It had been a hectic month. There was a Monday when I had to go to UP four times, forth and back. Jean and Tish’ schedules and activities are so far apart. But I couldn’t allow one to take the public transport. It is just too time consuming and taxing. Good thing there are dismissal periods that coincide, like on Thursdays. Then they commute home together.
I sought audience with Mayor Del de Guzman 9 July, for my leaning cracked wall. He is soft-spoken, courteous and perceptive to the matter at hand. I am glad we have a change in the local government. And I do hope my fence gets reconstructed soon.
I had correspondences also with MMDA Traffic Adjudication Board’s Raymond de Ramos and Atty. Rochelle Capili. I am happy, too, that our people in the local sectors had become easier to talk with. Atty. Rochelle promised to inform me as to the progress of my complaint instead of asking me to make an appearance in their office.
Our eenie weenie baby bun with the winking eye RJ was christened 11 July. Jean was first time Ninang. It was held at St. Ignatius Cathedral inside Camp Aguinaldo. Wow! The army church was air conditioned. And we sang the national anthem at the end of the mass. Imagine that!
But our little charmer gave us a show. He squirmed and cooed as Audrey, Julia, Jean, Tish and Tami touched his cheeks. Poor baby! Everyone just wanted a feel of his 3 week old soft skin. I thought that was all there was to it when I was cradling RJ. I couldn’t had enough of keeping off the hands while saying “You can only touch the feet!” But came Kuya RD and simply opened RJ’s tight shut eye! What can I say! Sigh!
Voyeurism Public
04 Jul 2010 Leave a comment
by eileenleyva in Commentary
What do you know? Finally I got a peek at at the insides of Manila Hotel, Malacanang Palace and Camp Aguinaldo. These had been some of the famous national venues that seemed to be restricted, caters only to the affluent few, or those in power. And to think that these are properties of the people. But all that had changed in the past 72 hours. Noynoy, as president, allowed the people to take a peep. And I did, as much as I can.
Malacanang Palace is huge and elegant. The historic stairs, which Donya Teodora Alonzo y Realonda supposedly climbed to beg for the life of his son Jose Rizal in 1896, was given much ado. Tradition had held this staircase as where the out-going president descends from power and meets the successor. After the inaugurals, the successor comes back to the same place and ascends the wooden stairs.
The new president also permitted the media to view the first cabinet meeting. The new secretaries were adjusting their retinas to the glare of the media lights. The media reported that the maiden order was a blooper. Well, it was one for the books. The president is a bachelor. There is no such thing as honeymoon stage, apparently.
At Camp Aguinaldo during the the Change of Command Ceremonies, President Noy came half-an-hour late. When he emerged from his Land Cruiser which now bears Plate No. 1, Noy was all wrinkled and obviously exhausted. He had not much sleep probably from the work-ridden first two days of office. His sister Kris should have seen to it that his wardrobe was ironed for the week. The travails of being unmarried. Sigh! But I was glad he groped well. The generals and the soldiers were all poised. The salutes were firm and crisped. But Noy will master that in time.
Nephew Jiggy made a video clip of the family’s overnight stay at the Manila Hotel in preparation for the inaugurals. His amateurish but exciting video captured how relaxed, extremely shy and yet vocal when prodded to talk the family is. The Aquino family had become public property. President Noy and his family had just given voyeurism a whole new meaning.