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Their names are etched on marble, now more pronounced,  as years of degradation has rendered these names unseen. We had them repainted and cleaned in time for the yearly tradition of remembering those who passed on. As usual, we went to visit a day before the typical. For some reason, we would rather be there to pay our respects to our departed with some privacy. The tradition has evolved through time such that it has become an opportunity to eat, drink and be merry, Filipino style. Given our propensity to overdo things, we all know that before the sun sets, more than a handful of men (even women) would have to be literally be carried home for having one too many. Or worse, a handful would have already gotten into fistfights over some petty thing. The worst is when someone decides to put up a videoke machine and start singing 'My Way', for all the people to hear.  Candles and flowers we lit earlier are probably on another departed soul's place now. The baskets and bunch of ...

And so today, Aidan and I practiced for the first time, the results of my 'rethinking' regarding my insistence on being 'merged' with his life. Faculty of the Carl Jung Circle Center devoted half of a day discussing the 'mama's boy' syndrome. The discussions were interesting as my collagues in the course referred to their husbands  and the mothers-in-law when making a point. I however projected the discussion on me, and my relationship with my son.  Since my son was about 6 or 7 years old, (Ate Ana was 14), I left home to work in this 'kingdom far far away' province and became a weekend mom. I helped with their homework via short/text messages; I made it a point they ate properly, and other mommy stuff, through this magnificent invention called the mobile phone. My kids coped with the situation, they are smart kids, and very patient. They got used to the set-up, not as a matter of choice. I think the important thing to both of them is that they h...

He allegedly said, 'wow, your facebook posts seem you are all perfect.' That's referring to my sister's posts, with me. Because I have vowed I will be from now on passive about these things, I will let that be. But I just want to put it out there, that nope, I have never pretended on facebook about my life, because it is far from perfect. I have a crazy life, in fact, but I choose to project the good there is in it, rather than the 'not good', (the term 'bad' is a big word). Moreso, I post too much negativity on my page, on the contrary, that to say it is pretentious is, well, stupid. Anyway, I wrote about my five truths in my last blog, those which I was 'forced' to ackowledge. The sharings /sessions, if you please, with the faculty of the Carl Jung Circle Center (read: psychiatrists) afforded me insights on these truths.  On my first truth, that I am a 'trying hard' mom, they note that my tendencies to be 'overcompensating...