Twofold

Surprises also come in twofold – wonder and shock.

More than a week earlier, little lady Kay went to the stage to earn a few minutes applause being included in the list. She had known from the past semester that she did good but never expected that she would be recognized on stage because nobody told her. Yea, yea, it is a short timed moment of praise. Nobody would have even remembered that she once ‘graced’ that platform. But you know how it is with parents. It is more our moment than hers.

A week after, the symptoms began. The quiescence and the fever started to crush the vibrant little lady Kay. The whole week after the recognition, the fever was on and off. The paracetamol was incapable of defeating the fever. On the fifth day, she was already crying because of intense headache and worse feeling of quiescence. She was immediately brought to the hospital. It is heartbreaking and scary for us, the parents.

Coming home is little lady Kay’s wish after staying in the hospital for almost three days. She was crying on the second day and had become vulnerable probably because of boredom and inactivity. I can relate so much because I was with her most of the time. And inactivity kills. A respite in a hospital is not a good suggestion for a break from it all.

I hope she had learned her lessons well while in the hospital. Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite (Ivan Turgeney). I knew that hearing Dra. C*’s stories about the ordeal of the young women they have been assisting taught her about the value of womanhood. I knew she would never want to go back to the hospital, and that she has to take care of herself, too: drink plenty, plenty of water, avoid street foods, have enough rest, rest when feeling tired, stop when needed. I knew, too, she did not enjoy having a limited privacy. She was like imprisoned with the IV and immobile because of the painful antibiotic injected intravenously.

She was diagnosed with nonspecific systemic viral illness. Should I be thankful it was not dengue or typhoid fever? No, never. No one will ever want to stay in the hospital even if it’s as comfortable as a comfy suite, I bet, or even if the walls are decorated with entertaining animal pictures.

Would you wanna know what we all learned from the news today? It is from Ripley’s.

Twofold

Surprises also come in twofold – wonder and shock.

More than a week earlier, little lady Kay went to the stage to earn a few minutes applause being included in the list. She had known from the past semester that she did good but never expected that she would be recognized on stage because nobody told her. Yea, yea, it is a short timed moment of praise. Nobody would have even remembered that she once ‘graced’ that platform. But you know how it is with parents. It is more our moment than hers.

A week after, the symptoms began. The quiescence and the fever started to crush the vibrant little lady Kay. The whole week after the recognition, the fever was on and off. The paracetamol was incapable of defeating the fever. On the fifth day, she was already crying because of intense headache and worse feeling of quiescence. She was immediately brought to the hospital. It is heartbreaking and scary for us, the parents.

Coming home is little lady Kay’s wish after staying in the hospital for almost three days. She was crying on the second day and had become vulnerable probably because of boredom and inactivity. I can relate so much because I was with her most of the time. And inactivity kills. A respite in a hospital is not a good suggestion for a break from it all.

I hope she had learned her lessons well while in the hospital. Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite (Ivan Turgeney). I knew that hearing Dra. C*’s stories about the ordeal of the young women they have been assisting taught her about the value of womanhood. I knew she would never want to go back to the hospital, and that she has to take care of herself, too: drink plenty, plenty of water, avoid street foods, have enough rest, rest when feeling tired, stop when needed. I knew, too, she did not enjoy having a limited privacy. She was like imprisoned with the IV and immobile because of the painful antibiotic injected intravenously.

She was diagnosed with nonspecific systemic viral illness. Should I be thankful it was not dengue or typhoid fever? No, never. No one will ever want to stay in the hospital even if it’s as comfortable as a comfy suite, I bet, or even if the walls are decorated with entertaining animal pictures.

Would you wanna know what we all learned from the news today? It is from Ripley’s.

Bow!

