Friday update

Dear Mama

    It's Friday night and we already had our dinner. Ralph is taking a nap before he prepares for his work later. Edgar is still not home, Mama. He went out with his officemates for the despedida of one of their colleagues. He'll be probably be home late tonight, Mama.

    And since it's Friday night, there are singers tonight at the grill bar beside us, Mama. They usually have singers/performers every Friday and Saturday. Good thing, unlike the previous management, the owners of the new bar now are more considerate. They are not as loud as the previous bar that was here. The only thing I worry now are their customers that park their cars in front of our house, Mama. Just like right now, a van just parked in front of us, but there's nothing I can do because it's public property, Mama.

    I wasn't picked for the buskers for this weekend, Mama. Of course, I'm not expecting that I will just be picked because I applied. I don't have any credentials nor portfolio for the industry, Mama. I am not really a performer. Unlike the ones they are picking which are really buskers and have been performing in bars, cafes, and restaurants for some time, Mama.

    That will be all for now, Mama. I'll be thinking what I'll do now - if I will practice more songs, or write a new one. I'll probably just rest for now. 

    Until my next letter. I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                Daddy

I signed up for a busking slot

Dear Mama,

    I just did something stupid. I signed up for a busking slot yesterday, Mama. The venue will be the Plaza Angeles at the Museo Ning Angeles. I'm not expecting I will be chosen, or I will be given a slot immediately, Mama. But I am already getting nervous.

    A friend sent me the link to the Google Drive yesterday, Mama. He said I should fill it up so I could be included in the line up. He is also a singer-songwriter from Angeles City, Mama. But unlike me, he is good and has been performing in some bars already.

    I hesitated for a while, but I signed up anyway. Now I want to bang my head on the wall, Mama. It's a crowded place, Mama. An open space with a lot of crowd. That's how busking is - an open space. I don't know if I want to be called or not. 

    I wish I could be as good as you were in singing, Mama.

    Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Please pray for me, Mama.

    I miss you.

    I love you.

                                                                                                             Daddy

Worried about Ralph

Dear Mama,

    It's 8:20 p.m. as I start this letter on a Tuesday evening. We already had our dinner, Mama. Ralph is resting and will be preparing for work in a while. I'm worried about him, Mama. He seems to be sick. He's wearing a sweater when it's so hot right now. He must have fever that's why he's feeling cold, Mama. He must have gotten tired last Saturday when he went to Manila straight from his work to meet his friends and former officemates. I asked him if he'll be able to work tonight and he said yes and he will work. I hope he'll be fine, Mama.

    Edgar isn't actually well, too Mama. He has a headache. It must be due to the intense heat today. It's already evening and it's still hot, Mama. I advised him to take medicines. His arms is healing, Mama. Although I always remind him that it is not yet well. Because he might forget, get carried away, and carry heavy objects, Mama.

    I guess that will be all for now, Mama. Angel and I are fine. Although Angel wasn't feeling well when she woke up this afternoon, but she's better now.

    I wish you're here with us now, Mama. I miss you.

    I love you, Mama.

                                                                                            Daddy

Just hi

Dear Mama,

    I want to write a letter, but I don't know what to say. I mean, what to say that won't burden you. You should be resting already and I should not be bothering you.

    It's Saturday evening, almost midnight. Edgar is not yet home, Mama. He is out with his officemates. He attended a birthday party and his last message was they went out for coffee. He'll probably be home in a while, Mama.

    I'm waiting for the arrangement of my latest song that I will release for my birthday, Mama. I'm spending money again for my whims. I'm sorry, Mama. This will be the last one. After this, I will stop spending on my songs.

    That's all I can say for now, Mama. I really just wanted to say hi. I miss you, Mama. I wish I can hug you right now.

    I love you.

                                                                                                     Daddy

Anxiety attack... again

Dear Mama,

    I'm having anxiety attack again. I don't like this, Mama. When I feel like this, it seems like something will go wrong. Or worse, everything will go wrong.

    I'm so tired of feeling this, Mama. I want this to stop. Help me.

                                                                                                        Daddy

Happy Easter, Mama!

Dear Mama,

    Happy Easter!

    It's Easter Sunday, Mama and it's also the last day of the very long weekend. We did not go out during the long break, Mama. We just stayed home. I slept and was doom scrolling most of time, save for a few laundry and other house chores, I don't think it was productive break on my part, Mama. I was not even able to clean the clutters I planned on cleaning. 

    If it was any consolation, I was able to release my second song on Spotify, Mama. Which of course meant I spent money again on my crazy dream. I don't even know if it's worth it, Mama. I'm happy that I was able to release my song, but I also feel guilty for wasting money. It felt like I was so selfish, Mama. And to add to that, I don't even get streamed much, Mama. Just like my books on Amazon, nobody notices my creations. What do I expect? I am not famous.

    Anyway, that's all for now, Mama. I don't know if we'll go out later. I'm not sure, Mama. But it's too hot right now. Summer is really here.

    Until my next letter, Mama. I miss you.

    I love you, Mama.

                                                                                                    Daddy

First day of the Holy Week break

Dear Mama

    It's Thursday, 8:30 a.m. here and it's the first day of our Holy Week break. For Edgar and I, at least because Ralph still have work until Friday. He just arrived from work, Angel is preparing our breakfast, or most probably, brunch, and Edgar is still sleeping in his room, Mama.

    I received the final mixed copy of my second song this morning. It might have been sent late last night, but I just saw it this morning. I will be uploading it today on my Distrokid account, Mama. Hopefully, it will be live on Spotify tomorrow. The title of the song is Table For One. An English song this time. The first one I uploaded, Ingat Ka, was Tagalog.

    We have no plans for the Holy Week break, Mama. Probably we'll just stay home. Primarily because Ralph don't have a break. It's regular working day for them for the whole week. I'm looking forward to some cleaning and decluttering. I also plan to learn more about music production. That is if the procrastinator within don't get the better of me again, Mama.

    That's all for now, Mama. I'm excited for the breakfast being prepared by Angel. Wish you're here and join us. I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                            Daddy

Angel's second day of cooking

 

Dear Mama,

    It's the second day, or night, that Angel cooked our dinner. She cooked fried pork liempo, Mama. I must say their quite good. They are crispy and well cooked. Better than what I usually come up with when I fry pork, Mama. 

    I had dinner late, though. I went out before 7 p.m. and came home around 8 p.m. Angel and Ralph are already finished taking their dinner when I arrived, and they just left some for me and Edgar, who also came home late. I went to the recording studio to record my second song for Spotify, Mama. I spent money again for my whim. I'm sorry.

    Ralph is now preparing to go to work, Mama. Edgar came home around 9 p.m. He had a meeting that is connected with his being a financial advisor.

    Tomorrow is our last day of work before we take our Holy Week break, Mama. We have no plans because Ralph have to work even on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday because he is handling an American client in his work.

    I that will be all for now, Mama. I miss you.

    I love you, Mama.

                                                                                                    Daddy