3:00 A.M., 15 MINUTES, A LONG WEEKEND AND A 50 DAY COUNTDOWN
My mind has been awake for quite some time. I know, I was aware, although I had to let my body know it yet. My eyes were closed but I could sense the brightness in the room. Hmmm... Papa left the lights on again, I guess. That's a habit we both have. We read ourselves to sleep, and when it hits us, we'd be too sleepy to bother getting up to turn the lights off.
I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with Papa sleeping, facing me, his head cradled on the crook of one arm stretched up and out, the other arm thrown across over me. Looking at him sleep always makes me smile. He's smiling himself see, even as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful, not a line across his forehead, not a worry to haunt him. I like that. He could be the busiest man this side of town, but when he's home, he's really home. He knows it in his bones... that it's time to roll up his sleeves, put up his feet and give the day a rest. Home is where the heart is...
I ran the back of my hand over his cheeks, up to his temples, across his forehead. A bit sweaty, like always, at 15 degrees. He's always been that way. He's been to the east and to the west but he will still sweat at 15 degrees. Some things never change... and that makes me glad again.
I stole a kiss and carefully got his arm off me, got up to turn off the lights. I tried to go back to sleep, if only so I could wake up with him beside me... a second time... a second morning... today.
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Two friends I met through blogging are having, or are going to have their 15 minutes of glory very soon.
She is going to be included in a book, an anthology of poems or poetry.
I've been a fan ever since I first went to her site. She really is a very awesome poet and I knew it in my bones that this lady is going places. This turn of events couldn't make me happier and I know that it's only going to be the start of bigger, brighter things for her.
Too bad the book is going to be published in Europe. I so wanted to get a copy when we come home in December, walk up to her and have her sign it. Then when I come back to Singapore, I'd walk the streets and when someone comes along, I'd open the book to the page where she signed it and proudly tell the stranger, 'She's my friend, see?' Well, soon as I get the nerve... but you know what I mean. I'm that big a fan... heh.
Now she happens to be a director and I'm talking tv shows, showbusiness, the glitter and the glamor... although she'll probably be the most grounded showbiz-related person I'll ever meet in my lifetime, if I ever get to meet others still... heh.
What's amazing about her is that she's sooo young, fresh out of college, and she's captain of the ship! Must be genuine brilliance, what her bosses saw in her, sans experience, sans page after page of resume.
The show she's producing is called 'Ang Boyfriend Ko' and is going to be aired, come Nov. 20, 7:30 pm on Studio 23. It's a comedy, I believe, and knowing what I know about her, it's going to be hilarious. So go mark your calendars.
Sadly, again, I'm going to miss it, cause we don't have a Filipino channel here in Singapore. But then, I can still catch it when we get home. Simply can't wait.
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We're having a long weekend this time. A whole three days! Woohooo!!!
This will be the first time in three weeks that we'll be together for the weekend. Three weekends ago, Papa had to leave on a Saturday morning for his US trip and came back on a Monday morning the week after. On that same week, he had to leave Sunday morning for a trip to China and came back the following Sunday. That's three weekends lost right there.
But now I'm having my revenge. It's Deepavali (Festival of Lights) tomorrow and a non-working holiday. I'm going to have Papa all to myself for three whole days! Thank You God!!!
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By tomorrow, 24 October, we'll be 50 days away from flying back to our beautiful, beautiful, motherland... the Philippines. We're spending the whole holiday season there and here is what's on our agenda:
lots of get-together with family and friends
lots of foggy mornings and empty afternoons spent in our garden, watching the flowers,
sipping coffee or cold iced-tea
lots of play and hugging time with my dog, Datu
lots of sleep
some pampering from my super-alalay
hopefully an EB with her and him again
hopefully a first EB with her, her and her (who are also flying home for the holidays), her (who I was supposed to have met last June already but didn't get the chance), him (if he's going to be in the city), her (if she's not too busy, but if she is I'd understand... that's love), her (if she's not all booked up for a date), her and possibly with him (if he's still in town)... and a whole lot of others if they'd be able to give me the time of day... heh
lots of pigging up opportunities
lots of photo ops
lots of hugging, lots of fun, lots of hello's...
I'll deal with the goodbyes when it's time for it. Don't rain on my parade okay? Not just yet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the movie Seabiscuit:
You don't throw out a whole life just because it's banged up a little.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life is good.