I find it odd that a friend of my daughter does the repetitive bowing each time we meet. Each time he safely brings her home and I meet them at the door, he does this seemingly incessant bows accompanied by a greeting. When he leaves, he does the same. Sometimes he does the short, repetitive, and crisp bows. There was a time, I remember, that he bowed at a deeper angle. It was like a mannerism actually. I had already asked my daughter if his parents are Japanese. Not one is a pure Japanese. But his father and a relative works in Japan I was told. His grandmother has a very little percentage of Japanese blood. Those do not explain why he acts in that manner. But could it be that the guru is the grandma?

I don’t have anything against the young man, and this is not gossiping (my dear daughter, this is not, because I am not from showbiz he he). This is not a telltale also. The thing is, I haven’t met anybody who greets that way, and leaves that way, too. There is a bonus with the gesture actually – an almost shy but sincere smile.

Because of that, I surfed for the facts about the act. I snatched some from Wikipedia, and I find them very informative:

• – a bow is a social gesture used to show politeness or courtesy
• – prominent in China, Korea and Japan
• – originated as a gesture of subordination
• – bowing is not only reserved for greeting, but it is also a gesture of respect
• – different bows are used for apologies and gratitude
• – some bows are used to express humility, sincerity, remorse, and deference
• – some bows are used in traditional arts and religious ceremonies
• – bows are generally divided into 3 types: informal, formal and very formal

The young man’s handsome face surely reads that I find the gesture weird and at the same time fascinating. I am sure he does it out of respect and to show courtesy. A plus point?? 😀

Just to share something for the day. Bow!

Bow!

I find it odd that a friend of my daughter does the repetitive bowing each time we meet. Each time he safely brings her home and I meet them at the door, he does this seemingly incessant bows accompanied by a greeting. When he leaves, he does the same. Sometimes he does the short, repetitive, and crisp bows. There was a time, I remember, that he bowed at a deeper angle. It was like a mannerism actually. I had already asked my daughter if his parents are Japanese. Not one is a pure Japanese. But his father and a relative works in Japan I was told. His grandmother has a very little percentage of Japanese blood. Those do not explain why he acts in that manner. But could it be that the guru is the grandma?

I don’t have anything against the young man, and this is not gossiping (my dear daughter, this is not, because I am not from showbiz he he). This is not a telltale also. The thing is, I haven’t met anybody who greets that way, and leaves that way, too. There is a bonus with the gesture actually – an almost shy but sincere smile.

Because of that, I surfed for the facts about the act. I snatched some from Wikipedia, and I find them very informative:

• – a bow is a social gesture used to show politeness or courtesy
• – prominent in China, Korea and Japan
• – originated as a gesture of subordination
• – bowing is not only reserved for greeting, but it is also a gesture of respect
• – different bows are used for apologies and gratitude
• – some bows are used to express humility, sincerity, remorse, and deference
• – some bows are used in traditional arts and religious ceremonies
• – bows are generally divided into 3 types: informal, formal and very formal

The young man’s handsome face surely reads that I find the gesture weird and at the same time fascinating. I am sure he does it out of respect and to show courtesy. A plus point?? 😀

Just to share something for the day. Bow!

Secrets Revealed According to Her

Secrets revealed according to her. Because of a post by her and by him, I decided to update my long forgotten blog in Filipino. I decided to change the domain name. I first exported the contents of the old Sa Aming Wika to the new one. It was not really difficult. The process involved only a few clicks.

The reason why I did this is to gain access to the blogroll which does not function in the old Sa Aming Wika. I don’t know why this is so.

😦

My recent post in the new Sa Aming Wika talks about secrets. It dwelt on the question – Are you going to tell a secret to somebody or keep it to yourself? If you like to read the post you can visit the site here -> Sa Aming Wika. But if you like to answer the question here, please feel free to do so.

Secrets Revealed According to Her

Secrets revealed according to her. Because of a post by her and by him, I decided to update my long forgotten blog in Filipino. I decided to change the domain name. I first exported the contents of the old Sa Aming Wika to the new one. It was not really difficult. The process involved only a few clicks.

The reason why I did this is to gain access to the blogroll which does not function in the old Sa Aming Wika. I don’t know why this is so.

