BLOG BASKET
Most of you who've been coming here for quite a while would know how I would write up my entries. First and foremost, they would hardly ever be funny. Sometimes they would be reflective. Often they would be about my family, or my friends, or past times. But always, there is something I'd endeavor to do. No matter where I lead... or mislead... the topic, towards the end, I'd always bring it home.
I'm hardly able to do that now. I don't have my moments anymore. But since things are still happening in my life and thoughts still come to my battered think-tank (yeah, believe me), and I can't be prompt in blogging about them, I thought I'd come up with the 'blog basket'... much like, what's been happening to me lately or things that have struck up a thought or something. I know it's a bit lame cause mostly it would just be telling you about things. It's blabber, pretty much... not the coffe shop talk I'd much prefer. You know, table for two, coffee cups expecting to be refilled a dozen times, ashtrays changed half a dozen times... hehe. That kind.
But I really need to do this so again, just bear with me.
It's my niece KT's birthday today and she's 13 years old, I think... heh.
Her full name is Karen Tatiana and what sets her apart among all the cousins is that she's the only one who said she'd want to be a lawyer, like my father. I remember one time when she answered the phone for my mom.
KT: Mommy, anak nyo po.
Mommy: Sino'ng anak ko?
KT: Si Papa.
Mommy: Ikaw nga matuto kang magpasa ng phone ng maayos ha.
KT: E di ba po anak nyo ang Papa ko?
Mommy: Oo.
KT: E di hindi po mali yung sinabi ko.
Mommy: Naku bata ka, hahaybladin ako sayo.
KT: E di ba po may hayblad naman na talaga kayo?
Mommy: Oo.
KT: Kasalanan ko po ba yon?
Heh... I don't really know what stage of cognitive development she's in now but we all know that lawyers are a league all their own, so maybe she's beginning to fit right in.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KT!
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There's something I read today and it has something to do with the story of the parting of the Red Sea. We all know that story, right? And we all know that the story couldn't have stopped there. The people needed to move on and continue the journey to the promised land. To do this, they needed to pass through the wilderness of Shur, which was mostly desertland. They didn't have any water to drink. When they reached a place called Mira, they found water but couldn't drink it either cause it was bitter. Here, the people grumbled against Moses.
Now this is what I read about it...
On the other side of every miraculous intervention by God on our behalf, there is a road of faith to travel. Whether God's power has touched our health, finances, or family relationships, we must not only praise and thank the Lord but obey Him as well.
In the divine plan, supernatural intervention is not an end in itself, but it is a means of teaching us that we can always trust and obey the leadership of Almighty God. Will we listen to His voice and obey His Word? If He leads us through the sea, will He not also guide us to a well?
I especially thought about her when I read this. More than anything else, I pray that she be given strength, and if not that, perhaps a pair of comforting arms will be the next best thing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's really uncanny when I think about it, how the world seems to get smaller and how this 6 degrees of separation seems to be getting too wide for a measure.
When her family left for the US, my cousin Alma had to be left behind to finish nursing school. She still had their house to live in, while waiting for it to be bought, and there she stayed with an elderly aunt from her father's side, and our grandmother (God rest her soul). So I thought I'd do her a good turn and offered to go live with them and keep them company. That's when I first saw fafa Jay... their house was a couple of houses away from my cousin's and I saw him one morning on my way to buy something from the convenience store. He was with some friends, and what caught my attention was not the fact that he was in a pair of very short running shorts, a shirt that might as well have not been there for all the scant cloth there was, and muscles on his legs... muscles on his arms... muscles on his chest... nor his strange and curious eyes which are both big and slanted at the same time, but his booming laughter. I always enjoy a good laugh and when I was younger, I had no qualms about being horrendously loud. In fact, I was known for it. In highschool, one of my friends contributed this for my yearbook write-up: 'Oh man, and can she laugh... you'd think she was born with a megaphone in her throat!' I had totally no idea where that first encounter would eventually lead to, although it was hardly an encounter cause it's a case of I-saw-him-but-he-didn't-see-me .
And then the house was sold and we all had to move out. So expectedly, it was Alma's turn to live with us and that's when she met Cesar. We were members of the Church choir and Cesar, who was then also living with his aunt and cousins while he went to college, was our guitarist. They met, became friends, they fell in love.... *sigh*... and then Alma had to leave for the states cause she was getting near 21 and had to go before her time was up... heh. But Alma didn't forget Cesar. After a couple of years, I think, she came back and they got married. Now they have a 7-year old daughter.
