Portia Placino

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A good night, listening to The Smiths

Tonight, I wrote a long entry in my journal. My first since the Faculty Center Fire of April 1, when I lost most of my books and catalogs and objects … Continue reading

July 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

Day 20, Beyond Productivity

I signed up to Writing 101 with a vision that I would complete every assignment thrown my way. It worked out that way the first two weeks but life seem … Continue reading

May 6, 2015 · 7 Comments

Day 17, Fears and Dreams

I am afraid of losing my dreams, my ideals. Today, Mary Jane Veloso will die. Too many Filipinos don’t care. Somewhere along the line, we have forgotten the dreams of … Continue reading

April 28, 2015 · 6 Comments

Day 16, for Mary Jane

Tomorrow, Mary Grace Veloso will die by firing squad in Indonesia. She was poor and desperate. She wanted a better life for her children. She, like many women before her … Continue reading

April 27, 2015 · 25 Comments

Day 12, Hadron Super Collider Theorem

Sometimes, we just end up watching too much Big Bang Theory. Portia: When we go to Switzerland, can we go and see the Hadron Super Collider? Ian: Why not? Though … Continue reading

April 21, 2015 · Leave a comment

Day 11, Home

I wake up with the sun in my eyes. My window with pink lace curtains greet me good morning. I stretched, taking in my cotton candy pink room in. It’s … Continue reading

April 20, 2015 · 6 Comments

Day 10, Ice Cream

“I want ice cream,” I said, on a warm summer day. “I won’t stop you,” said Ian. I cream is happiness in a cup. It’s a simple as that. As … Continue reading

April 17, 2015 · 8 Comments

Day 9, Red sweater and a dream of spring

“There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. There’s a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of … Continue reading

April 16, 2015 · 8 Comments

Day 8, Observing a café and death to adverbs (not quite)

She stepped inside, uncertain. That café has caught her eye in the past week, but it was too rushed, too quick. Now, she’s alone, with no appointments to fulfil. There … Continue reading

April 15, 2015 · 6 Comments
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This shot was from earlier this month, when we just got back to the city. She's proving to be a resilient little one. I still can't believe we have a 21-month old kid. Time flew by so fast. We're re-training her to sleep on her own toddler bed. Our earlier attempt did not work, she wakes up whenever she hits the mattress. We ordered a mattress exactly like ours except that it would fit her crib-turned-toddler bed. It seems to be working, sometimes. She can now pluck, peel, and eat a banana by herself. We found out when we saw her eating a banana by herself. Lol. Scary and impressive at the same time. She really has an independent streak. Last Sunday, she chose her own shoes from the store and can put it on and take it off by herself confidently. She's such a wonder with a big personality. She changed our lives, definitely. Onwards, little one. The wheel keeps on turning. #toddlernarratives
Alone time became catch-up time! Acads, life, and beyond! What happens when the little one has school again, including a haircut! Yay! Its nice to be reminded of pre-Mommy me, once in a while.
Beginnings, endings, and more beginnings. For today...
Mornings with the little one. #toddlernarratives
Our wall is a little bit more colorful. Lol. This is part of what is left after we try to clean up the daughter's crayon work. I didn't really mind so much, but I scolded her a bit, gave her a wet wipe, and we cleaned it for a while. I just want to teach her that she can't just color on walls. Also, that she should clean up her own mess, even if I would help her. Too bad I wasn't able to take a snapshot, I was too busy lecturing her with 'clean this.' I also made her throw away the wet wipes after. Little toddler is growing up sooo fast. She asked for a chocolate cover cookie after the work. I don't know if she actually learned anything in this exercise. Does your toddler love coloring? How are your walls? Lol. #toddlernarratives
Living through apocalyptic present of the tropical Pacific ring of fire. We feel so helpless, we couldn't even buy a few of the hoarded N95 masks. We would try to help, even in a small way, once things settle down a little bit. They must need a few baby things, right? For now, we stay inside, grateful for a stocked pantry. Freshly brewed coffee, sourdough bread, butter, and honey are treasures in this tumultuous time. We diffuse lemon, eucalyptus, and lavender oils, as we brace ourselves in the chaos that is now and is to come.