Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Friday, December 3, 2010

The Day I Started To DIY

Wiki says… Do it yourself (or DIY) is a term used to describe building, modifying, or repairing of something without the aid of experts or professionals. The phrase “do it yourself” came into common usage in the 1950s in reference to home improvement projects which people might choose to complete independently.

Twenty six years ago today, my father left us to have an EB with our Creator.

And since then, with no elder brother to do the manly stuff and no father/brod whom I can learn from, I was forced to do things at an early age, alone.

As a kid, I…

  • Unclogged the drains
  • Started the car (remember boy! start with the gear on neutral!) when momma is out of town
  • Cleaned and took care of the car (or at least, I tried to)
  • Drove the car at 15, went around town for a year with student driver’s license
  • Fixed the roof holes
  • Took precautionary measures in case of incoming storm (and one time, basically held part of our roof during a great storm in the 80s)
  • Replaced a big-chuck of the kitchen sink/countertop on my own
  • Constructed all my pet housing needs, play things (wooden toy trucks – kahoy na trak trakan), basketball goals, etc.
  • Replaced leaking faucets
  • Dug a dumping pit
  • Did a lot DIY electrical stuff which resulted in main switch tripping many times over
  • Secured the house… door knob locks, barrel locks, hook & eye locks, trap doors, etc.
  • Slept with bread knife under my pillow, you know, just in case a burglar comes in the middle of the night

Two and a half decades hence, I am still at it.

Still thinking I can (or should) do it all.

Dec 2, 1984. The day I was forced to started to DIY.

RIP, my father.

Bless his soul, our Father.

Thanks for reading. Yours truly, the Managing Director — And… Part-time carpenter, forced furniture designer, stand-by CAD operator, seemingly retired web developer, sort-of copy writer, novice welder, eye-flinching internet researcher, headache-prone business owner, latex gloves equipped woodworker, beat-the-3pm-cutoff purchaser, de facto blogger, wannabe artist, no-talent-fee photographer, etc.

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Monday, September 13, 2010

Whatever Yaya

First night of our hired yaya (nanny), we were informed by the agency that her family contacted them. The yaya needs to get back home because her youngest was confined in the hospital. We allowed her to go home and gave fare + more than a day’s work fee. A week later, she returned and she was back with vengeance and cooked pretty good ginataang (coco milk) tilapya and sinigang na baboy and did a decent job taking care of the baby and some home chores. It paid off that we supported her.

After 2 weeks and good service, this time her family phoned us. We’re told, our yaya’s hubby (a taxi driver) hit a motorcycle driver and the bike driver met the ultimate end. May he rest in piece. The husband was detained in one police HQ in Taguig Philippines. Dunno how we were able to break the story to the yaya, but we did it. How worse can it get for her? Of course we told her that she can go and attend to her problems. We gave her again her salary rounded of to the 15th of this month, we did not deduct the full agency fee that she owe us, and we gave her extra fare again.

And so whatever yaya, we are here to support you.

But please yaya, inform us on or before the 15th if you’ll be back again.

BTW, have you seen this yaya video I posted?


Monday, June 21, 2010

Yesterday's Wedding Gift, The Unboxed Box

Yesterday we attended a wedding. We forgot to buy a gift during weekdays, fortunately, we have something on stock. Multi-purpose unit that is perfect for them as they will move in into their own condominium unit soon. We picked the storage-stool-box. And because it was a last minute wedding gift, we gave it un-boxed and un-wrapped. The couple, er, husband and wife, I am sure are cool enough not to care about our gift in its “bubble wrapping” glory.

the wedding gift

Here are two wedding photos taken with a 250mm lens. And I did not bring any other lens, coz I am… ahm… lazy.

the church or a part thereof. i cant shoot in whole coz im carrying a long lens

dad giving away his daughter