Who is 'Christmas' all about?

     Santa lives at the North Pole.
      JESUS is everywhere.
      
      Santa rides in a sleigh
      JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.
      
      Santa comes but once a year
      JESUS is an ever present help.
      
      Santa fills your stockings with goodies
      JESUS supplies all your needs.
      
      Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
      JESUS stands at your door and knocks... 

and then enters your heart.
      
      You have to stand in line to see Santa
      JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.
      
      Santa lets you sit on his lap
      JESUS lets you rest in His arms.
      
      Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is 

"Hi little boy or girl, What's your name?"
      JESUS knew our name before we did.

Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too.

He knows our history and future and 

He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.
      
      Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
      JESUS has a heart full of love.
      
      All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
      JESUS offers health, help and hope.
      
      Santa says "You better not cry"
      JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.
      
      Santa's little helpers make toys
      JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, 

repairs broken homes and builds mansions.
      
      Santa may make you chuckle but
      JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.
      
      While Santa puts gifts under your tree
      JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.
      
      It's obvious there is really no comparison.
      We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
      We need to put Christ back in Christmas.
      Jesus is still the reason for the season.
      Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus!

[from http://jokes.christiansunite.com/Christmas/Jesus_is_Better_Than_Santa.shtml]

Edelweiss

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white,
clean and bright
You look happy to meet me.
Blossom of snow
may you bloom and grow,
Bloom and grow forever.
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever.

Edelweiß, Edelweiß,
Du grüßt mich jeden Morgen,
Sehe ich dich,
Freue ich mich,
Und vergess' meine Sorgen.
Schmücke das Heimatland,
Schön und weiß,
Blühest wie die Sterne.
Edelweiß, Edelweiß,

Ach, ich hab dich so gerne.

dressmaking---a happy comeback!

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KGibran On Marriage

You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when the white wings
of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the
silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other's shadow.

Ang aking bayan. Ang aking wika

ang bayan ko't tanging ikaw, pilipinas kong mahal
ang puso ko at buhay ma'y sa iyo ibibigay
tungkulin kong gagampanan ang lagi kang paglingkuran
ang laya mo'y babantayan, pilipinas kong hirang

pamilyar? aba syempre! isa ito sa mga paborito kong kanta (awitin ang ibang bahagi), isama mo na ang "pambansang awit", and "tayo na sa antipolo", ang "atikupung singsing" at "dandansoy"...

mga higala, maayong adlaw kaninyong tanan. mga kaibigan, magandang araw sa inyong lahat. ang pagkahiwahiwalay ng ating mga pulo ay aaring isipin na dahilan ng pagkarami-raming dialekto o wikang lokal sa ating bansa, subalit, sa awa ng poong maykapal ay di naman siguro dahilan ng pagkawatak watak nating mamamayan. ibang usapan na yan amiga (sabay ngiti).

ang sabi ng iba mahihirapan raw tayong matuto kapag marami at sari-sari ang wikang naririnig, idagdag mo pa ang wikang ingles na pilit ipinapasaulo sa atin...ano ang pangalan mo? what is your name?
saan ka nakatira? where do you live? kamusta ka na? how are you? tagalog-ingles pa lang yan. gawin mo kaya sa tagalog-ingles-cebuano ano ang pangalan mo? what is your name? unsa imo ngalan? saan ka nakatira? where do you live? asa ka nagpuyo? kamusta ka na? how are you? kumusta na ka?
nakakalito man, maganda namang pakinggan...

papayagan ba natin na ang bagay na ito ang maging hadlang sa ating pagiging isa, o gagawin natin itong
tulay tungo sa pag-unlad?  sa una, ang tanong ay 'bakit?' 'nga-a' sa ilonggo, 'ngano' sa leytenyo. sa
pangalawa, ang tanong ay 'papano?' 'unsaon?'. gaya ng pagkakaisa ng mga bansa sa iisang mundo, posibleng magkaisa ang mamamayan ng iisang bansa kahit pa daan-daang wika ang gamitin.

