TGIF

I had a call from someone who wanted something from me:
a date? my body? my virtue?
for a million dollars? a villa in Provence?
I guess that I can only, perhaps wish!

I had an interview this afternoon and I was asked
three questions...
My answers were beauty, happiness and purpose.

I spoke with three gurus today.
One was about time.
The second about a plan
And the third about growing up.

The call was disappointing,
I did not have all the answers to the three questions
And the gurus did not disappoint me.

The peanut butter sandwich was dry
And I missed my lunch today.

from the kitchen

We work very hard.  We eat what we do for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I dream about work every night.  We shower and bathe in it.

Mushto Justo the mighty had to go through hunger while waiting for hours for Mommy to finally be free,
physically free from the work we do.  It is not nice but we sacrifice our own for others.

Should I be saying this or be writing about this??  People can be nasty.  They use words they don't even understand.  Someone said over at the bakery, over the hills and over the plains that there's chaos where we work! Hyenas are laughing in the background.

Indeed there is and there will always be because we are not sitting idly if by chaos, they meant we are busy!  

I do not dream of being blessed by mortals.  But yes, some can be NASTY!

How do we come out of this alive?

We hold hands no matter what.  We try not to lose sight of the only reason we are here in this business.  We keep our focus, dedicate our gifts and our time to only one thing:  the children.

May we all live long and prosper!

Gloria runs away

Gloria could never bring her old zest back.  We tried "jumping for joy" but it did not last.  She has a hurt that she kept inside or perhaps an idea of pursuing something that she thinks will bring her lasting happiness, but could not.

I miss the way she put love in everything she did for me.  But lately, her food was no longer as colorful and as surprising as her flower arrangements.  She still worked like a maniac till the day I was told that her brother was dying after exploding with the dynamite he used for fishing.  She said she had to go to Mindanao to see him.  She cried a river telling me all this.  On her last day, she wandered in the kitchen looking past me.

There is something not discernible and I felt it from the day she came back from the province to work for me for the nth time.  She refused to eat on time.  She was happy to have several new sets of dainty uniforms I picked myself, the colors being that of rose, pink, lime and lemon I tried to match with what I remember was her laugh and elfin ways.  But the effervescence skipped me.  I never heard her laugh with the other maid.  She was getting strange every day.

I still wonder why she never got the money I told her I was saving for her.  She left (for Mindanao) as she said but actually was just somewhere in Manila.  She ran away with all her uniforms except for one set she perhaps was not keen about.  It was a bright pink that complemented the old Gloria I knew from the past. 

The Poetry of a moment (the truth about a senior moment)

A beautiful friend asked me:

"Are you working too hard again?'

It's Tuesday not Monday

And it made me think...

am I?

well, just

happily tired and

delirious to be

back on my feet again

in headstand

 while 
 concocting ideas

and conjuring them to come to life

one at a time
all at once.

busy

learning to capture delicate moments 

like raindrops...

and fail miserably well.
busily

catching the steamy waft  of a cup of tea

over and over and over again!

Is it Tuesday? 

it felt like Monday.

it felt like the beginning of a grand week.

it feels like I am as eager as a beaver

as wide-eyed as a child working hard
to be
HAPPY!

Am I beginning to love Mondays?
Well, if it was tuesday and I loved my day and thought it was Monday
then...

oh well-

how about this?

"Now" is just one continuous stretch

of a lifetime

or

maybe I am just a full time weekender

walking out of a weekend ...............................................?

Did I work too hard?

Nah, just hard.

Hardly...

(: thanks Chati :)

All in a Day's Work

Talking about doctors' orders: Ana and I worked like horses today- she was supposed to spend the rest of her pregnancy lying on bed and I was supposed to be on a prescribed retirement! 

Ana wore a chic office attire while I came in my T-shirt and loose pants.
Ana had to be pushed in a wheelchair while I had to knock my head off  trying to remember where my external drive was!

Never realizing that it was the end of the day, we worked like good ants and we smiled all through the day even when some things drove us out of our wits!!


We fixed things, forgave the unforgivable, and left our office sanctified and with kinder hearts.