😦

My recent post in the new Sa Aming Wika talks about secrets. It dwelt on the question – Are you going to tell a secret to somebody or keep it to yourself? If you like to read the post you can visit the site here -> Sa Aming Wika. But if you like to answer the question here, please feel free to do so.

Over-indulgence is a sin

Another little drink wouldn’t do us any harm.

– Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)

Warning:  Men can be faced with rape charges doing it with drunk women.  See the news.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon.

– Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)

Warning:  Obese women can put their health and their children’s at risk during pregnancy.  See the news.

Children, in general, are overclothed and overfed. To these causes, I impute most of their diseases.

– William Cadogan (1711 – 1797)

Warning: Children’s clothing doesn’t have to be offensive to be stylish.  See more of the news.

Nothing is more fatal to Health, than an over Care of it.

– Benjamin Franklin (1706 – 1790)

Warning:  Over-indulgence to health information on the internet can fuel hypochondria. See more of the news.

Minds like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.

– Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)

Warning: Idleness can lead to drug abuse and delinquency among youth.  See the news.

Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.

– Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

Warning: Disregard for safe sex practices results to the rise of sexually transmitted diseases. More of the news.

Over-indulgence is a sin

Another little drink wouldn’t do us any harm.

– Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964)

Warning:  Men can be faced with rape charges doing it with drunk women.  See the news.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon.

– Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)

Warning:  Obese women can put their health and their children’s at risk during pregnancy.  See the news.

Children, in general, are overclothed and overfed. To these causes, I impute most of their diseases.

– William Cadogan (1711 – 1797)

Warning: Children’s clothing doesn’t have to be offensive to be stylish.  See more of the news.

Nothing is more fatal to Health, than an over Care of it.

– Benjamin Franklin (1706 – 1790)

Warning:  Over-indulgence to health information on the internet can fuel hypochondria. See more of the news.

Minds like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.

– Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870)

Warning: Idleness can lead to drug abuse and delinquency among youth.  See the news.

Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.

– Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

Warning: Disregard for safe sex practices results to the rise of sexually transmitted diseases. More of the news.

For Papsie on Valentine’s Day

Sonnets from the Portuguese, No. 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861)

British poet.

Walking with a physically challenged man along the streets must be shameful and painful for some. But the wife trudges along with him happily, holding hands or a hand on one arm of his. Sometimes he jested, “Enough of the stares, I am not a celebrity.” Or “They must have seen a stroke victim only now.” The wife stares back silently at people who stares confused, or smirks satisfactorily, or gapes surprisingly. This is their life, their everyday life. It took sometime for some people to understand that there is nothing extraordinary about the whole thing. It is but their unconditional love for each other that keeps them together.

Choosing a possible ‘brilliant’ future with another versus the uncertain time with an indisposed beloved may be truly difficult. The wife chose to stay with the person who had made her whole, and had given her the importance and self-realization she knows she can’t get from another. It was a gift for such a wonderful person who chose to drift with life’s unstable waves still with a smile.

This is my story with Papsie.

And to everybody who also has a love story to share, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

For Papsie on Valentine’s Day

Sonnets from the Portuguese, No. 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861)

British poet.

Walking with a physically challenged man along the streets must be shameful and painful for some. But the wife trudges along with him happily, holding hands or a hand on one arm of his. Sometimes he jested, “Enough of the stares, I am not a celebrity.” Or “They must have seen a stroke victim only now.” The wife stares back silently at people who stares confused, or smirks satisfactorily, or gapes surprisingly. This is their life, their everyday life. It took sometime for some people to understand that there is nothing extraordinary about the whole thing. It is but their unconditional love for each other that keeps them together.

Choosing a possible ‘brilliant’ future with another versus the uncertain time with an indisposed beloved may be truly difficult. The wife chose to stay with the person who had made her whole, and had given her the importance and self-realization she knows she can’t get from another. It was a gift for such a wonderful person who chose to drift with life’s unstable waves still with a smile.

