Archive for December, 2011
We’re big on traditions especially the things we follow to make life more colorful. Some are handed down from generation to generation and we follow them year after year. Just like preparing for Noche Buena for Christmas, meeting the new year won’t be the same without food. Food is one thing that binds families together, either sharing a simple meal or elaborate dishes/recipes that need hours laboring in front of a hot stove to complete Media Noche. Media Noche simply means midnight in Spanish but it has certainly acquired a different meaning on how we celebrate it.
Attending an evening mass prior to New Year’s Eve is a must for Catholic Filipinos and arranging food on the table before the strike of 12 midnight is another tradition that we observe. We partake of the food after shouting and jumping with joy greeting the new year. Never mind the noise outside, we don’t buy firecrackers anyway (don’t want to waste money on toxic materials that could even trigger accidents if you’re not careful), having the stereo in full volume or watching the countdown on TV is enough. One such traditional thing that I learned from Mom is to complete an array of thirteen round fruits on the table. Some say, twelve is enough to represent prosperity for the next twelve months but we always make it thirteen. And last year, I also lit prosperity candles.
We went marketing this morning, a little early at 5am but when we reached Cainta market, we had a hard time finding a parking space since the slots normally allotted for cars were occupied by lots of stalls and vendors, you guess it, selling round fruits of different kinds. If you have enough money, you could buy almost anything. Wow, and the price - it’s more than double the amount you have to pay on regular days. One Kiwi fruit was selling at P25, a medium-sized watermelon cost almost P100. You have to spend almost a thousand pesos just to complete the thirteen required fruits, if you are on a budget, you can buy one each but how can you do that with the seasonal grapes or longan when they are selling them by the kilo?
Not to be left behind are the sticky sweets you have to order or prepare since having them around on New Year’s Eve assures the family of sticking together through thick and thin. It’s tradition! Bibingka, a glutinous rice cake topped with sweetened coconut cream (latik) is also a must on the table. Here in our place, it’s so easy to buy any kind of native “kakanins” (sweets) as long as you wake up early so you won’t line up for hours. Cainta is known as the Bibingka Capital of the Philippines. One such known establishment where people from all places in Metro Manila troop to is Aling Kika’s. There you will find all sorts of sweets. Aside from bibingka, they also sell coco jam, leche flan, cassava cake, maja blanca, maja mais, sapin-sapin, you name it, they all have them there. So if ever you happen to pass by Cainta, Rizal, drop by Aling Kika’s.
I digress. Aside from the kakanins, most noticeable on the table are pancit bihon or pancit canton, fruit salad or buko salad, cake (obviously my favorite is ube), lumpiang shanghai, embutido, and siomai. I made a kilo of siomai this morning and prepared lumpiang shanghai, ready for frying.
I am planning to make Buko Pandan for a change, instead of the usual fruit salad which we always have every year. I also bought marble potatoes which I am planning to bake to go with the lumpiang shanghai and siomai. Hubby brought home a native chicken from the province and we are thinking of having tinola with green papaya and dahong sili.
I don’t exactly know how this came about but one more thing that I learned from mom is to scatter coins from the door going inside the house at exactly 12am of New Year’s day. I do place coins on every window ledge and open my wallet and coin purse on top of the bed to attract good luck and prosperity. It’s another tradition that I do, after all there is really no harm done by following it, right? It’s just part of the celebration of the New Year. And we do hang grapes near the door. The funny thing is, we often neglect to remove it until after a week and it becomes like raisins :)
Time and again the Department of Health shows pictures of people, mostly children and teenagers who are victims of firecracker accidents and yet, when New year comes, everywhere is a cloud of thick smoke and believe me, there are victims who lose their fingers and limbs because of it. It’s so scary because some of those firecrackers they sell are deadly. They never learn because they say, it’s tradition. But it’s the one thing that I tell hubby and my kids not to do, buying those things which have toxic chemical contents and harmful to one’s health.
And since nobody drinks in the house, except occasional beer and red and white wine, we only use shut glasses to toast the new year. Here’s to a HAPPY, HAPPY 2012. Happy New year to all.
And here I thought Michael Crichton was the best when it comes to science-based thrillers. And Robin Cook comes next for those heart-stopping medical thrillers. I heard of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child from some friends at Shelfari where I have my virtual library but it didn’t make me curious to find any of their books until I found a copy of The Cabinet of Curiosities in one of my forays at Booksale. I was hooked. I have just finished reading it an hour ago, after starting the first chapter last night till my eyes hurt and I felt so sleepy. It’s a page-turner and I can’t put it down. Reading about 19th century New York was a sure come-on.
In the 19th century, New Yorkers flocked to collections of strange and grotesque oddities called “cabinets of curiosities.” Now, in lower Manhattan, a modern apartment tower is slated to rise on the site of one of the old cabinets. Yet when the excavators break into a basement, they uncover a charnel pit of horror: the remains of thirty-six people murdered and gruesomely dismembered over 130 years ago by an unknown serial killer.
