We were rolling eyes alternately.
I think I died when he said, "This is ok. I like it."
Then he had to bug me that we needed to hurry home
for he's to watch his fave anime.
"It's the last episode!"
How many times have I heard that?
You can't rush shopping. You just don't.
Friday, September 24, 2010
waxing poetry
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.
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.
lesson in patience
I am not a patient person. Motherhood taught me just about an ounce and I still struggle with the virtue. I can be patient the first time, but on the second and third, my fuse bursts.
For me, stupidity is not an option much less a pathetic excuse. Everyday life is no rocket science, doesn't need a brilliant mind. All you have to do is read instructions and be considerate of somebody's own space and time.
But I guess God has His smart way of outsmarting me. Or to phrase it positively, open my eyes.
Just yesterday, a virtual stranger and nobody told me: "Kapag ganon, huwag ka nang magalit,
turuan mo na lang."
*dumbfounded me* Okay.
Who does he think he is? What does he know?
I couldn't shoot back. He's a decidedly kind person and for the life of me I was catatonic-speechless.
That's rare. Hit a nerve. Unbelievable. Me and my heart of stone.
This morning, I had a test of patience with my daughter. I was calling her and she suddenly
opted to be deaf. Grrrrr.
I failed the test but had this realization. Will strive to do better in my patience barometer.
So help me God.
For me, stupidity is not an option much less a pathetic excuse. Everyday life is no rocket science, doesn't need a brilliant mind. All you have to do is read instructions and be considerate of somebody's own space and time.
But I guess God has His smart way of outsmarting me. Or to phrase it positively, open my eyes.
Just yesterday, a virtual stranger and nobody told me: "Kapag ganon, huwag ka nang magalit,
turuan mo na lang."
*dumbfounded me* Okay.
Who does he think he is? What does he know?
I couldn't shoot back. He's a decidedly kind person and for the life of me I was catatonic-speechless.
That's rare. Hit a nerve. Unbelievable. Me and my heart of stone.
This morning, I had a test of patience with my daughter. I was calling her and she suddenly
opted to be deaf. Grrrrr.
I failed the test but had this realization. Will strive to do better in my patience barometer.
So help me God.
Monday, August 16, 2010
what a decade meant
a bar in quezon city.
ten years of kannae-y.
baby steps no more.
wall drawings are gone.
sweet smelling breath a memory.
tea parties getting to be a rarity.
no more barbies and bratz.
disney princesses are a thing of the past.
we now visit comic alley.
toy kingdom is history.
her brother's influence, that is.
but some things remain unchanging.
in a decade that's not stopping.
she still likes popcorns.
and zac efron.
and that old pillow.
and swirly ribbons.
bubbles always bring cheer.
days are like christmas morning.
with her sparkle and gaiety,
her letters to me are worth keeping.
in her secret diary,
she has no idea she is funny.
fix her hair,
kiss away her awwchie,
help solve her little problems,
explain life and its riddles,
and prod her to gobble her greens.
I wish she will not grow up too fast.
boys to not occupy her sweet, untainted heart.
Monday, August 2, 2010
conversations with bas
I feel that this would be a series, peppered almost everyday as I am with funny, thought-provoking one liners from my son who was born a motor mouth. daughter is another story.
last saturday, as bas labored on his project using the image movie maker (they were taught this in grade v and me an adult can hardly make the program's head and tail, I tried once):
B : I am tired, how is that possible?
Mom : bas, you're a mere mortal.
B : what, I'm a demi-god (start of our usual good-natured banter).
Mom : no, you're not. you're a mortal, lowest of the mortals (exaggerating. gotta pull him back to earth, you see).
B: a demi-god.
Mom: mortal, bottom of the pyramid.
B: ok, how can the pyramid stand without the bottom?
I hate you, son. :)
we were laughing to death afterwards.
but it got me thinking.
more than its scientific truth, its meaning resonates more loudly in social terms.
it's no laughing matter at all.
hopefully, with bsa's daang matuwid and our collective participation,
the pyramid equalizes somehow.
last saturday, as bas labored on his project using the image movie maker (they were taught this in grade v and me an adult can hardly make the program's head and tail, I tried once):
B : I am tired, how is that possible?
Mom : bas, you're a mere mortal.
B : what, I'm a demi-god (start of our usual good-natured banter).
Mom : no, you're not. you're a mortal, lowest of the mortals (exaggerating. gotta pull him back to earth, you see).
B: a demi-god.
Mom: mortal, bottom of the pyramid.
B: ok, how can the pyramid stand without the bottom?
