Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Dear Sadie, everytime I ask your Ate Sage and Ate Sabine who the cutest baby in the whole world is, they both answer "SADIE", then point to you.
Cuppycake Song for Sadie:
You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear
from Ate Sage and Ate Sabine
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
"Briseis: All the gods are to be feared and respected.
Achilles: I'll tell you a secret...
...something they don't teach you in your temple.
The gods envy us.
They envy us because we're mortal.
Because any moment might be our last.
Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now." -- TROY (the movie)
Dear Sabine, You do Love Rock Music too. The other night I was listening to Nickelback's new single "I wanna be a rockstar". I muffle my voice when I sing the explicit parts of the song because you can easily mimic what you hear in our PC. I don't want you to hear those words--Else your Mom will kick my butt.
I really don't know when but someday you will realize that I do not endorse the lifestyle of Rockstars as articulated in that song. Whenever I refer to gods in this blog, I refer to mortals who think themselves as gods. they are not to be feared. sometimes they have to be defied like what the Greeks and Trojans did in the Iliad. the "gods" I think of whenever I use that word include Rockstars...
those gods live a kind of life different from ours.
"I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
A credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet"
But with all their luxury and wealth, I do believe that they have lost so much in their faustian bargain for fame. Like the gods mentioned by Achilles, THEY ENVY US.
They don't know what an honest day's work is.
They don't know what real friends are
They don't know what it is to have kids like you
They don't know what real high voltage sex is... except with those who accept visa and mastercard.
When you grow up and when you start envying their lifestyle-- DON'T. Look at Britney Spears, Michael Jackson, Gary Coleman, OJ Simpson (ok, the last two don't qualify as rockstars but they were gods too before their fall)
... Haba nito. all these just to justify my love for the song "I wanna be a rockstar". Well, the melody is addictive and the lyrics is simply audaciously honest and naive. In short: It's Fun!
So Sabine, You really wanna be a rockstar someday?
If you still do, just remember that you do not have to lose your perspective and your soul. Godspeed and Rock On!
"Wrath—sing, goddess, the accursed wrath of Achilles, son of Peleus,
which placed countless sufferings on the Achaeans" -- Iliad (not the movie)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
"The Bible tells men how to go to Heaven, not how the Heaven goes." --attributed to Galileo.
Dear Sabine, while looking at this picture, I was reminded of a little story I heard in school...
There’s an old story of St. Augustine walking along the beach contemplating the Trinity. Up ahead he saw a little boy digging a hole in the sand. The boy then ran out into the waves, scooped up a bucket of water, and ran back to pour it into the hole. He did this a few times until finally Augustine approached him and asked, “Boy, what are you doing?”
“See that ocean out there?” the boy asked. “I’m going to pour that ocean into this hole.”
“That’s impossible,” said Augustine. “You cannot fit the ocean in that tiny hole.”
The boy looked up at him and replied, “And neither can you, Augustine, fit the Trinity in that tiny little brain.” The story goes on to say that the boy then disappeared, as apparently he was an angel.
Religion/Faith is a mystery that does not have to be solved by the human mind. It provides the answer to the most important question of all: How do we get to heaven when we die? The answer is simple: Jesus.
Now, please understand that other questions are trivial compared to that. Questions like "How do the heavens go about in space?", "How old is the Universe?", "How did Man evolve?", etc. These questions could only be answered by the tools of human intellect: Science, Mathematics, etc. Since they are frivolous compared to the most important question of all, please don't bother asking priests or pastors about them. Instead, ask your math and science teachers. as in, Kulitin nyo sila.
Religion/Faith, does not require proof, Dear Kids. While science demands it.
(the picture was taken at the "Mataas na Bato Beach", Del Gallego, Camarines Sur.)
Sunday, November 04, 2007
The picture was taken on October 28, a sunday, when all of us were present.
On the 30th, your real birthday, we ordered a giant pizza, relatively speaking, from Shakey's.
Then on the 31st we went to your Mom's province in Tagkawayan, Quezon.
There we stayed at the house of your Lolo Teody and Lola Helen.
They let you play with the toys
You pitched in sometimes in cleaning the house while I just slept.
We went to the beach, a mere 5 minute drive away from the house.
I think this was just Sadie's second time to swim there.
Even on Vacation, your Lola Letty was still teaching you how to write the alphabet
Made more breath taking by your presence
The egalitarian beach got its name from the Rock formation on the right.
Before leaving Tagkawayan we crashed into your Lola Chole's place (Lola Letty's best friend)
Picture of Sadie and Ate Ning. Lola Chole even let Sadie keep the stuffed toy Chihuahua. You christened the stuffed toy "Wa-Wah"
Thank You Lola Chole for everything including the dinner and for Wa-Wah!
On the way back to Manila, we stopped at Atimonan to have a Photo-op with the Mermaid. I think you guys started talking about being excited in putting up Christmas decorations at homee not long after this stop over.
You were so surprised when we arrived, because the decorations were already in place. Thanks to your Ate Malou who was left at the house during the long weekend.
By the way, Sabine, during the ride home, you kept on playing the "cuppy cake" song in your Mommy's cellphone:
Belated Happy Birthday Anaki!