kung ikaw ay maliit, natural na mag alangan ka sa pakikipaglaban. Oy! sa katawan pa lang, parang wala nang panalo ang david sa goliath, ang langgam sa malaking paa...ano ang pwedeng ipanglaban? isip ka nga...aha! bilis ng kilos. talas ng isip. paghahasa ng natatagong galing. ito ang sinasabi nilang gamitin ang kahinaan bilang kalakasan.

maraming tula at talumpati na ang ating narinig tungkol sa pagmamahal sa ating wika pero iilan lang ang nagpahayag ng tunay na damdamin ukol dito. ang wika kapag nahinog at nagamit ng maayos ay magiging daan sa pag-unlad...at ang kaunlaran na lamang ang magiging daan sa pagkakaisa.  may di sasang-ayon malamang, maige yan! sapangkat di kalaunan, ang tali-taliwas na opinyon ay pamumugaran ng ideyang kagandahan.

ang sabi ni rizal, ang hindi raw magmahal sa sariling wika ay masangsang pa ang amoy sa isda.  sagot naman ng isang kaibigan ko "it's not naman na i don't love our language noh, it's just that... parang..... ewww!hindi ko talaga feel!" .  ako'y napag-isip, ano kaya ang ibig sabihin nito? mas ramdam
nya ang ingles?kung sabagay, wala namang problema yun...kaya alam mo, anong sabi ko sa kanya? "Prend, hindi mo talaga feel? ang kapal naman ng mukha mo, akala mo sino kang magaling, ni hindi nga tama yang ingles mo, ang masaklap pa pati tagalog mo eh bali-baliko!"

di sya agad umimik, marahil ay nagulat sa aking nasabi, tipok iiyak at di makapaniwalang narinig ang mga katagang yun mula sa akin na kaibigan at kababata nya pa.  bago papumatak ang kanyang luha, hinawakan ko ang kanyangkamay, pasimpleng ngumiti, sabay sabi "ano amiga, feel mo na?" (tawa)

sa mga aklat na nailimbag, sa mga awiting nalikha, mga tula at talumpati, lalabas at lalabas ang iba't ibang paniniwala,iba't ibang layunin, iba't ibang paninindigan.  isalin mo man sa iba't ibang wika o
lokal na dialekto- iisa ang mensahe na nais na ipaabot: tayo ay mamamayan ng isang bansang bagamat
tanggap na hilaw pa ang turing sa wika ay napakayaman sa pag-ibig - sa kapwa, sa dyos at sa bayan. pag-ibig na walang wika ang kayang tumapat. isalang man nila ang ibang wika , wala nang tatamis pa sa ating wikang pambansa, ang wikang pag-ibig- wikang hitik sa damdamin at pag-asa.  maniwala ka! tuuhi ko! pamati balah sa akon!

sabayan nyo ako sa aking paglalakbay ha? maraming salamat at magandang araw sa ating lahat.

The bow and the arrow...

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

On Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,

"Speak to us of Children."
And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet  they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

 and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

The Drink Of Water

A small boy is sent to bed by his father.
Five minutes later....."Taaaaayyyy...."
"What?"
"I'm thirsty!!! Can you bring a glass of water?"
"No. You had your chance. Lights out."
Five minutes later....."Taaaaaayyyy....."
"WHAT?"
"I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a glass of water??"
"I told you NO!" If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!"
Five minutes later......"Taaaaaayyyyy....."
"WHAT!"
"When you come in to spank me, can you bring a glass of water?"

happy birthday tatay quezon!
goodluck...good health
god bless you

Dance with My Father Again

 Back when I was a child, 

before life removed all the innocence

My father would lift me high and 

dance with my mother and me and then

Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep

Then up the stairs he would carry me

And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance, 

another walk, another dance with him

I’d play a song that would never, ever end

How I’d love, love, love

To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree

To get my way, I would run from her to him

He’d make me laugh just to comfort me

Then finally make me do just what my mama said

Later that night when I was asleep

He left a dollar under my sheet

Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance, 

one final step, one final dance with him

I’d play a song that would never, ever end

‘Cause I’d love, love, love

To dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door

And I’d hear how my mother cried for him

I pray for her even more than me

I pray for her even more than me

I know I’m praying for much too much

But could you send back the only man she loved

I know you don’t do it usually

But dear Lord she’s dying

To dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

This is song is dedicated to my Papa Mimi.

