Charming smile, yan ang unang-unang napapansin kay Daboy. Matipuno. Mukhang mabango. Bagay ang red checkered polo. Bagay ang blue polo. Bagay lahat. Tisoy kasi. Pero hindi rin lingid sa kaalaman ng marami sa mga nakatrabaho niya't nakasalamuha na mabait din siyang tao.
Nakatrabaho ko si Daboy nuong nagsisimula pa lang ako sa showbiz. Hindi niya ako naging leading lady. Pero isa ako sa mga writers sa high-rating show niya noon na Kasangga. Ipinasok ako ni Jun Lana sa writing team ng Kasangga. Nakailang meeting na kami noon, at medyo matagal bago ko na-meet nang personal si Daboy. Hindi ako na-disappoint nang makita ko siya. Mukha nga siyang artista. Gwapo. Matangkad. Mestizo. At higit sa lahat, friendly. Lahat ng nasa team, mula kay Jun, hanggang sa mga writers at researchers, kinamayan niya. Taping yun ng spiels niya para sa Kasangga.
Sumunod ko siyang nakasalamuha, sa bahay niya. Gusto niyang i-meeting ang creative team. Kung tama ang pagkakaalala ko, pinakain niya lang kami noon. Ni walang naganap na meeting na pormal para sa show.
Dahil close na close at masaya ang team ng Kasangga noon, kahit hindi required, pumupunta kami sa taping. Kahit saang sulok pa yan ng PIlipinas. Full support din kami pag bumisita sa spiels taping ni Daboy. Sa isa sa mga pagbisita namin, tinawag ako't inakbayan ni Daboy. Pinagmalaki niya ako sa mga tao sa paligid. Sabi niya, "Eto'ng writer kong 'to. Batang-bata pa, magaling na magsulat. Paano pa paglaki niya!" Obviously, jino-joke niya ako sa height ko. Pero the way he said it, walang panlalait. Mas nakakasakit pa yung mga ibang taong pinupuri ka pero alam mong may masamang sasabihin pagtalikod mo.
Sumunod ko siyang nakasama, nilibre niya kami sa isang bar sa Tomas Morato. Nag-rate kasi ang episode na sinulat ko, yung tungkol sa isang Cannibal sa Iloilo. Unang pagkakataon noon na mag-hit kami ng rating na 15%. Sa panahong iyon, mataas na ang 15%. Kaya nanlibre si Daboy. Nagpakain, nagpainom. Syempre hindi ako uminom. Pero nag-enjoy ako sa piling ng buong staff at crew.
Nang pumunta kaming buong Kasangga team sa Cebu para mag-taping, nandoon din si Daboy. Kahit isa siyang artista at siya ang bida ng show, kung makihalubilo siya sa amin, para kaming mga kaibigan niya. At nang makita niya ako, inulit na naman niya yung joke niya tungkol sa pagiging manunulat ko kahit bata pa ako. Oo, nabenta na ang joke. Oo, hindi na siya nag-isip ng bagong joke, pero kebs ko. Kesa naman sa ibang mga artistang nakakwentuhan mo na sa taping, pero next time na magkita kayo hindi ka na nila kilala. O kaya papansinin ka lang pag nalaman nilang writer ka. O kaya tatabihan ka sabay segue na baka pwede silang ipasok sa show na sinusulatan mo. Hehe, kanya-kanyang style yan, eh.
Pero para sakin, gusto ko pa rin si Daboy. Totoong tao pa rin siya. May mga limitations man, may mga kapintasan man, pero wala akong natandaang pagkakataong na-oppress ako sa show niya. Kaya sa pagpanaw niya kamakailanlang, nalungkot ako. Okey, hindi ko aamining umiyak ako kasi sasabihin ninyo, ang OA ko. Kumpara sa bonding niya sa ibang tao, katrabaho, kaibigan, kakapiranggot lang ang memories ko kay Daboy. Pero muli, kebs ko ba. Blog ko ito. At gusto kong mag-pay tribute kay Daboy.
Kaya kay Daboy, masaya ako dahil alam kong tinanggap mo si God bilang Lord and Saviour mo nuong mga panahong nasa ospital ka (may reliable source kaya ako!). Kaya Daboy, enjoy ka diyan sa langit. At salamat sa kapiranggot na alaala!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Aliya at 10 months
what aliya can now do...