A year after Alma and Cesar began their relationship, 3 things happened that, in a way. triggered what was going to be my future. No. 1, my first ever boyfriend (we lasted 3 years) and I broke up. No. 2, a common friend was having a party for her debut. No. 3, I needed a date to help me shun this ex-boyfriend. And then I remembered fafa Jay and asked Alma if she knew him. As it turns out, she more than just knew him... his cousin was the wife of Alma's step-brother. So it was easy enough to pull the strings to get fafa Jay as my date for the party. The party, to say the least, was boring, so we decided to leave it and go to... to... Half-way Inn at Greenhills. We had a few drinks, a lot of laughs and got a bit tipsy. One time, I was on my way to the loo, and fafa Jay being the gentleman he was, decided to accompany me. I don't know but to my inebriated eyes, the loo really looked like it was occupied, so we waited... and waited... and wated. After an unreasonable amount of time for anybody to still be there has passed, fafa Jay tried to jab the door open and well, what do you know?... it actually was! We started laughing, he went in to the HIS and I went in to the HERS, 2 cubicles which had their backs on end of each other, and we could hear each other laugh through the walls. Actually, we could have ended our laughter just as we went in, but one of us would break up again and that would get the other started again. *sigh* And the rest is history.
7 or 8 years after we got married, fafa Jay and I would be spending a week in Zamboanga with his friend Bong, Mon and his wife Marlyn (who was our host) and my sister Darlene. Now Bong and Darlene are married too and has a 2-year old son. Oh, but you all know that and are probably tired of that story.
At the other end, fafa Jay's cousin, Jojo, came to the Philippines to have a shot at the film industry. While he was here, he met Renee, they fell in love and got married. They've moved back to the states and now have 2 sons and a daughter on the way. Renee is a former newscaster and it isn't surprising that writing would be in her heart. So when we told her about blogging, she readily got interested but after several entries, she stopped. I don't know why but let's just leave it at that for the meantime.
Back to fafa Jay and me. So we moved here to Singapore, got acquainted with blogging and through this, became friends with Ate Sienna. Now Ate Sienna has a friend named Mona who probably got to fafa Jay's site through Ate SIenna's. So one time, fafa Jay was talking about his cousin Jojo and his wife Renee and Mona happened to read that blog and asked several questions about Renee. Wham! Mona knew Renee... they were classmates in college at UP. So Mona and Renee got in touch with each other, which pretty much revived Renee's interest in blogging. Late into the year, her hubby caught the bug too and started a blog of his own, although one which was then sporadically updated.
And then Valentine's Day comes along and Renee writes this awesome Valentine's Day Diary which really got a lot of people inspired and bingo!..., hubby's inspired and blogging again.
Now Ate Sienna has another friend, who goes by the name of Ate Sharon. She's actually the friend of Ate Sienna's sister whom she met through ICQ. Fafa Jay and I have become acquainted with Ate Sharon too through Ate Sienna and every now and then we'd be able to write something that would inspire her enough to make her leave a comment. When we recently visited Alma, fafa Jay posted her picture on his blog in one of his entries about the trip. Ate Sharon recognized her and blurted out that they were highschool friends in STC. Actually, Ate Sharon says she also knows my sister Darlene, which is not surprising cause they all belong to the same batch.
So there it is. Now don't you think 6 degrees is just way too much? Try 3... or even 2.
Now where does all these bring us? It brings us to 87 Gentle St. where we can read about Renee's insightful thoughts about life and love, to The Prada Mama Chronicles where we can read Renee's more candid ramblings, to Jojo's One Day... Isang Araw... where he has finally evolved from a shy pen-and-paper writer to a daring blogger, and to The Alma Miclat BLOG: I Think There's Something We Have to Talk About where we can read about my cousin's life as a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister and a critical-care nurse in a critical-care unit. Oh by the way, she's just been promoted as Clinical Resource Nurse. I'm so proud of her... heh.
You know, all I really wanted to do was introduce to you the new, and re-newed, bloggers in the family. But because my mind works the way it does, I had to tell you about all the other stuff. Now time is running short and I got to go back to my KR.
So on this note, I wish you all a great week-end, my little ones. Enjoy yourselves but don't get spanked... hehe. I'll see you when I see you.
