Sunday, March 23, 2008

To be a Woman



There is eminence in being a woman. And this trait is propelled by her desire to live her life to the fullest, setting her goals while being mindful of her surroundings; achieving her dreams without abandoning an attitude of just taking care of herself.

To be a woman is to recognize success with humility, to face challenges with generosity of spirit, to conquer the world with magnanimity.

In her everyday endeavor, a woman uses her heart to discern what is best for her and for the people she loves; her mind, to pre-gauge the impact of her choice; and her soul, to keep her afloat with all the things life has to offer.
~ Bum D. Tenorio Jr

Don't you think that was a pretty good description of us women? I don't think I could add anymore to that.

This is my salute to all the wonderful women of the world. I salute all my women friends, my grandmothers, my sister and most of all my mom.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by loving. ~ Anais Nin

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Holy Week



This Holy Week I was once again immersed in our family tradition of the "Pabasa" (the Passion of Christ is sang by believers). Here's a picture of our Nazareno (Jesus carrying the cross). The Nazareno, "Mamong" as we so fondly call him was owned by my family for more than 150 years already. It was passed on from generation after generation and we still continue to do this tradition until today.

It starts Holy Wednesday when we would prepare the Karosa where the statue of the Nazareno is held together with Simon carrying a big black cross. A "live" station of the Cross is commemorated along the streets.

When I was much younger the whole clan, mostly the female ones, would be busy in the kitchen cutting away vegetables, peeling potatos, washing plates and kitchen utensils. The kids would be assigned to put sampaguitas in long sticks for the karosa. The male members of the family would be busy preparing the sound system and the altar where it will all happen. Everyone has a role to play, no one was left out, even the little ones. I remembered looking forward to this time of the year because it was also a time where I would meet my cousins again and we would have a great time.

Many people would come over my grandmother's house. Mostly people from the church, our parish priest, bishops, nuns and yup even politicians.



After the karosa has been decorated and the 14 miniature crosses distributed to other houses after the mass our family will be hosting the yearly "live" Station of the Cross along the streets. Before we walked barefoot along the streets as a form of sacrifice. But I guess things have changed a lot as well.



It was was more real to me back then, His passion and His pains. The Holy Week when I was little was more holier than it is now. I remember my grandmother and my aunts teaching us, mostly six-year-olds how to cook, cut vegetables and become very helpful in the kitchen. We were taught not to play, not to laugh so much and be very quiet mostly all throughout the week - as a form of sacrifice.

Today I saw the week as a respite from work, when I could clean the house, remove stuff from the refrigerator, spend time with my family and catch up on some reading and probably watch some DVDs. If my grandma and aunts would see us now they would probably turn in their graves at the way we spend the "HOLY Week". But then for me being with the family is a Holy time. It's a time where I remember that this is the reason why I am alive, the very reason I breath and the very reason why I want to wake up and face the day again tomorrow.


"It is not how much you do, but how much love you put in the doing."

Hope you guys have a peaceful Holy Week.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Simple Truths


Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key. ~ Alan Bennett

Got this from my sister and thought I should share them with you.

I Believe ...

That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

That you can keep going, long after you think you can't.

That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

That the people you care about most in life are taken from you much too soon.

That life is more precious than money will ever be able to be.

“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.” ~ James Dean

Friday, March 07, 2008

Away from Home



It's 2:44am. I have been tossing and turning in my hotel bed for the past four hours. I have been sitting up, fluffing my pillows, pulling up the bedsheets, pulling down the bedsheets, getting into various angles and position but I just can't seem to find the perfect spot. It's not happening. Arrrggggh I give up! I just can't sleep. Why oh why didn't I bring my laptop with me? I am soooooo longing to be in my bed right now. I miss my disorganized room, those familiar homey sounds, I miss my daughters, I miss my honey, I miss home.

I stood outside the small verandah in my room overlooking the streets. The city looked quiet and sleepy. Boy! how I long to be asleep myself. Maybe it was the capuccino I had earlier in the evening at Candy's Resto. As pretty and huge as my hotel room may seem, it only makes me long more and more to be in mine (sigh). It's hard enough being away from my kids over night and since my flight was cancelled due to bad weather I had to stay here another day. Poof! Don't get me wrong this is not really a bad place to be. On the contrary it was surprisingly a very happening place.

I had the best two nights in the city. The first night our host took us out to dinner at this place called Sentro 1850. It was a cozy restaurant, nice ambience and the food was delicious! Not to mention affordable too! I felt bad not having brought any camera with me and I was a little too shy to take pics of our food for my blog using my cellphone. I ordered this shrimp chili pasta and I loved it! They had huge servings. We also had baked mussels with melted cheese on top, crunchy squid and this huge crab salad with mango and wasabe dressing. After that, we were taken to Cafe Berde at the Mallberry Suites, I had espresso macchiato con tsokolate. It was simply the best!

Espresso Macchiato




Crab Salad in Wasabe Dressing



On the second day, since our flight was cancelled we had to stay in our branch office and become useful and err productive. We were not on vacation and having our flight cancelled does not give us the liberty to become tourists. We were there to work. But when the evening came it was time to have fun again. We were again invited for dinner. We had a great time at this chinese restaurant called East Wok, eat-all-you can chinese cuisine and then we had dessert and coffee at Candy's. I had this most delicious capuccino with a dash of cinnamon and this amazing cake called Tartufo - the outer part was chocolate and inside there was ice cream and nuts. Heaven was all I can recall feeling and tasting. Here are some pics I got from the web as I was not able to take some of my own.

Tartufo



Capuccino with a dash of cinammon


Apart from missing my family sooo sooo much it was not such a bad time to be away from home.

"To get away from one's working environment is, in a sense, to get away from one's self; and this is often the chief advantage of travel and change." ~ Charles Horton Cooley

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Sunday Mornings

I was supposed to watch the Maroon 5 concert come Wednesday (March 5) at the Araneta Coliseum. I have waited for months for my favorite boy band to visit my country, but sadly I have to go out of town on a business trip on the day of their concert (sigh). So I guess I would have to bid Adam, James, Jesse, Mickey and Matt good luck and I am very sure they will rock on that day!

Don't worry boys...I Won't Go Home Without You.

This is also re-post of a previous article I wrote way back in 2007.




I love Sunday mornings. It's lazy, it's lethargic and absolutely fantastic. It gives me a brief respite from the hustle and bustle of motherhood. I get to have a late breakfast, linger over my coffee, and wonder how I'll spend my sunday afternoon. Probably tinker away in my laptop and update my blog.


This particular song by Maroon 5 is from the album "Songs about Jane" pretty much describe how today feels.

Here's the lyrics of the song, you might want to sing along.

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow…


Lovely jamming with yah guys! Will catch you another time.