I hate you, son. :)
we were laughing to death afterwards.
but it got me thinking.
more than its scientific truth, its meaning resonates more loudly in social terms.
it's no laughing matter at all.
hopefully, with bsa's daang matuwid and our collective participation,
the pyramid equalizes somehow.
the link
a friend emailed me a link to her blog today.
we've often talked about blogging but neither one has taken it seriously.
until she did late last year. and me, well, just today haha!
the entry was an account of her daily travails with her househelp which lead to the last straw this morning. she can be kind and forgiving, my friend. she has her reasons.
there is no need for us to be updating each other through blog actually.
as it is, we've been texting and calling each other almost everyday for, wait, five years.
wow five. from mundane, random happenings to office-related issues,
to ones' heartaches, daily budgeting and same concern for a "wayward" friend.
there definitely were lots of laughter along the way.
but largely, it is motherhood that bonded us.
now since she emailed me the url to her blog, I scrambled to remember my account and password.
suddenly I found myself wanting to breathe some oxygen into this baby. we'll be exchanging
links! what big step!
a big step totally since I am sagittarian and is an extremely private person by nature. I've long debated creating a blog for which purpose - to monetize (which meant opening myself up to the big online world with its own consequence and rules) or strictly as a private journal (a venue to destress, depressurize, express thoughts).
for one who works in an environment where the latest in communications technology spells the bottom line, I do recognize the explosion of social media in the last two years and what a force to reckon with it has become.
as time wears on, I might just find my inhibitions dissolving. my space, my blog, as they say.
I may have to edit and obssessively check myself along the way, pray that I don't publish with emotions full. I know I can dictate the tempo and create my own rules as I deem appropriate.
Must.not.forget.to have fun. Write my love letters to my two charming cubs.
I welcome me under the mink sky.
we've often talked about blogging but neither one has taken it seriously.
until she did late last year. and me, well, just today haha!
the entry was an account of her daily travails with her househelp which lead to the last straw this morning. she can be kind and forgiving, my friend. she has her reasons.
there is no need for us to be updating each other through blog actually.
as it is, we've been texting and calling each other almost everyday for, wait, five years.
wow five. from mundane, random happenings to office-related issues,
to ones' heartaches, daily budgeting and same concern for a "wayward" friend.
there definitely were lots of laughter along the way.
but largely, it is motherhood that bonded us.
now since she emailed me the url to her blog, I scrambled to remember my account and password.
suddenly I found myself wanting to breathe some oxygen into this baby. we'll be exchanging
links! what big step!
a big step totally since I am sagittarian and is an extremely private person by nature. I've long debated creating a blog for which purpose - to monetize (which meant opening myself up to the big online world with its own consequence and rules) or strictly as a private journal (a venue to destress, depressurize, express thoughts).
for one who works in an environment where the latest in communications technology spells the bottom line, I do recognize the explosion of social media in the last two years and what a force to reckon with it has become.
as time wears on, I might just find my inhibitions dissolving. my space, my blog, as they say.
I may have to edit and obssessively check myself along the way, pray that I don't publish with emotions full. I know I can dictate the tempo and create my own rules as I deem appropriate.
Must.not.forget.to have fun. Write my love letters to my two charming cubs.
I welcome me under the mink sky.
perhaps I should
take this online journal seriously.
a lot of drafts are on my notebook - aged, trusty, old-fashioned way of diary writing.
been rusty, not really that prolific a writer.
the only time I could remember writing dedicatedly everyday was back in college.
when I was assistant editor in chief in highschool, I hated it. hated that it was a task.
and when I got married I just lost it. uninspired as I was probably of the doomed relationship.
my regret, definitely, was failing to chronicle my little ones' growing up years and smilestones
the way most modern moms do it now with blogging and photography.
but everything is etched in my heart, emblazoned on my mind.
a mom simply does not forget. the first smile, the first step, first tooth and word and a gazillion tugging moments after.
lately, I have been writing a lot. pure office stuff. maybe it's god's way of reminding me of his gift. I struggled to accept it, squirmed when people
noticed it.
now I am affirming it. I can write. :)
a lot of drafts are on my notebook - aged, trusty, old-fashioned way of diary writing.
been rusty, not really that prolific a writer.
the only time I could remember writing dedicatedly everyday was back in college.
when I was assistant editor in chief in highschool, I hated it. hated that it was a task.
and when I got married I just lost it. uninspired as I was probably of the doomed relationship.
my regret, definitely, was failing to chronicle my little ones' growing up years and smilestones
the way most modern moms do it now with blogging and photography.
but everything is etched in my heart, emblazoned on my mind.
a mom simply does not forget. the first smile, the first step, first tooth and word and a gazillion tugging moments after.
lately, I have been writing a lot. pure office stuff. maybe it's god's way of reminding me of his gift. I struggled to accept it, squirmed when people
noticed it.
now I am affirming it. I can write. :)
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