santa can you hear me?

As I write now, I am uploading the video of mister baby's (well, he's no longer a baby but let's stick to the alias ) christmas presentation in school yesterday. Hubby who prefers to take photos always complained that my videos are shaky. Can you blame me? I giggle when I take them, and I sing along and mouth the words to my son, even if I knew he knows the lyrics. He knows the lyrics because when I fetch him at school I sneak and eavesdrop (they practice secretly apparently to surprise the parents. Well, so much for surprises..) that way I learn of the songs and I practice him at home.

So yesterday was my feast day.

Self-proclaimed.

The feast day of the mom whose face was stuck in mirth the whole day.

Also the feast day of the mommy who giggles and sings along and fixes his son's hair in between numbers during presentations, not to mention places him in front as unnoticeably as possible so that the camera would get a better shot of him. That last one is overdoing it I know. That's why I don't look back lest I'd see the WTF looks from other parents. But, bite me. Hey, I have an excuse - I'm going to show the video to the grannies. But everyone has that in mind, dimwit. Again, bite me.

The feast day of the frantic mom whose only anxiety-driving event that could drive her crazy faster than the speed of light is when this only son is ailing. And so on and so forth.

And last but definitely one which could win me an award - the feast day of the impatient mom.

Here's how impatient I can get.

I got so excited again I had to watch the video while uploading (as if I did not take it and as if i did not watch it twice today) that YouTube had something to say.

Bite me.

brilliant

I can see moms at 0.28 express their nods of acquiescence..

women, all through, empowered.

men, most of 'em, recalcitrant.

(It is the ad I love, not the product.  That is as I speak now. We never know.)

strings attached

For a while there, I had an illusion that I was poetic. I'm dropping it now.  But the so-called poems may be back when I get to that interval again.  Forgive me in advance then.

Tonight, this one came through my dearest friend, Mistichtys. She happened to read my blog which I shamelessly advertised to a few precious friends, including her.

At one time I posted something about the movie Love in the Time of Cholera and talked about the book, Javier Bardem and Serendipity too.  I have saved a copy of Serendipity and saw the flick again after that.  Now I have the book to read.  I think I'm now in some string of Love-in-the-Time events which shall henceforth go forward from here. Like next time it would be Javier Bardem showing himself to me in person!

In the meantime, I typed in "Javier Bardem 2013" in Google.

And I got this.

via

Not so bad. Not so bad..

Oh. But this is Channing Tatum.
I know.  But his photo came up in the search.
Can't blame me.

a thief in the daylight

The flying speed woke me up

I was home

There was no crisp air to breath

Just that familiar stench

Abhorrent yet to me

Like his masterpiece to a chef.

I alighted the vehicle

Paranoia strikes in

Brain working, heavily

Adversarial, warily

But this is me

Like a thief in the daylight.

I took a cab

The dawn of day

My back straight

But not against the seat

But it fit

Like a woman to her shoe.

I slept

Cuddling the oddity

Made love to the dream

That had long time consumed me

Like a paramour to her lover.

written in Nov. 10, 2010

photo taken on Oct. 2013

S.J. City, M.M. Phl.

dear april

Why are you so perfect?
Are you even capable of failing me?
You beguile me.
You amaze me.
You bring me to my feet,
And then you carry me.
How do i react?
You are exquisite
You deny me of how a
Response be exact.
Will loving you back be ever enough?