He who taught me how to dance the boogie and the salsa, the rumba and even kuratsa. Ohh... those Dancing Club days, organized by elementary teachers, who took turns of hosting a dancing night on Fridays. Yes, i saw them all...admired their steps... nimble yet perfect...I guess they are dancing every night up there now.

i hope this is available soon

i just saw this pic from a friend's plurk-share
made me remember my telling my students few years ago:
time will come, your hand-held phone would also be your universal remote control
to almost everything you wanted...
this comes way too close to it! i want! i need! haha

time...it flies.

these are our two beautiful boys ... memot and tatjing.......back then, the house was filled with their laughter and antics...

and when they quarrel,

they have their 'muted' boxing match at the second floor...

oh how time flies...here they are now, still - our two beautiful boys,

still filling the house with a laughter and antics, only it's just among us anymore,

online friends and game teammates included- here they still are growing, exploring, living life to its fullest.

oh time...it flies.

like those ships...

we walked to the sea just my father and me.
And the dogs played around on the sand.
Dressed in gray, did he say, Hold my hand.
We're two ships that pass in the night.
...We both smile and we say it's alright.
We're still here.
It's just that we're out of sight.
Like those ships that pass in the night."

where have they gone?

there was this little girl who kept on laughing while

drawing whiskers on my face at 8

where are you anna marion?

there was this little girl who kept on wanting

to be dressed like a princess at 2

where are you ave marie?

there was this little girl who kept on singing

and miming the way i teach

where are you faith sharreah?

there was this little boy who kept babbling

unrecognizable words even at 4

where are you adrian michael?

there was this little boy who kept running and

giggling and doing pranks at 3

where are you john zamir?
there was this young woman
who tried to keep her head high despite the hunger and pain
where are you felicitas?

anna marion is dead,

please god bless her soul.

ave marie is on a balancing act in career and marriage,

please god guide her decisions.

faith sharreah is learning, un-learning and re-learning,

please god give her strength.

adrian michael is preparing for a good career,

please god give him inspiration to move on.

john zamir is toughing out the university life,

please god bring him to a productive path.
felicitas is a grandmother, still struggling but with bigger faith
please god give her more love-laden years.

for our beloved Fr. Sonny - surely...you will be missed

The Beautiful Hands of a Priest

(poem by an unknown author)

We need them in life's early morning,

We need them again at its close;

We feel their warm clasp of true friendship,

We seek them when tasting life's woes.

At the altar each day we behold them,

And the hands of a king on his throne

Are not equal to them in their greatness;

Their dignity stands all alone;

And when we are tempted and wander,

To pathways of shame and of sin,
It's the hand of a priest that will absolve us,

Not once, but again and again.

And when we are taking life's partner,

Other hands may prepare us a feast,

But the hand that will bless and unite us

Is the beautiful hand of a priest.

God bless them and keep them all holy,

For the Host which their fingers caress;

When can a poor sinner do better

Than to ask Him to guide thee and bless?

When the hour of death comes upon us,

May our courage and strength be increased,

By seeing raised over us in blessing

The beautiful hands of a priest.

[this poem is anonymously but beautifully written.
of course for someone like you,
only if you were still here...but, you are gone, gone now...
god needed you up there more than here i guess.
we will miss you padre. thanks to you...
our lives are blessed by your strength , wisdom and kindness.
fare thee well.]

Old Ladies in April

           All these years, Citas have been saving enough money for a vacation to their hometown.  It's been three years,  the last time she was home. It was the death of her Papa. Every now and then, she felt the nudging in her heart to come home.  Questions yearning in her mind... how are the olds now?  
          
