Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Nanay Turns 60

Our mother's special day as she turns 60 and here was a surprise for you.

This was her surprise birthday party,  held at the Kamay Kainan in West Avenue.

We love you Nanay, we wish and pray for your good health and you will be with us for many years to come.

Personalized tarpaulin



Venue - Kamay Kainan, West Avenue


Celebrant







Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Generation Gap

Generation gap referring to differences between people of a younger generation and their elders, especially between a child and their parent's generation.

Thinking of my mom being alone in our flat on her recent vacation in Bahrain when my sister and I are both at work.  Doing our house chores, television and telephone are her outlets on completing days when she was alone.

My mom had her secretarial course in college in the year of type-writers. 
I remember Mr. Postman's delivery of letters takes seven to fourteen days. 
Comes next the voice tape-recorded messages are being sent., instead of letters.
Pagers then used by business "on-the-go" people, receiving messages wherever they go.  The use of the landline phone still needed to communicate to the operator and send the message.
Cellphone came, the one with long antennas and bigger phones available only from a few major telecoms, followed by more designs, specifications of phones.

Same thing from personal computer 'desktop" to a laptop, to a netbook, to the palm-sized iphone.
Generation of technology is fast changing. 

My mom had to learn how to use a mobile phone in order for us to contact her wherever she goes and thus for her to send us SMS when only a few seconds count to reach its receiver.

Home, mom used to have someone to call her when yahoo messenger is set for chatting.

In Bahrain, she has to learn how to operate the computer by herself when we are at work.  My sister and I encouraged her.   It was just like a bigger size of a cellphone and it is just like sending SMS when chatting. Video calling from the laptop is simply like calling from a mobile phone.  From power on, log-in into Facebook, browsing till power off, all had been taught to her.

It was fun for her exchanging messages and receiving comments on her posted photos on Facebook. 
I was just behind her for the instructions.  She has to learn to press the keys by herself.  She at times got confused where the letters are and lost her patience for not remembering all the given instructions. 

There are non-stop and continuing on developing technologies.  We have to learn to adapt to the world were we in.  If it is not learned in the first instance then try it again.  It takes time and practice, add to that the patience to master it.  



Monday, November 08, 2010

To My Mother, Bahrain

This special person in my life deserved a break.  I once planned for a trip with her to Vietnam and Cambodia but failed because she had not completed securing requirements for her passport.  There were issues on her birth certificate.   Her name was misspelled, gendered as male.   She had to file for late registration to straighten out the details on her birth certificate and submit it to apply for a passport.

This very special person in my life is no other than my “mother”.   She wanted the best for all of us, her children.   Though we are grown up and reached our age…in her eyes, we are still her babies.  There is no way we can pay back what she had done for us…for me.   

Now that I can stand with my own feet, here to give you a break mom.   Nay,  you are there and here we are.  Share your time with us and our moment with you.  Be at our side and see where this given life had taken us.

October 04, 2010

An approaching face spotted at Bahrain International Airport arrival hall.  We caught the glimpse of that familiar face, of our mother.  Can’t believe that she is here with us.



October 4 the date my mom’s first step in Bahrain and my sister Elena’s birthday too.   A mother's presence is warmest birthday presents.  Happy birthday my sister and welcome Nanay.


Muharraq Park   October 09,2010 
One fine day at 6:00 am, we walked around the nearby park, Muharraq Park.

Bahrain National Museum   October 10,2010 

Bahrain National Museum with my sister Joy and Nanay


Night Swimming in Juffair  October 12, 2010
Swimming with the sexy gals from Rosa Salon


Walk from Muharraq to the airport, October 26,2010 

The weather is getting colder and the night is longer than the day.  Right time for mom’s vacation.  Hot and humid may aggravate her high blood pressure.  I am glad she made it walked that far.   I have my ket just in case her pressure goes up.  We were walking and sightseeing at the same time.

 This is along the highway from Muharraq to airport



The Taste of Arabic Food
Al Abraj Restaurant
After our long walk from Muharraq to the airport, we had our reward, the taste of Arabic food.:-)

 Hummous, Arabic bread, salad and fresh chico shake to start


Mixed grill.
Our eyes are more hungry than our tummy.  It was a lot of food for the two of us.:-)

In uniform with my Nanay


Walk from Muharraq to Exhibition Road. October 29, 2010. 
Our sightseeing route this time was from Muharraq to Exhibition Road.  We passed by at Marina Park.   It was crowded with families having a picnic and children playing at the amusement park.   

Our finished line…Jasmis in Exhibition Road. Yey!  Burger, fries, salad and ice cream. No comment on this one but lol.  Break the rule!!!




November 05, 2010
After my night flight from Alexandria, Egypt straight away we're on to the road,:-) see where my feet lead us.    
The First Oil Well in Bahrain

Here is the Tree of Life


Muharraq Horse Riding School




The New Manama Bab-Al Bahrain (Gate to Bahrain) 
Baba’s Garden Resort, Riffa.  November 06, 2010

Memorial at Gulf Gate Hotel, November 07, 2010
Attended the memorial service offered by the Standard Chartered Bank's staff and friends for their lost colleague and my previous flatmate, Najiya F. Mallala "Tita Angie".






          The Story of My Mom's Newly Found Best Friend 
My Mom and I were at the cold store, "My best-friend!  My best-friend!",  she calls the attention of the store vendor.  I burst out laughing when I heard that.   "Nay, Is he your best friend?   As in you're so much close like this? (showing my crossed fingers) :-).    She then burst out laughing :-D!   
My mom commented that she heard us calling them out as friend. Hahahaha!
I told her that it was "my friend" but not "my best friend".  In Bahrain, if you are recognized as Filipino and your name is unknown to them, you will be called as "Kabayan".  Most of the people from everywhere when they don't know your name regardless of nationality,  they called you "My friend". 


Thursday, June 10, 2010