Most of you who've been coming here for quite a while would know how I would write up my entries. First and foremost, they would hardly ever be funny. Sometimes they would be reflective. Often they would be about my family, or my friends, or past times. But always, there is something I'd endeavor to do. No matter where I lead... or mislead... the topic, towards the end, I'd always bring it home.
I'm hardly able to do that now. I don't have my moments anymore. But since things are still happening in my life and thoughts still come to my battered think-tank (yeah, believe me), and I can't be prompt in blogging about them, I thought I'd come up with the 'blog basket'... much like, what's been happening to me lately or things that have struck up a thought or something. I know it's a bit lame cause mostly it would just be telling you about things. It's blabber, pretty much... not the coffe shop talk I'd much prefer. You know, table for two, coffee cups expecting to be refilled a dozen times, ashtrays changed half a dozen times... hehe. That kind.
But I really need to do this so again, just bear with me.
It's my niece KT's birthday today and she's 13 years old, I think... heh.
Her full name is Karen Tatiana and what sets her apart among all the cousins is that she's the only one who said she'd want to be a lawyer, like my father. I remember one time when she answered the phone for my mom.
KT: Mommy, anak nyo po.
Mommy: Sino'ng anak ko?
KT: Si Papa.
Mommy: Ikaw nga matuto kang magpasa ng phone ng maayos ha.
KT: E di ba po anak nyo ang Papa ko?
Mommy: Oo.
KT: E di hindi po mali yung sinabi ko.
Mommy: Naku bata ka, hahaybladin ako sayo.
KT: E di ba po may hayblad naman na talaga kayo?
Mommy: Oo.
KT: Kasalanan ko po ba yon?
Heh... I don't really know what stage of cognitive development she's in now but we all know that lawyers are a league all their own, so maybe she's beginning to fit right in.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KT!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's something I read today and it has something to do with the story of the parting of the Red Sea. We all know that story, right? And we all know that the story couldn't have stopped there. The people needed to move on and continue the journey to the promised land. To do this, they needed to pass through the wilderness of Shur, which was mostly desertland. They didn't have any water to drink. When they reached a place called Mira, they found water but couldn't drink it either cause it was bitter. Here, the people grumbled against Moses.
Now this is what I read about it...
On the other side of every miraculous intervention by God on our behalf, there is a road of faith to travel. Whether God's power has touched our health, finances, or family relationships, we must not only praise and thank the Lord but obey Him as well.
In the divine plan, supernatural intervention is not an end in itself, but it is a means of teaching us that we can always trust and obey the leadership of Almighty God. Will we listen to His voice and obey His Word? If He leads us through the sea, will He not also guide us to a well?
I especially thought about her when I read this. More than anything else, I pray that she be given strength, and if not that, perhaps a pair of comforting arms will be the next best thing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's really uncanny when I think about it, how the world seems to get smaller and how this 6 degrees of separation seems to be getting too wide for a measure.
When her family left for the US, my cousin Alma had to be left behind to finish nursing school. She still had their house to live in, while waiting for it to be bought, and there she stayed with an elderly aunt from her father's side, and our grandmother (God rest her soul). So I thought I'd do her a good turn and offered to go live with them and keep them company. That's when I first saw fafa Jay... their house was a couple of houses away from my cousin's and I saw him one morning on my way to buy something from the convenience store. He was with some friends, and what caught my attention was not the fact that he was in a pair of very short running shorts, a shirt that might as well have not been there for all the scant cloth there was, and muscles on his legs... muscles on his arms... muscles on his chest... nor his strange and curious eyes which are both big and slanted at the same time, but his booming laughter. I always enjoy a good laugh and when I was younger, I had no qualms about being horrendously loud. In fact, I was known for it. In highschool, one of my friends contributed this for my yearbook write-up: 'Oh man, and can she laugh... you'd think she was born with a megaphone in her throat!' I had totally no idea where that first encounter would eventually lead to, although it was hardly an encounter cause it's a case of I-saw-him-but-he-didn't-see-me .
And then the house was sold and we all had to move out. So expectedly, it was Alma's turn to live with us and that's when she met Cesar. We were members of the Church choir and Cesar, who was then also living with his aunt and cousins while he went to college, was our guitarist. They met, became friends, they fell in love.... *sigh*... and then Alma had to leave for the states cause she was getting near 21 and had to go before her time was up... heh. But Alma didn't forget Cesar. After a couple of years, I think, she came back and they got married. Now they have a 7-year old daughter.