          Alighting from the bus as it arrived hometown, she had this eerie feeling,  "Why is our house seemed empty. Where is everybody?"  Pushing the front door slowly, she peeped in to see who's in there, but there was none. She saw  their  living room which used to be happy, filled with piano music... now it's bare and empty. The antique piano has long been gone to the storage house, chopped into pieces. Turning her eyes to the dining hall leading to the kitchen... she remembers, it was the most busy area in her childhood days... she, learning to cook at the age of 8, never gets tired of preparing the meals day after day. Glancing at the mezzanine wall, hung were pictures of her brood in their graduation togas. But she missed her picture.. All of them now are having our own families. 


          Engrossed at those hung photos, a voice came from behind.  "So, you're here. Glad you remembered to visit us. We never expected you to come home anymore, now that your Papa is gone."  Those stinging words were from her stepmom! She was tempted to confront her, but when she turned to face her, she was too shocked to see her very sick. Gone was the bubbly laughter, gone was the chattering voice, gone was the swiftness of her legs, that fussed all children to school. Now her whole body is covered with sores, making her look very frail and miserable. And she said,  she  is always left alone in the house because everyone feared contamination from her disease.
           
           The next day, Citas boarded a bus to a nearby town, to visit another foster mom. She was more than shocked to see her in bed, all dressed up and clasping a prayerbook in her hands... as if waiting for her time to come.... She was told that... she has refused eating  for months now... worse... she wont talk to anyone except to her househelp who is at her side most of the time. She has totally withdrawn herself from the world around her. She was more than hurt thinking that nobody cares for her... anymore.
           
            With a heavy heart, she took the ride back home.  She never felt this sad before. "Why did this happened to them? Then she remembered another auntie, who is a retired teacher.  Maybe she could could answer the questions running in my mind right now.  This  auntie of hers is soft-spoken, religious and a very understanding one. She was always happy and has a ready smile.


             But then, as she took the steps by the front porch, an angry voice filled the air, almost shouting and arguing . "Auntie, how are you?"... as Citas motioned to embraced her. She retorted back, "Get oiut of my way. Can't you see that I'm limping. I cannot do my chores  anymore because of this disabled leg."  Citas was taken aback, but still grabbed her hand  for blessings. The auntie she love has gone cranky, after she fell down from the stairs three months ago. Now she feels useless and a burden in the house.


             The excitement in coming home was gone.   So, it is very true then,,, that growing old is lonely.  And these has opened ou eyes, to remind everyone, to take care of your olds, while we still can.  All because of these three old ladies she visited last April.

I can't believe Il Divo said it all...

Mama thank you for who I am, thank you for all the things I'm not

Forgive me for the words unsaid, for the times I forgot

Mama remember all my life you showed me love, you sacrificed

Think of those young and early days how I've changed along the way

And I know you believed and I know you had dreams

And I'm sorry it took all this time to see

That I am where I am because of your truth

And I miss you, yeah I miss you

Mama forgive the times you cried, forgive me for not making right

All of the storms I may have caused and I've been wrong

Dry your eyes, Dry your eyes

'Cause I know you believed and I know you had dreams

And I'm sorry it took all this time to see

That I am where I am because of your truth

And I miss you, I miss you

Mama I hope this makes you smile, I hope you're happy with my life

At peace with every choice I made how I've changed along the way

'Cause I know you believed in all of my dreams

And I owe it all to you , mama.

[from http://www.zonelyrics.net/lyrics/i/Il-Divo/Mama.html]

A Short Lullabye

Sleep na, baby ko;

Tulog na, baby ko'

Close eyes, baby ko;

Bait, baby ko.

Dapal-dapalay

Dapal-dapalay, nganong hingsalay?

Hingsalay kay baha man.

Baha? Wah mangayam...

Mangayam, babuyan!

Babuyan? Wah manghatag...