PROMPT: Praise the Lord! --- ALIYA: raises both arms.
PROMPT: Very good!--- ALIYA: claps hands.
PROMPT: close open, close open --- ALIYA: closes, and opens hands.
PROMPT: flying kiss!--- ALIYA: puts hand on her lips, makes smacking sound.
QUESTION: where's ur nose? --- ALIYA: touches her nose.
QUESTION: where are ur ears?--- ALIYA: touches her ears.
QUESTION: where's ur tongue?--- ALIYA: sticks out her tongue.
PROMPT: twist ur tongue--- ALIYA: twists her tongue.
QUESTION: where's ur bellybutton?--- ALIYA: pats her tummy.
PROMPT: beautiful eyes.--- ALIYA: smiles and blinks her eyes.
PROMPT: hello?--- ALIYA: puts her hand on her ears as if talking to the phone.
PROMPT: where's the airplane?--- ALIYA: looks outside the window.
PROMPT: twinkle twinkle little star. --- ALIYA: curls fingers as if they're twinkling.
PROMPT: wow, nice dress!--- ALIYA: looks at what she's wearing.
PROMPT: arms up!--- ALIYA: raises arms.
PROMPT: arms down! --- ALIYA: puts arms down.
PROMPT: bad smell--- ALIYA: twitches, curls her nose.
PROMPT: kiss --- ALIYA: bends and kisses whatever's within reach.
PROMPT: very good! ---ALIYA: claps her hands and smiles.
... bow...
PROMPT: Praise the Lord! --- ALIYA: raises both arms.
PROMPT: Very good!--- ALIYA: claps hands.
PROMPT: close open, close open --- ALIYA: closes, and opens hands.
PROMPT: flying kiss!--- ALIYA: puts hand on her lips, makes smacking sound.
QUESTION: where's ur nose? --- ALIYA: touches her nose.
QUESTION: where are ur ears?--- ALIYA: touches her ears.
QUESTION: where's ur tongue?--- ALIYA: sticks out her tongue.
PROMPT: twist ur tongue--- ALIYA: twists her tongue.
QUESTION: where's ur bellybutton?--- ALIYA: pats her tummy.
PROMPT: beautiful eyes.--- ALIYA: smiles and blinks her eyes.
PROMPT: hello?--- ALIYA: puts her hand on her ears as if talking to the phone.
PROMPT: where's the airplane?--- ALIYA: looks outside the window.
PROMPT: twinkle twinkle little star. --- ALIYA: curls fingers as if they're twinkling.
PROMPT: wow, nice dress!--- ALIYA: looks at what she's wearing.
PROMPT: arms up!--- ALIYA: raises arms.
PROMPT: arms down! --- ALIYA: puts arms down.
PROMPT: bad smell--- ALIYA: twitches, curls her nose.
PROMPT: kiss --- ALIYA: bends and kisses whatever's within reach.
PROMPT: very good! ---ALIYA: claps her hands and smiles.
... bow...
Missing Child Matthew Found. Praise God
This letter is from the father of Matthew "ChuChu" Samudio, one of thanksgiving and rejoicing. This is for everybody who took the time to pray for them and get the word out about what happened.
Read on.
"For almost 3 horrifying days, I thought I would never have the courage to look at Chuchu's photos without shedding buckets of tears. Whenever I scan my laptop for photos of him to be used for the flyers we distribute all over Metro Manila; I can't help but to burst into tears; no make it sobs which only provide temporary relief to the agonizing pain I felt every time I think of what could have happened to my precious little boy.
Whenever I close my eyes, which have denied me of sleep for 3 days, pictures of my Chuchu would appear, his disarming smile, his funny antics, the way he makes this hand sign and shout "OCK ON" which he actually meant "ROCK ON!" I could still hear him call me "YEYE", his own funny way of calling me "DADDY".
The way he would wake me up in the middle of the night for his usual midnight treat "FRIME FRIME". (An instance when his infant formula was all consumed up, so to pacify him, I gave him a small dose of my mom's ENERVON PRIME in choco. Yes go ahead and sue me! hehe!). Apparently, he liked it even better than his usual milk drink. So I bought him a chocolate flavored formula...formulated for kids this time. He was there with me, all mine to love and nurture.
Until he was abducted.
Believe me, you don't want to go through what I have gone through.