A year after Alma and Cesar began their relationship, 3 things happened that, in a way. triggered what was going to be my future. No. 1, my first ever boyfriend (we lasted 3 years) and I broke up. No. 2, a common friend was having a party for her debut. No. 3, I needed a date to help me shun this ex-boyfriend. And then I remembered fafa Jay and asked Alma if she knew him. As it turns out, she more than just knew him... his cousin was the wife of Alma's step-brother. So it was easy enough to pull the strings to get fafa Jay as my date for the party. The party, to say the least, was boring, so we decided to leave it and go to... to... Half-way Inn at Greenhills. We had a few drinks, a lot of laughs and got a bit tipsy. One time, I was on my way to the loo, and fafa Jay being the gentleman he was, decided to accompany me. I don't know but to my inebriated eyes, the loo really looked like it was occupied, so we waited... and waited... and wated. After an unreasonable amount of time for anybody to still be there has passed, fafa Jay tried to jab the door open and well, what do you know?... it actually was! We started laughing, he went in to the HIS and I went in to the HERS, 2 cubicles which had their backs on end of each other, and we could hear each other laugh through the walls. Actually, we could have ended our laughter just as we went in, but one of us would break up again and that would get the other started again. *sigh* And the rest is history.
7 or 8 years after we got married, fafa Jay and I would be spending a week in Zamboanga with his friend Bong, Mon and his wife Marlyn (who was our host) and my sister Darlene. Now Bong and Darlene are married too and has a 2-year old son. Oh, but you all know that and are probably tired of that story.
At the other end, fafa Jay's cousin, Jojo, came to the Philippines to have a shot at the film industry. While he was here, he met Renee, they fell in love and got married. They've moved back to the states and now have 2 sons and a daughter on the way. Renee is a former newscaster and it isn't surprising that writing would be in her heart. So when we told her about blogging, she readily got interested but after several entries, she stopped. I don't know why but let's just leave it at that for the meantime.
Back to fafa Jay and me. So we moved here to Singapore, got acquainted with blogging and through this, became friends with Ate Sienna. Now Ate Sienna has a friend named Mona who probably got to fafa Jay's site through Ate SIenna's. So one time, fafa Jay was talking about his cousin Jojo and his wife Renee and Mona happened to read that blog and asked several questions about Renee. Wham! Mona knew Renee... they were classmates in college at UP. So Mona and Renee got in touch with each other, which pretty much revived Renee's interest in blogging. Late into the year, her hubby caught the bug too and started a blog of his own, although one which was then sporadically updated.
And then Valentine's Day comes along and Renee writes this awesome Valentine's Day Diary which really got a lot of people inspired and bingo!..., hubby's inspired and blogging again.
Now Ate Sienna has another friend, who goes by the name of Ate Sharon. She's actually the friend of Ate Sienna's sister whom she met through ICQ. Fafa Jay and I have become acquainted with Ate Sharon too through Ate Sienna and every now and then we'd be able to write something that would inspire her enough to make her leave a comment. When we recently visited Alma, fafa Jay posted her picture on his blog in one of his entries about the trip. Ate Sharon recognized her and blurted out that they were highschool friends in STC. Actually, Ate Sharon says she also knows my sister Darlene, which is not surprising cause they all belong to the same batch.
So there it is. Now don't you think 6 degrees is just way too much? Try 3... or even 2.
Now where does all these bring us? It brings us to 87 Gentle St. where we can read about Renee's insightful thoughts about life and love, to The Prada Mama Chronicles where we can read Renee's more candid ramblings, to Jojo's One Day... Isang Araw... where he has finally evolved from a shy pen-and-paper writer to a daring blogger, and to The Alma Miclat BLOG: I Think There's Something We Have to Talk About where we can read about my cousin's life as a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister and a critical-care nurse in a critical-care unit. Oh by the way, she's just been promoted as Clinical Resource Nurse. I'm so proud of her... heh.
You know, all I really wanted to do was introduce to you the new, and re-newed, bloggers in the family. But because my mind works the way it does, I had to tell you about all the other stuff. Now time is running short and I got to go back to my KR.
So on this note, I wish you all a great week-end, my little ones. Enjoy yourselves but don't get spanked... hehe. I'll see you when I see you.
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