This is my story with Papsie.

And to everybody who also has a love story to share, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

"Were You Pumped Up?"

That was Papsie’s question to Daryl when we came home from the JS Prom last Saturday (February 10). No was the quick answer, turning his head left and right in mock disapproval. Papsie did not surrender and pursue his questioning which to Daryl was another of “the darnest things”.

My son is more than a year younger than the usual age of boys in the third year high. Observing him there proved to me that he is a little ‘different’ from his classmates who tried their best to look ‘maporma’ for the girls. There was no vain attempt whatsoever from him to win any of the beautiful girls’ attention. But he was indeed very excited to look for his friends. More than anything else, he was excited about the venue. This time, he was not an old soul trapped in a young man’s body. He was an excited kid.

What is amusing about us parents is the way we treat the girls from the boys. We treat the girls most of the time with overprotectiveness, and we tend to be more trusting and lenient with the boys. I have noticed this to most fathers (and mothers, too) who seem to want to shove their sons to getting a girl, while at the same time, restricting the girls to go out with boys. Just one of my silly observations but this is quite true to some.

Now I throw the questions to the ‘boys’, were you pumped up during your prom night?

“Were You Pumped Up?”

That was Papsie’s question to Daryl when we came home from the JS Prom last Saturday (February 10). No was the quick answer, turning his head left and right in mock disapproval. Papsie did not surrender and pursue his questioning which to Daryl was another of “the darnest things”.

My son is more than a year younger than the usual age of boys in the third year high. Observing him there proved to me that he is a little ‘different’ from his classmates who tried their best to look ‘maporma’ for the girls. There was no vain attempt whatsoever from him to win any of the beautiful girls’ attention. But he was indeed very excited to look for his friends. More than anything else, he was excited about the venue. This time, he was not an old soul trapped in a young man’s body. He was an excited kid.

What is amusing about us parents is the way we treat the girls from the boys. We treat the girls most of the time with overprotectiveness, and we tend to be more trusting and lenient with the boys. I have noticed this to most fathers (and mothers, too) who seem to want to shove their sons to getting a girl, while at the same time, restricting the girls to go out with boys. Just one of my silly observations but this is quite true to some.

Now I throw the questions to the ‘boys’, were you pumped up during your prom night?

The Bossa Nova Music Genre

The first time I listened to it at a music store at SM, I fell in love with the music. It was a kind that you would get entranced. So I got my first bossa nova album at only P150 – The Bossa Nova Experience, and then bought again the second album – Another Bossa Nova Experience, which I like better than the first because of the familiar songs in it. Here’s an excerpt from the albums about the bossa music genre:

bossa nova, n.

1. A style of popular Brazilian music derived from the samba but with more melodic and harmonic complexity and less emphasis on percussion.
2. A lively Brazilian dance that is similar to the samba.

 

[Portuguese: bossa, trend + nova, new]

 

It was in the late 1950s during a period of political change and economical growth when the Bossa Nova sound first came to life. Off the beachside districts, Copacabana and Ipanema, in Riod de Janeiro where middle-class students/musicians invented this style of Brazilian music which could be translated as the ‘new beat’ or the ‘new way’…

If you want to read more about it, you can visit this page . It will tell you more. The list below consists of the songs from the albums I fell in love with:

A Bossa Nova Experience

1. A Certain Sadness

2. One Note Samba

3. Call me

4. The Trouble with Hello is Goodbye

5. The Shadow of Your Smile

6. I Wish You Love

7. Fly Me to the Moon

8. Night and Day

9. Shaker Song

10. Love City

11. Hey Look at the Sun

12. Here’s that Rainy Day

13. Day by Day

14. Like a Lover

15. Meditation

16. Where is the Love

17. Put a Little Love Away

18. Wave

Another Bossa Nova Experience

1. So Nice

2. If

3. Waters of March

4. Terminal

5. Traces

6. Walk on By

7. Don’t Worry ‘Bout a Thing

8. So Many Stars

9. It Takes Too Long

10. Love is Stronger Far Than We

11. Killing Me Softly with His Song

12. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

13. Didn’t We

14. Don’t Know Why

15. If I Ever Loose This Heaven

The songs were sung by Isabella Ortega. Believe me, her voice is truly enigmatic. The rendition of the classical songs will take you to another dimension, very good for meditation or bringing yourself off to sleep or relaxation with a lullaby.