Manghatag nga gamaya rah man!

Gamay? Dakog tingog...

Tungod sa gabiing malanog.

[one of those nonsense (but somehow with sense) rhymes
taught to kids in the visayas region...
makes me wonder if kids these days still know this]

Not just a lullabye

Buhi sa kanunay ug 'di ko hikalimtan

Ang gugmang gibati ko, mingturok ning dughan

Bisag giyam-iran, bisan ug gitamay

Mulambo ug mulipang kay

Ang gugmang matuod 'di mamatay

Tuhui intawon ako, salig sa gisaad ko

Gugma kining wa'y pagkalaya

Bisag ibanlas sa luha

Kung ang kasing-kasing ko sa palad sakiton

Didto sa kalangitan ako kang paabuton.

[an old visayan song that continues to haunt me]

Recuerdo

Lazy days of summer

basket full of fruits, and sweet-smelling flowers .

days... spent on outings, travel, discovering new friends.

forty-seven summers ago

i met a city boy named Nario, a grandson of my Lola's friend

he was already in high school while we were still in the elementary

he knows so many things

that we always listen to his stories

without even questioning him if it's true or not.

he was a good runner

and we could not race against him, no matter what

he could also swim... not afraid to meet the big waves by the sea... frolicking

He could also climb trees, from guavas, to tambis, to balimbings and macopas,

we made little ellises out of jackfruit leaves

and balls and watches of out coconut leaves, too'

in the afternoons, we take turns in grating coconuts for our merienda

beco, binignit, majalia, suman, puto or bibingka... you name it...

these we cook and Nario learned to cook too.

Then rice harvesting came. Lola asked us to help in the ricefields,

A walk in the rice paddies is something new for Nario

we were laughing as he stumble every now and then, mud up to his knee.

Cutting the rice stalks, pounding them, gathering the grains into the sacks.

But, winnowing was my favorite task...

whistling... calling out the wind to come by as I shook the grains back and forth, by and by.

Then summer came to an end

Nario left and gave me his handkerchief as recuerdo

and all the good times we had.

More summers came

more fruits and flowers and games

but Nario has not visited us since.

Angels are messengers from God...

While attending a wedding mass one day, my mobile phone was vibrating. It was in a silent mode though. As we were seated for the homily, I discreetly opened my phone and read the message. "Emergency. Please proceed to the government hospital right after this mass. Someone is dying and he needs to see you before anything else happens".

I was so nervous. Tried to figure out who among the relatives were sick lately or any friends that were admitted to the hospital. I could not contain my confusion. Maybe this person must be a dear relative... why... of all people he has asked of me by his deathbed.

My auntie was sitting next to me in church... looking at me with questioning eyes. My hands were getting cold. But how could I tell her. I don't even know who this person is. I braved to finish the wedding ceremony. After extending our best wishes to the newly weds, I scurried my auntie outside the church and told her, "We need to go home. There is an emergency".

Arriving home, my Auntie blurted out, "Now what... we could have gone to the reception. Look, we don't even have the wedding give-aways." I couldn't argue with her anymore as I was already trembling. Then I told her. "Someone is dying in the hospital and he is asking for me... myself... he wants see me personally. But, honestly, I don't know who this person is."

We proceeded to the hospital without even changing our creamy white church dress. Asking the Information nurse, we were directed to the Communicable Diseases ward. At the back of my mind, there was some hesitation... but because this person has asked for me... never mind.

It was almost dark and the ward was empty except for one bed in the corner. As we approached nearer, I saw a thin old man sleeping in a fetal position. He was hard of breathing. Then he opened his eyes... and looked at us. Horrorified... looking at us intently, he said his prayers aloud. "Lord, I am ready to go. Thank you for the angels you sent me." Then he closed his eyes. Oh my God, who could he could he be. Now, he is already gone, how could I ask him.

These were the thoughts running in my mind, when suddenly, someone was tapped my shoulder. She introduced herself as the guardian of the patient.

