Me... having a mother is like having God's battalion of angels around your house ... in your life. Thank God for mothers! ... and even when they've long been gone, aint you love that pair of strong, vavoom pretty wings she gifted you with. Go soar, child.
My current shout-out @ FB, I updated it today, and posted all bout “mommynesz”.
Really happy moments with Mama @ Kale Beach summer of 83. And I still miss her so ...
Escorting Sophie in one of her swimming lessons. She was seven
Mother’s Day date with Sophie @ SM Dasma. A continuation of shopping from yesterday’s mall tours at SM Muntinlupa and Bicutan. I realized I kinda had an overload of “all things purple” … from luggage tags and pad locks, to docu bags, and Sophie’s pencil case :)
Here’s what my little girl got for me (and for her … coz we’re sharing it according to her) :)~~~ butterfly hair piece.
BIRTHDAYS
This week was also birthweek for my friends Wenggay and Nanat. I requested for tacos but she said am still not allowed to drink due to my medication. I tried to be obedient this time. Besides, she was busy with IFEX and me with the Tours and and the Nyte Race. We agreed to re-sked.
And Nanat ... hummmm quiet. I get highly suspicious of too much silence. :) Jomat uploaded in FB an old photo of a much younger Jonathan. It raised havoc amongst 4-1 hahaha ... si Jeff am sure katay kay Nanat as soon as he gets to read his comments. Jeffani and Nat’lie ... hummm these two.
... speaking of my medication ... my only violation was the “dairy” ... but in general I have been a good, law-abiding patient. Tuesday is my next sked with OB. I’m afraid I’ll have another cervical exam ... which I truly, sincerely, absolutely, ABHOR! I hate IEs! (especially when I am going through it not because I am pregnant huhuhu).
STRANGE DAYS
Unknowns. Googlebots. IT&Es. Three names now famous.
HONEY GLAZED DAZE
The effect of “happy uterus”. Familiar places and faces. May be a glimpse of things to come. Somebody’s heart gets broken, usually its mine. It was a bad dream. There were tears in my eyes. Darn ... it was too early for a Wednesday morning.
Earlier this week, she made kwento about finding the pink swiss knife :) (pink talaga ehehe)... I thought that was cute. She tried to give it to his staff, but they refused. They were afraid he might think they were conniving on him. How can such negative thoughts perpetuate in what should really be a professional relationship. She said it’s disturbing when his staff make a joke out of him. Such a display of disrespect! To think that they take the courage and the enjoyment of doing all these behind his back. Where are his bestfriends when people around him take him for silly ... people like his own people (his own staff).
We agreed to meet at MOA. She asked me to have our dinner at Binalot something :), as she was to pick-up dinner for egress. We really missed each other but I was too busy ... and rigid. I handed her my GSIS contract. I told her to guard it with her life ... archaic na pwede na sa museum, mataas na ang value :) ... and Krispy Kreme. She said she’ll give him two, the rest she’ll bring home to EJ and Von. Pag may nagtanong ... deadma! I don’t know what happened. There was nothing from her. May be it was bad. Really that bad. I had beautiful thoughts in my head. They aint real. That’s never gonna happen.
(It was my idea. Unless Gigi changed her mind.)
My fault. My bad.
INDEPENDECE DAY
Here we go again. A nation never learns.
We go automated. Hoping to bring the electoral process one level up. But that’s just technology. The difference it makes lies in our hands. And it’s the same politics and electorate. Dirty and irresponsible. Just automated.
Someone’s passing , somebody’s memory … has been taken advantaged of.
My current boss is a first cousin … and her remarks … how swift, and easy, and relax , and careless, too … “He did not really want to run. Napilitan lang.”
Death, doesn’t it always stir emotions? Money the root of all evil. And religion, the opium of the people. Pride was an angel’s downfall..
I’m afraid, by Thursday, we’ll have a newly-elected President.
This nation never learns. This nation is too proud to regret.
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