I am always reminded of the song of the Bee Gees every time first of May comes. May (aside from October which is my favorite month) is the best month in the calendar to commune with nature. It’s the month of flowers, the month of Mama Mary and the month anticipating a cooler weather because of the afternoon showers. Today is an official holiday too for us here because we are celebrating Labor Day. It’s our village fiesta. Happy Feast Day St. Joseph The Worker.
We initially planned of going out for lunch and watch a movie later but the heat outside is really shimmering off the ground, no clouds to mar the azure blue skies. It is better to stay indoors and enjoy the comfort of drinking cold glasses of water all day long. This is one of those days predicted by PAGASA which might reach a high 40 °C and that’s roughly about 104 °F. How hotter can it get? And I don’t want to labour in front of the stove in this heat so we ordered a big variety box from Pizza Hut with extra hot patatas. Their big variety box has one regular Supreme Pan Pizza, two single Spaghetti Bolognese, four orders of flavored rice, four pieces fried chicken and a loaf of garlic bread. Just perfect for a pitcher of iced tea. I told Josef and Jovy, I cook better Bolognese than they do…hahaha! They are planning to treat me to dinner on Mother’s Day but the restaurant they are talking about needs at least more than a week to reserve for you to get in. They don’t accept walk-in diners. I am intrigued. Jovy tells me that it is an old house with a lush garden and was converted into a fine dining place and owned by the famous chef Laudico Guevarra. I actually googled “Guevarra’s” a few minutes ago, such mouth-watering choices of food.
I’ve grown taller than the average five-foot Christmas trees but I haven’t forgotten the happy feeling of celebrating a season full of joy and glad tidings. It’s first day of May, may it be a happy month for you.
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Finally after two follow-ups, our internet connection is back. It went kaput on me early yesterday morning while I was updating our Catholic page at Facebook, had it back just a few minutes ago.
During our first follow-up, the agent who answered the call said that if they can’t fix it in twenty-four hours, they would send someone to check our line. This morning, I asked my son to call up again and the one he talked to said, they are having a system upgrade. Whatever that means, our internet connection wasn’t back yet so he asked to talk to their supervisor but was not able to. We have this forced migration from SmartBro to PLDT Homebro only last April 15 so I thought it was the same complaint that some of my friends are going through – no dial tone in their landline phones, slow internet connection or no internet connection at all.
A few minutes ago, somebody from PLDT called us up and asked if our internet connection is now working. It is (as I type this). He explained that it is not only our area that was affected, it was a nationwide thing.
I realized that a day without internet sucks…big time. Then I thought, have we become this dependent on social media that the day is not complete without it? I was able to finish another book though and started one more. We were able to garden and spent a lot of time with our three pets.
Oh but it’s good to be back…..blogging again!
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I think Mom just gets bored playing solitaire so I opened the television early for her to watch but then she insists that I should switch it on at 5pm because that is when she starts watching her favorite programs. I am not really into it but I take a glimpse of each program she watches every day until she falls asleep.
Earlier on I was cooking dinner and she was watching. Not for lack on what to do, I imitated a television ad by doing a few odd steps while watching the girls dance. She could not hide her mirth and I knew she was smiling while covering her face with her two hands. I smiled at her and embraced her on my way to check the pork afritada I was cooking for dinner. She said in our native dialect, “Oh, I seldom see you dance”. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.
What a nice feeling, going back to just being a daughter sometimes. She’s happy, I am too :)
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Posted in food, friendship, guilty pleasures, Happiness, Laing, life, tagged a bit of myself, friends, friendship, guilty pleasures, journeys, life on March 13, 2015 |
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Some friends are coming over tomorrow, friends I’ve met at my online Apostolate when I was just starting as an admin there. Time flies, it is almost five years now since I met them. They are definitely younger than I am, some call me Mommy, a lot of them call me tita (an adopted auntie) and I consider them my extended family. They help me grow and in the process, I am learning a lot too. There is no dull moment when they are around because we could talk about anything under the sun, we could share some serious stuff about their lives and their families. Sometimes, I wonder how we have bonded this close considering we don’t see each other often, they are just a text away though. Two of them are celebrating their birthdays this month so we decided to hold an informal gathering here at home. They told me not to stress myself preparing the food as they will just bring it over so I will just probably bake marble potatoes and boil a kilo of fresh peanuts which I bought from the market this morning. I already prepared a laing dish, a personal favorite. Laing are dried and shredded taro leaves cooked in coconut cream, diced pork or shrimp and chili. It need not always be spicy, but the chili goes well with the coconut cream and that is applicable for some dishes that use the latter.
