make over

Tried on a new venture:  Make up!  Did not want to have my face done by some stranger and at the same time my budget did not allow me to hire an "expert", so the practice began.

I bought some tools of the trade and got excited over the idea.  Ana and I had a pact that we would do it no matter what!!

Before:

Ana practiced on my face.  Here is the outcome!!! Of course I messed up Ana's face too but not sure if she will like her photo posted here! hahahahahaha!!

 After some practice and painful skin,  I was ready for the wedding.  I did my hair too!

I used light pink shades of eyeshadow and reddish brown for contouring of eyes.  Mascara and dark brown eyeline finished the look.  Peachy rose blush on my cheeks and some Maybelline lipstick.

I would like to be a make-up artist!

thoughts of cool off

Maybe cyber connections have brought me back friends from the youthful past and i am glad it did find some missing pieces of my life.  I realized how funny and innocent my youth was and proud that for most of my elementary to high school friends, this thing called success was reached!  Happy to see my girlfriends married to good husbands, grateful for their good health, and delighted over their own accomplishments.

Cyber connections have also provided a virtual reality for families who are separated by the continental divides.  My son and his family in Australia will be terribly, horribly missed if not for the net.

Somehow it has provided romantic liaisons and people have found life partners through this incredibly efficient means of connecting people from the different parts of the world.

I will not enumerate anymore how the net has also opened new risks for children, dependence on instant gratification, a venue for misplaced or erroneous "strength" for bullies, and a cowardly way to face issues against another human being through a deceptively "intelligent" social or public commentary which in reality and in short, defamation especially when it is too far from the truth.  I have seen thousands of readers who have failed to think critically for themselves and have committed unknowingly, betrayal of self and the human race.

Such power to make or break is here to stay unless we all unplug then choose to grope in the dark again.  Maybe if we only learn to balance things then we reduce the risk of raising children who are not crippled but are no longer using their legs, who are not mute but are no longer speaking... who have no autism but are imprisoned in their own world, people who fail to look at the eyes of another person because that part of their humanity is no longer exercised.

Yet I do facebook when I have often thought of setting myself free.  Still i consider my students  (probably hate the fact that I am around this "new space") and my responsibility to exercise the role of a diligent father of the family given the fact that this is a completely different "school" or "unlearning environment.  I cannot yet leave the very young ones who are easily influenced and who still lack the process of discernment yet they are already out there in this very threateningly dangerous zone even before they learn to read danger signs.


This feeling is very much akin to shaving my head and coming out clean into the world.  I want to but I could not yet.

Ta-ta!

meandering

Staring at this empty page... sleepy
I beat my pots and pans the other day... tired
Somebody tried all means to open his presents before Christmas... caught colds and cough
It rained manna from heaven on Christmas day...blessed
I turned another year older.

I had ham and bread this morning
while neighbors drowned in blasting noise of their own voices
i just wanted peace for breakfast.

walking out of my closet in boots
leaving my phone behind.
what news do I need to know?
the pettiness of self-absorption?
the latest on what people are eating?
or where they are?
and who they are with?
latest fashion?

I turned another year older
what do I do next?
what won't I do?

this was an empty page.
yes inside me is a galaxy of undiscovered thoughts and knowledge
of observations, truths and realities
but i choose to sleep tonight...

DIY projects for Christmas and all seasons

My school runs on creativity, ingenuity, serendipity, and love for recycled art.  It is the means by which our students become resourceful and inventive. 

 A boat cut-out from corrugated board painted white

 dolls with papier mache faces wearing clothing from scrap

 Lantern cut-out

 a christmas tree of tool material can show nativity scene inside or stacks of gifts

 hanging lanterns made of bamboo frames and Japanese paper with tool ribbons for the tail

a Venetian painting depicting a gondola on plywood using water based acrylic paint

Breastmilk vs. Steve Jobs

It is the gentlest, life-giving, healing substance that ruthlessly murdered an iphone, killed all possibilities of contact, music, games...  it is the same substance that healed Justo Leandro, makes him grow and gives him tremendous joy and satisfaction.

such is the irony of life...

Yes, my daughter, that was a lot of breastmilk that the genius of  Steve Jobs could not match!
 No match!

a drop of this heals the beginning of sore eyes.

a drop applied on the skin is a rich source of glycolic acid to maintain a beautiful and youthful cover

a 3-month supply provides growth of brain and bones

6-month supply produces powerful growth energy that is responsible for movement, erect spine, intelligence, excellent digestive function...

one-year supply gives the fullest and maximum benefit to an ever-growing little human!

THE SUBSTANCE IF COLLECTED IN A CONTAINER, (does not matter what kind) and kept in a thermos bag with an iphone can kill this "virus" efficiently.  Remember to keep the lid of the collecting bottle loose to spill the milk)

(we used a generic and manually operated breast pump attached to a bottle in this experiment, Ana's milk with a bit of stress, a pinch of excitement, and an overflowing measure of love for Justo)


this is an accidental discovery but some great inventions are a result of some twist of fate.

I am thankful to God that He gave you a lot of milk for Justo.  There will be other phones, right now I have one in my drawer.  An old Nokia with a flashlight. 

RIP Steve







 

Quo Vadis

photo by Sugar

Just a few days more and I would have lost it! The voucher for travel was awarded to me last year as the grand raffle prize in the Assumption "One"- a reunion of all "old" girls.  Lucky indeed to have won the first prize and to find it in my drawer a year after, a few days just before its expiration.  Oh wow, just in the nick of time.

Sugar came along motivated by roast ducks in Hongkong.  He wanted to see Bangkok for the fruits but the recent floods made us cross it out.

We left with US$11.00 and our half-month salary.  Not much and for him, it was something he would not risk before.  He is getting the hang of it and it was such pleasure having him around to carry my bags, to feed me, and to deal with the Hongkong nationals, if you know what I mean.  Oh yes, to take my pictures too!  I will not complain.  He tried his best.

jewels of Hongkong

amidst the concrete jungle, somethings of earth still exists

sitting on top of Hongkong

no ready cash for the train fare

the giant Buddha atop Ngong Ping

Remember 5 things to get from Hongkong:  Chan pui mui, white candy, walnut and licorice chews, rose tea and egg rolls. Well, make sure you meet Gandhi and Einstein too.

Interlink travel tours gave us such a wonderful package- hotel right in the middle of Kowloon, great airline and schedule of flights, breakfast and a half-day tour.  Thank you!

I hope that I can convince him to ride with me again.  I plan to tell him there's roast goose everywhere in Europe.

Ta-ta!

Poetry without words: bathing in sunlight

a sink i bought not for the house but for all my grandchildren to bathe in