall back to just in case he doesn't get a good career at the circus. 

yeah.

how to eat a danggit

danggit is probably one of gogol's favorite foods, in addition to bananas and putos.
because it's his favorite and gogol is well-loved by his lolo, his lolo always brings him packs and packs of danggit as pasalubong from cebu.
but his parents are still wondering how he was able to acquire fondness for danggit. they recall that when gogol was just a baby learning to eat solids they didn't have much in their fridge except packs and packs of danggit.
that's how gogol got to like danggit.




step 1: take a small bite.
just enough to get a salty taste of the danggit.




step 2: take a bigger and harder bite.
which is usually the case if nanay fails to cook it well.




step 3: SHARE!!!!!!!!!!!
one good deed gogol has mastered.



the end.
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08 August 2008

gogol's playthings.

these is the story about gogol's playthings.
gogol's parents never buy him toys. most of his toys were either given to him or stuffs from the kitchen counters that slowly crept their way into his toy basket. gogol's parents do not patronize toy kingdom and are anti-consumerist.

first off...



The Ball.


This soft, spongy football was given by gogol's "kika" mao's friend myrrh. she loves to think she's gogol's godmother. his mother forgot when this was given to him but it could be during that stage when he was mastering his picking objects skills or maybe his pincer grasp. gogol does not practice picking up skills with this ball anymore. He is so done with it already. This ball is now used for mastering his throwing skills. His parents hope that this ball will inspire him to be a FIFA world cup star by the time he's 18.



Osong Paloy (you wouldn't wanna know what that means. believe me.)

Osong Paloy was a name invented by gogol's tatay when he was told that a write up about gogol's playthings will be made. For header purposes, a name for this gayish bear had to be invented, since most of gogol's toys do not have names. Osong paloy arrived in our apartment sometime in june 2007 from isabela, in northern philippines. it was sent to "kika" mao by a friend. as expected it was turned over to gogol. gogol never played with it until recently, and his parents thought it was too fuzzy for him to play with.






Tarsilo the tartol

Tarsilo was a product of gogol's "kika" mao's christmas party in december of 2007. gogol's mother used tarsilo's neck as bottle propper when gogol was still unable to hold the bottle on his own.Tarsilo used to have a black dot on his plastic eyes. But they were eventually rubbed out. Gogol's parents and his then sitter Manang Inday used to draw the black dot using the permanent marker but the dot would only last for a day. they eventually got tired of it and accepted tarsilo's "blinded" look. Tarsilo the tartol looks like a happy stuffed toy, not considering his gayish color. Gogol loves him.



Spiderman, spiderman

spiderman was a puppet bought by gogol's lola in Davao City. he was not appreciative of it at first, not until his mother used spiderman to sing to him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at night, after their reading/story telling session on the board book "Squirrel is Hungry" by satoshi kitamura. Now gogol can't live a day without hugging and kissing spiderman. He sometimes even let spiderman sleep beside him. (picture to come)



Kabayoman


Kabayoman was a christmas gift to gogol by his nanay's cousin. before spiderman came to gogol's life, kabayoman was one of his favorite companions. he seems to like kabayoman better that osong paloy perhaps because kabayoman looks so macho, and osong paloy looks so girl. Also, Kabayoman is so flexible he can fit in gogol's small bag now matter how full it is. and he always do things with a big horsey smile on his face.

07 August 2008

gogol's shoes.

I'm not a shoe person. i only have 2 pairs of shoes which i really consider mine, one is a hiking shoe (which is as historical as it could be, i bought it at rockport in greenbelt while the magdalo soldiers are preparing for their great uprising a block away and myself and my sister knowing about it 2 hours later while inside the cinema watching "Miranda" -- starring christina ricci -- through a text sent by my father who was in Iloilo) and the other one is a running shoe (a 3-year old running shoe that needs replacement). Similarly, gogol isn't raised to be a shoe guy, although that seems to be far from happening as the shoe-rack corner appears to be one of his favorite spots in our 6x10 apartment, next to "under the table". The moment he wakes up he'll usually get hold of any of his shoes, signaling that he wants to get some fresh morning air outside. or maybe have some morning gibberish with his girlfriend from door 4.

He would also be as kuripot as his parents.



The first walking shoes
.


when gogol was just learning to walk we never required him to put on shoe when he's in side the house. that way, they said, the child learns how to balance properly since nothing intervenes between his feet and the ground. That's as organic as you could get. Gogol used this pair of shoes when he practiced walking outside, in the driveway of our apartment at 10 months. this time, at 18 months and an expert at walking, he would never even bother to put on shoes when he rushes out (usually to greet the ambulant vendor of puto or baye-baye).I try not to be a stage mom as possible but my siblings and my husband could not help laughing every time gogol takes this out from our improvised shoe rack. Yes, that's (worn-out) 3m bandages you see.




The Aldeguer sandals
.

While hunting for a really cheap pair of ecru/beige (no, no not white, and not open toed, as the the guideline saud) graduation shoes in aldeguer street i chanced upon this kiddie open toed sandals. very cheap. a jollibee value meal is even more expensive compared to this. and it looks comfortable for the restless feet of my then 14-month old gogol. i immediately bought one for him. when he tried it, it's half an inch smaller. but he liked it a lot. fearing that bantay bata 163 would punish us for foot-binding gogol, we left the straps unstrapped and off the baby goes to the driveway with his sandal straps flapping like goofy's ears.




all star.



his grandfather said he looks like george harrison if he has this on. we hadn't seen a baby his age (then 11 months) wearing green all star hi-cut sneakers. he looked like a rad boy with this pair on. there isn't much story on this shoes except that it was a gift from his aunt when she went to arizona for a job training. he wasn't as hyper active then.





Spiderman shoes.

gogol was also given a pair spiderman shoes that were so thickly padded he could hardly walk in them. the size was just right though. however, by the looks of it, i don't think they were made for walking babies. the shoes was sent by his lola from the US so i suppose they were intentionally made for big caucasian babies who are certainly not in their walking stage. gogol rarely use them. in fact, we only put this on him when we want to turn him into a clown.







I am Spartan.



his other lola also bought him these greek-like sandals from a trade fair. maybe it's form marikina. i'm not so sure. but it's way cheaper than the first sandals i bought but wearing them instantly turn gogol into a greek god with a big, fat belly. this is the one he always use for walking around the apartment driveway. or spending his hyper-active afternoon with similarly hyper active friends from the other units.













Cars, his latest fave.

in may of this year his lola (the same lola who sent him the spiderman shoes) again sent him character shoes, this time from the movie Cars. this has become so far his well-loved shoes and is a symbol of "lagalag time". this is the one he takes out of the shoe rack and give to anybody available when he wants to go out of the house. when he dons this on, sockless, in his shorts and tee shirt, he looks like "naputo nga intsik".


Gogol is bound to have more shoes than his parents. he also has a white hi-cut osh kosh sent by his grandma (the spiderman shoe grandma) together with the cars shoes. and his other grandma (the spartan sandal grandma) also bought him batman slippers. i bought him cheap rubber slippers in my hometown's market (at a price of mcfloat, sold by a 10 year old kid maybe being subjected to child labor). so.



and for the last words, here is gogol
(with a pillow on his back since he was a ninja turtle that day but he was annoyed and didn't want to be a ninja turtle so all the time the pillow was there he was agitated, irritable and threw tantrums):


A M E N.