God is great!
My mind has been awake for quite some time. I know, I was aware, although I had to let my body know it yet. My eyes were closed but I could sense the brightness in the room. Hmmm... Papa left the lights on again, I guess. That's a habit we both have. We read ourselves to sleep, and when it hits us, we'd be too sleepy to bother getting up to turn the lights off.
I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with Papa sleeping, facing me, his head cradled on the crook of one arm stretched up and out, the other arm thrown across over me. Looking at him sleep always makes me smile. He's smiling himself see, even as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful, not a line across his forehead, not a worry to haunt him. I like that. He could be the busiest man this side of town, but when he's home, he's really home. He knows it in his bones... that it's time to roll up his sleeves, put up his feet and give the day a rest. Home is where the heart is...
I ran the back of my hand over his cheeks, up to his temples, across his forehead. A bit sweaty, like always, at 15 degrees. He's always been that way. He's been to the east and to the west but he will still sweat at 15 degrees. Some things never change... and that makes me glad again.
I stole a kiss and carefully got his arm off me, got up to turn off the lights. I tried to go back to sleep, if only so I could wake up with him beside me... a second time... a second morning... today.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two friends I met through blogging are having, or are going to have their 15 minutes of glory very soon.
She is going to be included in a book, an anthology of poems or poetry.
I've been a fan ever since I first went to her site. She really is a very awesome poet and I knew it in my bones that this lady is going places. This turn of events couldn't make me happier and I know that it's only going to be the start of bigger, brighter things for her.
Too bad the book is going to be published in Europe. I so wanted to get a copy when we come home in December, walk up to her and have her sign it. Then when I come back to Singapore, I'd walk the streets and when someone comes along, I'd open the book to the page where she signed it and proudly tell the stranger, 'She's my friend, see?' Well, soon as I get the nerve... but you know what I mean. I'm that big a fan... heh.
Now she happens to be a director and I'm talking tv shows, showbusiness, the glitter and the glamor... although she'll probably be the most grounded showbiz-related person I'll ever meet in my lifetime, if I ever get to meet others still... heh.
What's amazing about her is that she's sooo young, fresh out of college, and she's captain of the ship! Must be genuine brilliance, what her bosses saw in her, sans experience, sans page after page of resume.
The show she's producing is called 'Ang Boyfriend Ko' and is going to be aired, come Nov. 20, 7:30 pm on Studio 23. It's a comedy, I believe, and knowing what I know about her, it's going to be hilarious. So go mark your calendars.
Sadly, again, I'm going to miss it, cause we don't have a Filipino channel here in Singapore. But then, I can still catch it when we get home. Simply can't wait.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We're having a long weekend this time. A whole three days! Woohooo!!!
This will be the first time in three weeks that we'll be together for the weekend. Three weekends ago, Papa had to leave on a Saturday morning for his US trip and came back on a Monday morning the week after. On that same week, he had to leave Sunday morning for a trip to China and came back the following Sunday. That's three weekends lost right there.
But now I'm having my revenge. It's Deepavali (Festival of Lights) tomorrow and a non-working holiday. I'm going to have Papa all to myself for three whole days! Thank You God!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By tomorrow, 24 October, we'll be 50 days away from flying back to our beautiful, beautiful, motherland... the Philippines. We're spending the whole holiday season there and here is what's on our agenda:
lots of get-together with family and friends
lots of foggy mornings and empty afternoons spent in our garden, watching the flowers,
sipping coffee or cold iced-tea
lots of play and hugging time with my dog, Datu
lots of sleep
some pampering from my super-alalay
hopefully an EB with her and him again
hopefully a first EB with her, her and her (who are also flying home for the holidays), her (who I was supposed to have met last June already but didn't get the chance), him (if he's going to be in the city), her (if she's not too busy, but if she is I'd understand... that's love), her (if she's not all booked up for a date), her and possibly with him (if he's still in town)... and a whole lot of others if they'd be able to give me the time of day... heh
lots of pigging up opportunities
lots of photo ops
lots of hugging, lots of fun, lots of hello's...
I'll deal with the goodbyes when it's time for it. Don't rain on my parade okay? Not just yet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the movie Seabiscuit:
You don't throw out a whole life just because it's banged up a little.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life is good.
God is great!
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