In the aftermath, FBI Special Agent Pendergast and museum archaeologist Nora Kelly embark on an investigation that unearths the faint whisper of a mysterious doctor who once roamed the city, carrying out medical experiments on living human beings. But just as Nora and Pendergast begin to unravel the clues to the century-old killings, a fresh spree of murder and surgical mutilation erupts around them. . . and New York City is awash in terror.
Don’t ask me why I love reading science fiction and medical thrillers. I learned a lot from Robin Cook , a doctor in real life who writes about medical malpractices encountered by some patients while under treatment. I didn’t eat hamburger for about a year I guess when I read his book Toxin, fascinated with how Ebola virus came through in his book Outbreak which was also made into a film. I understood more about cancer marker testing in his more recent book entitled Marker. I was so amazed with his books that I started collecting all of his published works three years ago,
some of them, most of them I lost during typhoon Ondoy. I have about ten books left which I plan to re-read one of these days.
Michael Crichton was one of the best of course. I read Andromeda Strain when I was in college followed by The Terminal Man. And who could forget Sphere, Congo and the movie he directed Coma which was based on the novel by Robin Cook?
Charles W. Eliot couldn’t have said it better and I quote: “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” How true!
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This year may not be as hectic as the previous year for me but there were big events that made it a good year – our year. There were no road trips to speak of either. January started with a bang, with the quadricentennial celebration of my alma mater, University of Santo Tomas, visiting Lovell at the seminary and seeing old friends, colleagues from the UST Main Library where I used to work during my college days.
Sometimes, a trip to UST would not be complete without dropping by Sto. Domingo Convent to have a little sharing with Lovell. It’s something to look forward to when his schedule permits.
Sr. Thea, FMM is a Franciscan nun based in Mindoro and Grace is now a permanent resident in Canada. We make it a point to see each other every year if time permits. Growing up with them, sharing heartaches during our college days made us soul sisters.
At Sweet Inspiration, our favorite hangout every time we see each other. Except for Grace (in yellow striped t-shirt), the three of us, Sr. Thea, Precy and I are cancer survivors. Precy says, even in friendship, we battled the same ailment.
January 29 found me attending another high school reunion (our fourth one, actually). This time though, it was just a casual affair at the house of one of our batchmates in Quezon City.
Two of our classmates came home last February so we had another get-together at Shakey’s Espana then paid a visit to UST for some photo-op. It was fun reminiscing the good old days. It brings back memories.
Every time I visit this place, I could not leave it without taking a shot or two of the UST Main Bldg. This was where some of the programs were held the previous month, hence the stage in front of it.
At Shakey’s Espana, having fun with lots of pizza, pasta and fried chicken. I had this crazy idea of taking shots of our arms wearing the bracelets which one of our classmates made for us and it came out good.
April was a busy month. For several years now, we’ve visited several churches at our annual Visita Iglesia, this time though we confined ourselves to seven churches in San Juan city and Quezon City. We also met Fr. Louie Coronel, OP , my co-admin at Apostles Filipino Catholic Community and he toured us at Bahay Dominiko at Sto. Domingo Convent in Quezon City. Earlier on, we also discovered a bird’s nest in our garden, for a while there we thought we could watch the hatchlings grow into little yellow-vented Bulbul but they died after a few days. I also met an online friend from Cebu. It was another lovely meeting with her grand kids in tow.
Hubby, Nissa and I visited Pan de Amerikana last July since Nissa was eyeing it for their pre-nuptial shoot. It was a trip down memory lane with all those old-old frames and paraphernalia that adorns the place. Nissa was so happy to receive their Papal Blessing from Rome. And for the first time, Fr. Louie and I were able to plan our first AFCC gathering at Bahay Dominiko in Sto. Domingo Church. Meeting some of the members of our Catholic community was such a joy and a blessing. It was definitely a day worth-remembering. And we couldn’t get enough so we planned another one last August 27 at the same place. There were new members from as far as Nueva Vizcaya and Pangasinan who attended.
I can’t forget my birthday last October since Nissa’s gift, The Best Of Me, a book by Nicholas Sparks paved the way for me to meet Nicholas in person at the momentous book signing at The Podium. That was the first time I ever attended a book signing and just like the rest of the crowd, I shouted and laughed with them. Got a big smile on my face when I saw him face to face. The highlight of the year of course was my daughter’s wedding last November 13 at the Paco Park Chapel followed by a lovely reception at Ibarra’s Garden in Malate, Manila. We called it Purple Day. Except for the two solo pictures of Nissa that I included here, these are not the official photos of the wedding, they were just culled from friends’ tags at Facebook. They still have to choose the photos which will be included in their wedding album.