I asked her, who is this person and why did she asked for me. She answered, your name was in his diary and he instructed me to look for you. Then, the lady asked me, "when did you arrive... did you take the boat or the plane? I answered, "no, I live here. I was in church when I received your call. Then , it was the lady's turn to look at me intently, and exclaimed..."Sorry.. . I am really sorry, Maam. You are not the person that he is looking for. He was asking for his first wife, an old one, like him. There was a misunderstanding... maybe because you have the same first name. Ahhhhhhh.......

On our way home, we were silent... then my auntie asked, "why did that guddam person mistook us for angels?" Recovering from shock.....remembering... we look at our church dresses... then we burst out laughing..... until we almost lost our breath. That was one incident I could not forget in my whole life.

Dignity or Life?

It was a chilly morning in the island.

I stood closely beside my Papa watching the funeral of my grandfather. In a deafening silence, i could hear whispers among the crowd, describing what a good man my Lolo was. He fought during WWII, yet, many of then believed he has able to stack up one sack of paper bills during those times.

My curiousity led me up to the attic that afternoon and look for that sack and opened it.

To my surprise... all that was in there were his magic paraphernalia... no paper bills! These people were wrong!!! Grossly wrong!!! All these years, they thought my Lolo was otherwise... But he proved them wrong until last few days of his life.

Yes, my Lolo was a magician! Summer afternoons, all grandchildren will be up on the attic entertained by different magic. I could hear the echoes of our ooohhhssss... and aaahhhsss...mesmerized by the magic unfolding one after the other. My mind was wandering afar.... reminiscing those days we spent with him. All of a sudden, i hear the sound of warning siren ... a boat is about to leave. Papa called up. "Hurry up, this is the last boat that will take us to the mainland."

Then we began to sail... pangs of loneliness suddenly sets in. i took a seat by the boatfront, where i could gaze my Lolo's house... getting smaller... dwarfed by the mountains... until i could see it no more.

Sigh... How people can be fickle sometimes. My Lolo's greatest good luck was to die at the right time.

Tiny Yellow Flags

In the grade 3 class, our teacher announced that we will have an important visitor the next day, February 22. To welcome him, we will prepare tiny flags using yellow paper. That night, I tossed in my sleep, wondering who is our visitor? What does he look like? I already imagined our town plaza teeming with people, schoolchildren in front waving their tiny flags. After a few minutes, I finally said my bedtime prayers. But then, my mind was wondering again.... Maybe he has some good news to tell us ..or maybe he just want to visit his flock. Him, being the highest officer in the Catholic church as we were told. That made me more excited ..

Morning came, I woke up early, wore my best school uniform. Right after lunch, we were told to proceed to the town plaza and wait there for the visitor to arrive at exactly 3 o"clock in the afternoon. We braved the heat of the sun, squinting our eyes.. continually asking our teacher for the time. Until it was 2:45pm. The crowd began singing a song..all of a sudden, my heart began to beat wildly... excitement was covered with sudden loneliness ..and.I feel like crying...

In the sea of people, I could see my Uncle Prospero from afar .. he seemed to be looking for someone. So, I called out to him and he went straight to me. Without saying anything, he scooped me out from the crowd . We boarded his bike ... straight to the local hospital. Upon climbing the steps, he clasped my hands firmly and whispered, your Mama wants to see you. I ran straight to her room. There I saw Papa already fainting and was made to lie on the other bed. Kneeling down.... i slowly touched my Mama on the check, and was about to kiss her. But then she grabbed me close... holding me tight... tighter and tighter... until I could cry. Then ... she let go of her hold... Only then, it dawned on me... that it was already goodbye... and she will never come back again..

Tears were blurring my eyes... but still, I could see the tiny yellow flags scattered on the floor. I missed to see the Cardinal in person, but i am more than happy to hug my mom for the last time.

nanay trying to be techie

of course we shouldn't stop learning.
this is how it is...small baby steps but
soon i'd learn. soon. soon.