I remember a very familiar and a thoroughly loved little face when I saw this picture. I have one of my own- my very real Chihiro!
She is turning 3 this November- this feisty, loving, funny, bright Chihiro of mine!
Missing her!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Chihiro of mine
I remember a very familiar and a thoroughly loved little face when I saw this picture. I have one of my own- my very real Chihiro!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Dear Marites
Dear Marites,
This is like going back in time when you were in high school and was a classmate of my dear brother, Edgar. You do not know this, but I looked up to you, Carmencita and Bella.
You see, my brother had a very funny way of admiring some girls in his class. You will not guess if at all he actually had a crush on someone because whether he actually was interested with someone or not, he would always with endearment say something contrary to how he felt.
One thing I am sure though is the fact that he enjoyed being with his old friends from high school. I don't think that he made any close friendship with his college mates and found anyone worth his while with colleagues from work.
It is a great pleasure for me to have reconnected with you and some of his friends. This is one way of keeping his memory alive.
Now, you told me that I do not write that much anymore. I have not posted any entry in Frogglerocks lately but have been writing in my site in WordPress. That blog is interesting because it is a different material. You might want to discover my dark side. It is all over that blog!
Thank you for sending this old photograph of me and your brother Cesar in our JS Prom. Or was it some other occasion? (Whew! I got stuck with the spelling of that word. Thanks to auto correct!)
Let us keep each other posted. I hope that this letter will make you smile tomorrow morning!
Fondly,
Emma
This is like going back in time when you were in high school and was a classmate of my dear brother, Edgar. You do not know this, but I looked up to you, Carmencita and Bella.
You see, my brother had a very funny way of admiring some girls in his class. You will not guess if at all he actually had a crush on someone because whether he actually was interested with someone or not, he would always with endearment say something contrary to how he felt.
One thing I am sure though is the fact that he enjoyed being with his old friends from high school. I don't think that he made any close friendship with his college mates and found anyone worth his while with colleagues from work.
It is a great pleasure for me to have reconnected with you and some of his friends. This is one way of keeping his memory alive.
Now, you told me that I do not write that much anymore. I have not posted any entry in Frogglerocks lately but have been writing in my site in WordPress. That blog is interesting because it is a different material. You might want to discover my dark side. It is all over that blog!
Thank you for sending this old photograph of me and your brother Cesar in our JS Prom. Or was it some other occasion? (Whew! I got stuck with the spelling of that word. Thanks to auto correct!)
Fondly,
Emma
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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!
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!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Witch"s Brew
I am brewing in my cauldron something you are not to know yet. It started with an idea I had some three years back. Things seem to unfold. Am I being shoved to this? Oh well, if this is going to make me old and wrinkled, I am not going to buy it! I need resources! I need people! I need money!!! Ideas, I have plenty. Too many I have to trim them down. Well somethings are offered on a silver platter. Others are offered by the changing times. Some are fruits of dreams and imaginings, others are as real as wine. Aging it.
Ta-ta!
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
different strokes for different folks
Stress can lead to stroke. How do we cope? How do you cope?
#1 I get sick. My liver gets angry and says. "I've had enough!" Then Immune system goes down. The rest follows. If you are familiar with what I do, when I am stressed, it is BIG TIME! And since I don't take it out on anyone, I take it out on mmme! This does not happen when:
# I breathe. Left lung, right lung. Right lung, left lung. Breathe through the shoulders, breathe through the spine. Breathe within the heart. Inhale slowly, hold breath, exhale down more slowly. release the bad throughly! Breathe with palms open. Imagine the liver smiling. If this does not work then I do either of the following:
# I don't eat. There is no explanation but you can just imagine how you could swallow a demon when upset! Anything can be gulped down easily when you are not thinking.
# I smile at the mirror. This does not often work if you do not talk to yourself on the mirror first.
# Get your favorite lipstick. Apply it on your pouting lips. Smile. If your favorite color does not work, get the one you don't like. The horror will make you laugh!
# I clean the bathroom and the toilet. Stress-busting, this one is! You imagine that you are in the middle of a war zone and that you are going to win this one.
# Not all of you have this but I have 5 stress busters- in human form!! just thinking about them makes me float on cloud 9!
# Laughter is the best medicine! I laugh at my predicament. I laugh at the impositions of the world I live in. I laugh at the pettiness and the silliness of expectaions. I laugh at myself. I tell me: you do not have a solution to everything.
# sometimes, just die. die for the moment. then rise again. reset!
#1 I get sick. My liver gets angry and says. "I've had enough!" Then Immune system goes down. The rest follows. If you are familiar with what I do, when I am stressed, it is BIG TIME! And since I don't take it out on anyone, I take it out on mmme! This does not happen when:
# I breathe. Left lung, right lung. Right lung, left lung. Breathe through the shoulders, breathe through the spine. Breathe within the heart. Inhale slowly, hold breath, exhale down more slowly. release the bad throughly! Breathe with palms open. Imagine the liver smiling. If this does not work then I do either of the following:
# I don't eat. There is no explanation but you can just imagine how you could swallow a demon when upset! Anything can be gulped down easily when you are not thinking.
# I smile at the mirror. This does not often work if you do not talk to yourself on the mirror first.
# Get your favorite lipstick. Apply it on your pouting lips. Smile. If your favorite color does not work, get the one you don't like. The horror will make you laugh!
# I clean the bathroom and the toilet. Stress-busting, this one is! You imagine that you are in the middle of a war zone and that you are going to win this one.
# Not all of you have this but I have 5 stress busters- in human form!! just thinking about them makes me float on cloud 9!
# Laughter is the best medicine! I laugh at my predicament. I laugh at the impositions of the world I live in. I laugh at the pettiness and the silliness of expectaions. I laugh at myself. I tell me: you do not have a solution to everything.
# sometimes, just die. die for the moment. then rise again. reset!
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