Waking up at night imagining where your kid is, where is he sleeping. What is he eating? Who will wash him after taking a poo? What would have been on his young mind waking up and suddenly everything is different. Would he cry and call our names? Or would he just keep still and accept the fact that this is his fate. That this is how life is supposed to be. Imagine a 3 year old kid absorbing all those confusing, horrible thoughts. Kids his age shouldn't be exposed to such cruelty. They are supposed to play, eat, sleep and then play again.
Up until now, the past 3 days will be a complete mystery for me. Because he can't even speak straight, I wonder, where did he sleep? Did he take a bath? Was he maltreated? Abused? What was going on in his mind all those time? Did he feel that we abandoned him? It kills me every time I imagine my precious child walking on dark alleys, begging for food and drink. Alone and no one to protect him...
If only I can, I would make him forget those horrible 2 and a half days. If I have the power to clear off his mind, I would not even bat an eyelash. His physical state might be perfect, but what about his emotional and mental state? \
In his usual "kastitaloy" language, he told me that every time he would walk away from the group, THAT girl would pull his ears so bad that when I looked at it, it is still swollen and red. He was picked up on the markets of Sta Rosa Laguna, almost falling asleep, as one witness say. Apparently, they start begging as early as 5am.
I still cry whenever I imagine him being subjected to such cruelty. He hasn't done anything wrong. He is still an angel.
I still have to deal with the demons of those cruel 3 days.
But inspite of the traumatic experience, FINALLY, Chuchu is with ME.
And I want to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for helping Chuchu find his way back home. For the prayers, reposting, linking of this blog, your connections with the media and government agencies. People from all walks of life united in goal. To bring back my son safe and sound. Looking on the bright side of things, Chuchu brought out the good that was hidden in all of us for so long. Suddenly, we remembered praying, Suddenly, we began caring for people we don't even know. We became compassionate, understanding and vigilant.
If not for you people, he could have ended as a beggar all his life.
A drug addict.
A denizen in the street.
A pickpocket.
Or it could have ended a life of an innocent child.
If not for your unwavering support, Chuchu will not be here with us.
So in gratitude, I will make sure, that Chuchu, will have the best that life could possibly offer. I will make sure that he gets the best education, the skills. I will hone him to become a good member of the society. I will shower him the love, care and most of all PROTECTION from evil. You can mark my word on that.
Those past few days was a nightmare for me, I often thought that, people have really, really gone bad this time. But seeing Chuchu sleeping so comfortably in his room with his stuffed toys and what-have-yous; I thank God that there is still GOOD in this world.
And it was shown through you guys.
So let me thank you from the bottom of my heart, for giving me the chance to provide my son with the best future that I can offer.
And together, let's all look at his photos. But this time, with HAPPINESS and LOVE in our hearts.
THANK YOU DEAR GOD,
AND THANK YOU... MY SON'S HEROES.
Best Dad In The Making,
MICHAEL KENJI SAMUDIO"
Read on.
"For almost 3 horrifying days, I thought I would never have the courage to look at Chuchu's photos without shedding buckets of tears. Whenever I scan my laptop for photos of him to be used for the flyers we distribute all over Metro Manila; I can't help but to burst into tears; no make it sobs which only provide temporary relief to the agonizing pain I felt every time I think of what could have happened to my precious little boy.
Whenever I close my eyes, which have denied me of sleep for 3 days, pictures of my Chuchu would appear, his disarming smile, his funny antics, the way he makes this hand sign and shout "OCK ON" which he actually meant "ROCK ON!" I could still hear him call me "YEYE", his own funny way of calling me "DADDY".
The way he would wake me up in the middle of the night for his usual midnight treat "FRIME FRIME". (An instance when his infant formula was all consumed up, so to pacify him, I gave him a small dose of my mom's ENERVON PRIME in choco. Yes go ahead and sue me! hehe!). Apparently, he liked it even better than his usual milk drink. So I bought him a chocolate flavored formula...formulated for kids this time. He was there with me, all mine to love and nurture.
Until he was abducted.
Believe me, you don't want to go through what I have gone through.
Waking up at night imagining where your kid is, where is he sleeping. What is he eating? Who will wash him after taking a poo? What would have been on his young mind waking up and suddenly everything is different. Would he cry and call our names? Or would he just keep still and accept the fact that this is his fate. That this is how life is supposed to be. Imagine a 3 year old kid absorbing all those confusing, horrible thoughts. Kids his age shouldn't be exposed to such cruelty. They are supposed to play, eat, sleep and then play again.
