1. On what the inspiration was on his current artwork - a cello propped on a tree against a landscape (will post peg):
My choice of a musical instrument to draw was this cello. Imagine playing it overlooking
a mountain and lush greeneries, cool breeze. It just engulfs you, the music is engulfing.
He rambles on even when I'm only half-listening (my bad) during dinner, watching tv.
2. On the taco feast given to him as a birthday gift by his best bud's mom:
Tita Jette ur a really great cook, the ground beef was nicely cooked, its taste was heartier
than the others I tasted, the salsa was nicely mixed, I could taste everything from the onions
down to the tomato sauce, and once I assembled the taco, it gave a very unique flavor,
it had the perfect amount of sweetness and was rather one of the best I ever had.
Yes, he was indeed soo happy with it that there was no pause in his glowing praise.
He's a taco monster.
Will his friend's mom cook for him again? She'd love too!
I'll let you in on a secret. Migz's mom, Jette, approves of Bas as her son's friend right at the onset.
Remember, how mothers could be wary of what type of friends her children could be keeping.
My Bas, according to her, is polite and well-mannered, speaks well and personable.
Imagine my disbelief erm pride ha ha! *winky-wink*
You know, I sometime think that my son is hopeless in foresight and practical sensibilities.
And despite my endless yakking, he doesn't seem to get it. And that boys have different
brain zones altogether (may have scientific basis read somewhere).
3. And how can I forget this classic more than a year ago. We were set to venture out when
I asked him if it was raining or not. He looked out the window and said:
"The dark clouds are devouring the sky."
I swear a simple yes or no would have sufficed.
But Bas, waxing poetry on that ordinary afternoon made me want to cry.
Over-actingmuch. Ha ha!
My vocabulary was not this good when I was his age.
But I remember to being always the one to write on birthday and farewell cards given to teachers
on behalf of the class.
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