Angsts and Answered Prayers at the U.P. Chapel

I attended mass at the Parish of the Holy Sacrifice in UP Diliman last Sunday. In my kumpare’s blog Shooting Churches, Eating Noodles I commented that this was where I once prayed fervently and God/ Jesus gave me exactly what I asked Him too. This was, however not the reason why I was in Metro Manila last Sunday. I made luwas because I had to pick-up my Konica Minolta digicam from the repair shop in Hidalgo St. I hitched a ride with my nephews who were attending their sister’s rice store blessing in Laguna. My husband went with them but I decided not to join them. I told them I’ll wander off a bit and smell the air of Quezon City.

Since it was too early to go to SM North EDSA (TRINOMA wasn’t there yet in 2003, my last year in QC before deciding to resettle in the province), I decided to take the FX to PHILCOA and visit my Alma Mater. I also remembered that it was Sunday so I texted my husband and told him I’m attending Mass at UP.

Born On the Days of July

My hubby and I were born on July. I, on July 9 and he on the 15th. I was born three years ahead of him so even if we’re both Cancerians, I am a Rat and he is a Rabbit.

We celebrated on different weekends this year. My family came over two weekends ago and we went to Clark on Saturday for some shopping and to make pasyal the kids. Too bad, I didn’t have my digicam yet. The hubby can’t come as he was busy manning our rice store. On Sunday, we had some spaghetti, soup, softdrinks and lots of stories. The spaghetti was cooked by my youngest brother. While we were in Puregold in Clark, he told me he’ll cook some for my birthday as long as I buy all the ingredients. Shoot! (meaning: agreed). It wasn’t everyday that he offers his culinary skills. I bought the curly pasta and some tube macaroni. Not all of my kids like spaghetti. Raia, my middle child, doesn’t like ‘em. Everytime there’s a birthday party in her class, she gives her spaghetti to friends or classmates. This is why I asked the yaya to cook some chicken macaroni soup too. I am culinary-challenged so I had to ask the yaya to cook a simple food like a macaroni soup,

 

My Konica Minolta Has Been Brought Back To Life

Hooray!! I want to dance the dance of Joy! My old digicam has been given a second chance at life and with this is the revival of my photography career minus the thousands of pesos needed to buy a Nikon D40.

Morning VS Afternoon Session

We’re on the third week of school and my kids are both in the afternoon session. Classes start at 12:30 pm. For my eldest, classes end at 5:00 pm while for the second, it ends at 3:00 pm. When I learned of this schedule, I thought it’s better because I’ll have the time to at least check on their homeworks and tutor them a bit before I go to work. There won’t be any rush hours in the morning. Three school years ago, my eldest daughter and I suffered too much stress because I enrolled her in the city where I work and the trip takes about an hour by bus. Her classes start at 10:00 and I have to be at work at 9:00am. She was 4 years old then and since we had to leave at 8:00 am I had to wake her up at 6:00 or 7:00. Poor girl, she had regular bouts of respiratory illnesses because of that. The following year, I transferred her to our town’s Montessori school. It was far modest by the city’s standard but more child-friendly and caring than them. Most all, my daughter wouldn’t have to wake up at 6:00 am.