The year was capped by Lovell’s Diaconate Ordination last November 30 at Sto. Domingo Church. Looking back, it was definitely a year full of blessings – meeting friends, sharing with the family, having another son in the family, having my adopted son ordained as a deacon, what more can one ask?
Thank You Lord!
Tonight is the last night of Simbang Gabi, make that tomorrow morning for Misa de Gallo. I wasn’t able to complete the 9-day novena masses since I could not leave Mom alone at night. Hubby just arrived home the other day and we’re supposed to attend the last night of Simbang Gabi but Nissa and Obet decided to have dinner with us and it’s now quite late to go to Church. Whew!
I ought to be thinking of what to cook for Noche Buena but son suggested to keep it simple since we would prepare his favorite recipes on Christmas day. It’s Nissa and Obet’s first Christmas as a married couple so we are all quite excited what they’ll come up with and that means, what special recipe they will prepare since they’re spending Christmas dinner with us. Mom is here so we are complete. It’s the first time in years that she agreed to spend a long vacation with us, hooray! Anyway, I spent early morning listening to Christmas carols while updating our Catholic site and posting my Christmas message. It’s kind of nostalgic (again) to listen to the old, old Christmas songs and the wonderful voices of Johnny Mathis and the Gunter Kallmann Choir.
I found these reminders from a friend at Facebook, they’re called The Christmas Ten Commandments and they’re too good not to share with you:
- Thou shalt give thy heart to Christ. Let Him be at the top of thy Christmas list.
- Thou shalt prepare thy soul for Christmas. Spend not so much on gifts that thy soul is forgotten.
- Thou shalt not let Santa Claus replace Christ, thus robbing the day of its spiritual reality.
- Thou shalt not burden the shop girl, the mailman and the merchant with complaints and demands.
- Thou shalt give thyself with thy gift. This will increase its value a hundred fold and he who receiveth shall treasure it forever.
- Thou shalt not value gifts received by their cost. Even the least expensive may signify love, and that is more priceless than silver and gold.
- Thou shalt not neglect the needy. Share thy blessings with many who will go hungry and cold unless thou are generous.
- Thou shalt not neglect thy church. Its services highlight the true meaning of the season.
- Thou shalt be as a little child. Not until thou has become in spirit as a little one art thou ready to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
- Thou shalt not forget to share your joy, peace and faith with those around you.
May I just thank all of you for taking time to read my thoughts? May I just say a simple “thank you” to those who regularly click like and those who make comments on my posts? You have enriched my life and inspired me to blog everyday. Thank you too WordPress for encouraging us to take the challenge. You will never really know how far you could go unless you try. Thank you for new-found friends here at WordPress, I appreciate your presence.
MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS! May it be a blessed one for all of us.
You wouldn’t really miss something until it is out of your sight or you need it most. Sometimes, we take things for granted because they have always been there. Have you ever thought of not having that everyday necessity called tsinelas? Call them flip-flops, thongs or Japanese sandals, those open-toed flat footwear held by a Y-shaped strap held between the first big and second toes on either side of your feet. For the moneyed few, call them Havaianas but for ordinary people like me, just call them tsinelas.
I was watching the news report late this afternoon and one of the big bosses of the ABS CBN network was telling the anchor that there are several flood victims of Sendong who are badly in need of slippers and blankets. You may laugh at this, why of all things, tsinelas is one necessity that one really ought to have. Can you imagine yourself walking barefoot all the time without any protective covering on your feet?
So again, this ties up with my memories of typhoon Ondoy two years ago. Flood waters reached our place while we were about to have lunch and we didn’t really expect that it would rise immediately prompting us to save what we can, important papers, small appliances, books and anything that we could grab. Nobody thought of emptying our cabinets of clean clothes just so we could save them. All I had saved on Nissa’s big beach bag when I left the house were house keys, two pairs of change of clothes for each of us, underclothes, my small transistor radio, cellphones, my chemotherapy drug and my camera. We decided to leave the house when the flood waters reached my chest and transfer to a friend’s house across the street. The water was up to my neck when my son and I crossed the street and I didn’t even know I was not wearing any slippers when I left our house. I just realized it when I reached the other side and the small stones lodged at the gutter hurt my feet and I could not go back to grab a pair. I was cold and wet and felt that my feet were being pricked by a hundred needles. The first thing that I requested from a friend who volunteered to buy us supplies two days after the flood was a pair of slippers and until now, I haven’t used it yet, kept along with unopened underclothes, extra jackets and our important documents in a sealed plastic box. It’s not easy to cope during a calamity and we were lucky that my family and I were together when we experienced it. I could imagine the plight of the people in Iligan and Cagayan de Oro. A simple pair of tsinelas would really go a long way.
And prayers, always prayers! They need our moral support too more than ever.