Quoting Jun Lozada

Jun Lozada has said a lot and I salute him for that. In this age of SMS and internet, no one should be allowed to keep one’s mouth shut especially if it is for a greater good, if it was for the TRUTH. As Filipinos, I believe there’s a Jun Lozada in all of us: a tinge of corruption, a number of mistakes, a dose of wit. But most importantly, like the Filipino in him, we have a conscience, the courage and the heroism to end the forces that is keeping us in the dark.

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If there is one good output from the weeks of senate hearing on the ZTE-NBN deal, it would be a publication of quotable quotes from the man himself, Jun Lozada. At least it’s not another book of text jokes and definitely not a compilation of terrible English statements. As I told my colleague, “The headlines rolling underneath one’s TV screen can be changed frequently to quote him. Everything he says is pang-headline.” A Book of Quotes by Jun Lozada? Why not and I am serious.

My First Blog Birthday

It was my first blog birthday yesterday and I almost forgot all about it. It was a good thing I never forgot any of my children’s first birthdays. In fact, I am the kind of mom who plans months ahead of their first (and second, and third and so on and so forth birthdays).

Define Love

Remember when we were in elementary (grades 5-6) and we were swapping slam notebooks with our girl classmates? In that age of raging pubescent hormones, we were asked about our ambitions, motto, chums, favorite color, tv shows, songs, etc. But of course, one of the most interesting information in those pretty and scented notepads are the questions, “Define Love” and “Who is your crush/love?”

Hard as I tried, I no longer remember what my definition of love was then. I am not one to quote from the bible, books or songhits. I often write a definition of my own. So while everyone say “Love is patient and kind”, I’ll write something like “Love is a wonderful feeling for somebody special.” Many years and subjects of affections later, I have grown and learned to accept that we can not and must not define love. If we do, that wonderful feeling gets boxed in a statement of must’s and must not’s and that is contrary to everything that is love.

In That Room: A Lovestruck Entry

When I first read Noemi’s Lovestruck Writing Contest, memories of my first love struck moment came flooding back. I felt like Harry Potter falling into Dumbledore’s pensieve, landing into a room of a men’s dormitory in a state university.

It was a holiday, 18 years ago. For lack of better and cheaper things to do (besides studying that is), me, my sisses and some brods decided to celebrate Gat Andres Bonifacio’s birthday. We bought some beer and pulutan and stayed inside a dormitory room. Three of its four occupants were my brods and their beds were placed side by side. The fourth bed was located on the other side of the room. So the three beds became our papag, a table-chair-bed rolled into one. We sat there forming a circle and in the middle was our feast. I was seated cross-legged near the foot of the middle bed. I was facing one of the brods who had the wall against his back. To my left is a sis and if I face her, I get a clean view of the door opening if somebody enters. And someone did enter! There was no knocking. Only a clicking of keys and turning of the doorknob. When I heard the sound, I quickly looked up to see who came in and lo and behold, it was the most handsome guy I ever saw!

PMN Fam Pics: Straight

My attempt at straight-ness: From left to right: daughter no.1 going for a straight slide, daughter no. 2 holds on longer to the rods (which are not straight but the green wooden bars are) and me with son, keeping him from going straight to the dust.

Clothes Your Lolas Wear

My daughter is a member of their school’s Kiddie Dance Troupe. They were asked to perform an intermission number at the streetdance during the parish’ celebration of the Feast of Sto. Nino last January 20. No, they did not perform an ati-atihan or a folk dance. Participants to the contests from each barangay did that. Their dance may seem out of place for the occassion, but it was entertaining and had most of the adults of my age nodding their heads and tapping their feet. It was a 70s dance medley to the tune of The Twist, theme songs from the movie Grease, and Peaches and Herb’s Shake Your Groove Thing.

I didn’t know what their costume would be but when I went to their school and check, voila!

I told her and the rest of the girls, “Ay! Ang gaganda nyo naman. You all look like your lolas in the 70s. They all wear those clothes. Puro mini-skirt!”. They giggled. I realized, maybe they can’t imagine lola wearing shorty short skirts like their costume. The school directress backed me up and said, “That’s true and they don’t even wear shorts like you do now. Panty lang.” That brought the house down. The girls laughed.

Now this photo is a shot that I took of my daughter while waiting for their turn to dance.

Doesn’t she remind you of someone very popular in the 1970s? Who else, but Linda Carter… the WONDER WOMAN. Luckily I found several videos in youtube. Check it out…