Up until now, the past 3 days will be a complete mystery for me. Because he can't even speak straight, I wonder, where did he sleep? Did he take a bath? Was he maltreated? Abused? What was going on in his mind all those time? Did he feel that we abandoned him? It kills me every time I imagine my precious child walking on dark alleys, begging for food and drink. Alone and no one to protect him...
If only I can, I would make him forget those horrible 2 and a half days. If I have the power to clear off his mind, I would not even bat an eyelash. His physical state might be perfect, but what about his emotional and mental state? \
In his usual "kastitaloy" language, he told me that every time he would walk away from the group, THAT girl would pull his ears so bad that when I looked at it, it is still swollen and red. He was picked up on the markets of Sta Rosa Laguna, almost falling asleep, as one witness say. Apparently, they start begging as early as 5am.
I still cry whenever I imagine him being subjected to such cruelty. He hasn't done anything wrong. He is still an angel.
I still have to deal with the demons of those cruel 3 days.
But inspite of the traumatic experience, FINALLY, Chuchu is with ME.
And I want to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for helping Chuchu find his way back home. For the prayers, reposting, linking of this blog, your connections with the media and government agencies. People from all walks of life united in goal. To bring back my son safe and sound. Looking on the bright side of things, Chuchu brought out the good that was hidden in all of us for so long. Suddenly, we remembered praying, Suddenly, we began caring for people we don't even know. We became compassionate, understanding and vigilant.
If not for you people, he could have ended as a beggar all his life.
A drug addict.
A denizen in the street.
A pickpocket.
Or it could have ended a life of an innocent child.
If not for your unwavering support, Chuchu will not be here with us.
So in gratitude, I will make sure, that Chuchu, will have the best that life could possibly offer. I will make sure that he gets the best education, the skills. I will hone him to become a good member of the society. I will shower him the love, care and most of all PROTECTION from evil. You can mark my word on that.
Those past few days was a nightmare for me, I often thought that, people have really, really gone bad this time. But seeing Chuchu sleeping so comfortably in his room with his stuffed toys and what-have-yous; I thank God that there is still GOOD in this world.
And it was shown through you guys.
So let me thank you from the bottom of my heart, for giving me the chance to provide my son with the best future that I can offer.
And together, let's all look at his photos. But this time, with HAPPINESS and LOVE in our hearts.
THANK YOU DEAR GOD,
AND THANK YOU... MY SON'S HEROES.
Best Dad In The Making,
MICHAEL KENJI SAMUDIO"
Makulay ang Buhay!
Bow ako sa ad agency sa likod ng TV ad na ito ng Meaty Ginisang Gulay Flavor Mix. Aside from maganda ang message (encouraging kids to eat their veggies), ok din ang recall ng song, madaling i-memorize ang lyrics, very visual, very appealing, cute ang CGI at mga sikat na child stars ang mga talent nila. Very child-friendly. This is Aliya’s current favorite. Super saya niya kapag napapanood ang ad na ito. In fact, she was already sleeping one night and Romy and I were watching local tv when they showed the said commercial. We were surprised and amused when suddenly, Aliya got up and started smiling and babbling and clapping. She heard the commercial in her sleep and she decided to sit up! Her hair was a mess and her eyes half-open but she was todo-bigay sa clap and bounce act niya! After the commercial, she went back to sleep as if nothing happened.
Aliya at 9 months
Understands and obeys the prompt, “Clap Your Hands 1, 2, 3!”
Knows how to "Close-Open” her palms
Knows how to send a Flying Kiss! With matching smacking sound pa!
Looks at the sky when asked where the airplane is.
Looks at her tummy when asked where her bellybottom is.
Stops whatever she’s doing once she hears the following commercials: Colgate, Palmolive, Tang.
3rd tooth sprouted last June 25.
Knows how to "Close-Open” her palms
Knows how to send a Flying Kiss! With matching smacking sound pa!
Looks at the sky when asked where the airplane is.
Looks at her tummy when asked where her bellybottom is.
Stops whatever she’s doing once she hears the following commercials: Colgate, Palmolive, Tang.
3rd tooth sprouted last June 25.
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