We chanced upon this fresh alupihang dagat in the wet market today and my son told me that he hasn’t tasted it for more than a decade so we bought a kilo. I have to make research on what it is called in English, it’s mantis shrimps. The only downside is, it is hard to get the meat because of its pointed shell but I think it taste better than shrimps. It was a yummy lunch paired with sautéed ampalaya with eggs.
Bear with me, I am just excited meeting old friends again. Never mind the gargantuan task of preparing and washing drinking glasses, plates, utensils for us to use tomorrow because I a not a fan of disposable plates and such.
When friends meet, hearts warm. I just love this Scottish proverb. It always holds true.
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When life seems a little hard to bear
Surrender to the quiet
And listen to the hush of the wind.
You’ll find peace.
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Posted in family, family life, I love Sundays, journeys, tagged a bit of myself, family, family life, journeys, life, parenting on January 11, 2015 |
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I miss my darling Nate. A few minutes ago, he shouted, “I love you Nonna, bye” in such a clear voice that all I was able to say was, “I love you too baby, take care”. Such is our exchange over the phone that I wanted to call him back to hear his voice again.
While we were at church today, there were lots of kids around Nate’s age and I was so surprised how behaved they were when the mass started. There was this mother and a new-born daughter right in front of us (a family of one of the lectors/commentators) and I can’t help but remember those days when Nate was just a baby and I wrote about every development in his young life accompanied by lots of pictures on my phone and on my camera. Josef even bought a video cam when Nate was born. This tiny tot will hold our hearts forever.
Moments like this always makes me nostalgic, remembering those times when the kids were growing up. I still keep their notes, letters and drawings in a shoe box that I lined with recycled Christmas wrappers and lovingly arranged together with their school recognition awards /certificates and medals. They were both achievers and they made me proud. Josef was an honors student until high school while Nissa maintained it until she graduated from college. I remember that time one of her professors called me up at home (I was retired by then) and excitedly shared the news that the deliberation for graduating honors students was over and Nissa garnered the highest Latin honors in her batch and graduated Magna Cum Laude. For a parent, it was a dream come true, an ultimate reward for all the sacrifices and the sleepless nights worrying about the days they came home late from school. The three of us all graduated from UST, three alumni who embraced a Catholic education. I couldn’t be prouder than most moms out there, I was the proudest mom when we came up the stage to award her with a silver medal embossed with the seal of the university and her name engraved at the back. Even her transcript of records were written, “Graduated Magna Cum Laude”. I remember Mom and Dad’s smiles when we came home and Nissa lovingly placed her medal on Dad’s neck and said to them both that it was for them too. Mom cried and dad was teary-eyed. When she graduated from her management training at the bank where I used to work, it was my turn to cry with such joy and happiness.
The joys of parenting. The pride you feel when your kids grow up as responsible adults. I am praying that someday, Nate would be as smart her mom.
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Funny how music can turn you into being happy and contented or it may ruin your day because it makes you remember an event in your past tied up to the music. Most of the time though, it brings that funny smile on your face and you sing along and you wish you could go back to the times when life was simple and uncomplicated.
How often do we here these two words that somehow seem so easy to say but hard to do? Music teaches us how…sometimes. How often do we associate some particular lyrics of a song to the long-ago days that we are so fond of reminiscing? Oh, the world of growing older – always, always remembering. My youngest brother and I love to talk of the days when we were young kids in the province. The four of us (my three brothers and I) are all in our fifties now. We don’t always say how time flies because it always does. The years in-between mattered though, the years when we could be together with just a phone call. It’s quite hard now to be together with miles of distance around us. Just a few days ago, my youngest brother and I talked about what life was like in our old house in the province, how Mom’s eyes would light up when she and dad would dance together to the tune of some waltz music that until now would make me remember those days every time I hear it. Such a pity I have two left feet so I never learned.
They’re playing 70’s and a smattering of 60’s music now, some soulful tunes like Two For The Road and Vincent. There is a story behind that song, I told my son while he was busy playing some games on his cellphone. Then we both talk of the Beatles, the times when he was in grade school and we would watch a test run by a local TV station by showing movies and concerts of the Beatles. I think it’s the only old group that he could clearly associate with.
Music is the language of the soul.
Where words fail, music speaks – Hans Christian Andersen
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