Perfect Sunday

I made her sandwiches, good nuff for lunch and some heavy snacks. I've got her drinking water chilled the whole night. We got up early, preps ourselves, by 7 AM, we were on our way to Vel Maris School, official testing center for UST Admission Exams in Cavite. But even before that, we quietly slid ourselves in between cemented walls and big wooden doors --- for some early morning blessings. A sprinkle of faith wont hurt.

We got to VMS JIT, As usual, as expected, as ever, the shy, the timid ones, the reluctants kept their comforts outside as they watched from the glass jalousies, as I sat confidently beside my daughter. I was just giving her some last minute pep talk and practical reminders lyke to bring her hair up so humidity wont catch up with her. Put all her pencils on queue (she's using AMSPEC T Pencil and Faber Castell to avoid UPCAT mishap), her MAPED sharpener and dust-free neon pink eraser within her reach. To stay up close to the ceiling fan. Avoid the rowdy teenagers, they won't come handy ... not yesterday, not 2 days ago, not last week, not last month, and especially not this Sunday :)

Immediately after stepping outside the testing room. I clicked my heels LOL and ran like a child to Starbucks and treated myself with a grande size of hot choc'late with two shots of vanilla syrup for an additional twenny bucks. I took the "kabisera" in that long stretch of narra table. Don my ceremonial Indian sit and sipped my way through a really chillax moment with I, me and myself :). I tried desperately to tweet but log in unsuccessful. Instead, I devoted my attention in reading the morning papers, all two of them, The Star and PDI. Headlines, classified ads, entertainment and tadah .... I loved the lifestyle section with all the women writers. In particular, I have been hooked with the literary style and the watercolor art of Ms. Gilda Cordero-Fernando, a celebrated Palanca awardee, now an octogenarian, but still very hip and witty. Many times when I read her articles, I kinda see a bit of her in me. The unexperienced, raw, lackluster, hippie writer cum art aficionado :)

"On a clear day you can see forever," sez she.
http://lifestyle.inquirer.net/65466/on-a-clear-day-you-can-see-forever

After the coffee shop ritual, did the groceries. got Soph's 2nd pair of school shoes and got me that banana boat nail polish, visited a lonely, dusty thrift shop by the hilly road... got a block of bluish plate-looking roughness for my Mr. Frost collection and a small palette of candle holder :) ... Christmas at home officially up 9 days tardy from last year :)

Bok Wenggay so happy with the pastel platitos I got for her from the Japanese store with a barbarian sales staff laaaaaa. Me and Soph tried clowning with em and posted em in Boklay's FB wall ... and here ...




ohhh We got 75 grand whoaaaaa ... and another busy Monday... and a pretty challenging week ahead. :)

Uhmmm I responded to a grade school classmate's invitation ... somebody's FB got a little fucked up so me so wronggg again (darn!!!)