I am not really a fan of classical music but this bossa nova gave something to the old classical tunes that I could not resist. It was like adding a little MSG while cooking food and presto, an enhanced delicious foodstuff. Forgive me if there is fallacy in my statement, but this is what I think is the easiest way to compare the joy of listening to the bossa nova music.

The Bossa Nova Music Genre

The first time I listened to it at a music store at SM, I fell in love with the music. It was a kind that you would get entranced. So I got my first bossa nova album at only P150 – The Bossa Nova Experience, and then bought again the second album – Another Bossa Nova Experience, which I like better than the first because of the familiar songs in it. Here’s an excerpt from the albums about the bossa music genre:

bossa nova, n.

1. A style of popular Brazilian music derived from the samba but with more melodic and harmonic complexity and less emphasis on percussion.
2. A lively Brazilian dance that is similar to the samba.

 

[Portuguese: bossa, trend + nova, new]

 

It was in the late 1950s during a period of political change and economical growth when the Bossa Nova sound first came to life. Off the beachside districts, Copacabana and Ipanema, in Riod de Janeiro where middle-class students/musicians invented this style of Brazilian music which could be translated as the ‘new beat’ or the ‘new way’…

If you want to read more about it, you can visit this page . It will tell you more. The list below consists of the songs from the albums I fell in love with:

A Bossa Nova Experience

1. A Certain Sadness

2. One Note Samba

3. Call me

4. The Trouble with Hello is Goodbye

5. The Shadow of Your Smile

6. I Wish You Love

7. Fly Me to the Moon

8. Night and Day

9. Shaker Song

10. Love City

11. Hey Look at the Sun

12. Here’s that Rainy Day

13. Day by Day

14. Like a Lover

15. Meditation

16. Where is the Love

17. Put a Little Love Away

18. Wave

Another Bossa Nova Experience

1. So Nice

2. If

3. Waters of March

4. Terminal

5. Traces

6. Walk on By

7. Don’t Worry ‘Bout a Thing

8. So Many Stars

9. It Takes Too Long

10. Love is Stronger Far Than We

11. Killing Me Softly with His Song

12. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

13. Didn’t We

14. Don’t Know Why

15. If I Ever Loose This Heaven

The songs were sung by Isabella Ortega. Believe me, her voice is truly enigmatic. The rendition of the classical songs will take you to another dimension, very good for meditation or bringing yourself off to sleep or relaxation with a lullaby.

I am not really a fan of classical music but this bossa nova gave something to the old classical tunes that I could not resist. It was like adding a little MSG while cooking food and presto, an enhanced delicious foodstuff. Forgive me if there is fallacy in my statement, but this is what I think is the easiest way to compare the joy of listening to the bossa nova music.

You’re in Public!

 

Cartoon courtesy of Cartoon Stock.

Do you often pick your nose in public?

This afternoon, on my way home, at the overpass, I saw this vendor in the act of slipping his hand inside his shorts. His behind must be itchy, or he liked the feel of sliding his hand down his rear. Which reminds me one time when Papsie was also in the same act and I remember telling him, “Papsie, you’re in public!” How he laughed, and replied, “Caught in the act!”

But I wonder how many of the bloggers in Bloglandia are guilty of these unseemly pleasures done in public – picking the nose, scratching the behind, ‘shifting the gears’, picking leftovers between the teeth, and many other ‘inappropriate’ acts we may be aware or unaware of doing.

Tell me, is the word unethical applicable?