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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I am 10:02 A.M.


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You are breakfasty, like a pile of pancakes on a Sunday morning that have just the right amount of syrup, so every bite is sweet perfection and not a soppy mess. You are a glass of orange juice that's cool, refreshing, and not overly pulpy. You are the time of day that's just right for turning the pages of a newspaper, flipping through channels, or clicking around online to get a sense of how the world changed during the night. You don't want to stumble sleepily through life, so you make a real effort to wake your brain up and get it thinking. You feel inspired to accomplish things (whether it's checking something off your to-do list or changing the world), but there's plenty of time for making things happen later in the day. First, pancakes.

 

Jadon and His Random Act of Sweetness


"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it." - Proverbs 22:6 NKJV


I was doing my usual stuff on a Wednesday afternoon, trying to meet my deadlines and stuff. I asked Ate Mary Ann if she could check what the "afternoon meryenda" was being sold at a sari-sari store nearby. Jadon, who was playing computer games at that time, asked me if he could come with his ate. So I said yes, and then Jadon, Asher and Ate Mary Ann finally left.

A few minutes later, Jadon went inside our bedroom with forks, a paper bag full of "turon" and "lumpiang gulay" and handed a yellow flower to me. He said, "mommy, sa 'yo po." (mommy, this is for you.) I was surprised and gladdened at the same time because it was a random act; something really unexpected. I realized that Jadon already knows how to show love or care with other people. I have also realized how all the efforts of setting a good example to my kids really pay off in the end.

I can tell this wouldn't be the only first and the last time he'd be doing something sweet for me, for his dad, or even for his brothers. Teacher Marise can attest to that; even his lola Susan affirms that, too.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Parenting Wisdom: "When You Thought I Wasn't Looking"

Author: Unknown


When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, 
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking, 
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked....
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things 
I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Champorado: One Man’s Leftover is Another Man’s Comfort Food Delicacy

                                                           photo credit: Matt Mendoza


Our national hero Jose Rizal may be surrounded of stories about his famous writings and his bravery, but there is more to this exclusive hero that makes his tale memorable not only to young Filipinos but to old folks alike. When Rizal was still a young Pepe, he came up with his very own chocolate porridge, also known as Champorado. Word has it that in an effort to change his rice that’s day-old into something beyond palatable, he poured a cup of Spanish hot chocolate on it and he finally had his fill of his very own Champorado. But of course, the Champorado we eat today is downright different from young Pepe’s, as his chocolate porridge is much contentious. On the other hand, it’s still a nice story to tell to young kids who wants to know the story behind this delicious and filling chocolate porridge.

The history of Champorado was traced back when Mexican traders introduced it to Filipinos during the era of Galleon trade. Some of the Mexican traders stayed in the Philippines and brought with them the recipe of “champurrado” in the Philippines. Champurrado drinks were whipped up by using “molinillo,” a wooden whisk that is rolled between the palms of one’s hands then stirred back and forth in the mixture until it is frothy and aerated. As the years passed, Filipinos have finally found ways to make the original brownish, sticky Mexican champurrado into a more Philippine Champorado by adding rice.

Champorado is chiefly made of sticky glutinous rice, or day-old rice and cocoa powder. Some people prepare it with chocolate baking bars, while others use Tablea, a dry cocoa tablet that’s used to prepare the traditional Filipino hot chocolate. The glutinous rice is poured in a cooking pot filled with boiling water and is simmered for a few minutes. Then the cocoa powder is added in the pot and is mixed continuously for several minutes. Some people add sugar to sweeten the mixture, while some opt for honey as healthy alternative in sweetening the porridge. It’s also usually topped with fresh milk or evaporated milk as a prerequisite, as it adds distinct creaminess to it. Because it’s usually served at breakfast time, many Filipinos love to have this sweet, tasty bowl treat with sun-dried, salted fish called “tuyo” as it creates balance to the sweetness of the Champorado.

Champorado is customarily served hot to warm, which makes it a perfect comfort food on cold, rainy days. On the other hand, many Filipinos still find a reason to eat this chocolate-y Filipino comfort food on any given day. In fact, many of us prefer to eat it chilled especially during the scorching days of summer. The good thing about comfort food these days is that some food manufacturers have come up with instant mixes for Champorado, ideal for those who are on the go. Regardless of how it is served or eaten, Champorado is sure to chase your blues away, making it one of the most popular Filipino comfort foods served in our homes and in many food establishments up to this day. 

Friday, May 20, 2011

PROCRASTINATION

It's what am good at lately that I totally suck with my work...and end up losing another project. :(

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Of Wildfires and How it Starts

James 3:5- "Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things. See how great a forest a little fire kindles!"


photo credit: sustainabilityninja.com    






Have you ever wondered how humongous forest fires start? I have read from several websites that wildfires start with: a cigarette spark accidentally tossed out of a car window, a lighted match and was thrown into dry bushes or grass, or a lightning blast. It's astonishing how these little fires could make huge damage to these untamed forests particularly in the States.


This is how our little tongue works, too. James 3:5 says no matter how small our tongue is, it can bring peace or wrath in our lives. Our tongue can bring blessings or curse not only to other people but to ourselves, too. This is why the bible also tells us to choose our words carefully. It might be one of the smallest members of the human body, but it sure is the largest one to beget destruction.


Just like everyone else, my tongue is unguarded with harsh words more often than not. Recently, I have uttered the most hurtful words to my loved and treasured one. Jadon has definitely become a handful of a toddler and what would you expect from a three year old? He was trying to get my attention because he wanted to show me something, while I, on the other hand would not want to be distracted with what I'm doing. Because he didn't get what he wanted (which I should have given him in the first place) he hit my other cheek with his grandmom's cellphone. I initially got angry and so I took him out of the house and forced him to sat in the swing to give him the "time-out" he needed. I should have ended my disciplining with that scenario but I was not contented with it. I even blurted out that I don't love him anymore and that Asher's way nicer than him.

A few minutes later, I felt really, really bad. As a mom I should have known better. I have heard a number of "verbal abuse" in the past and I definitely know how it feels to hear one. What's worse is that I know I won't be able to take those hurtful words back but, I can't stay to feel guilty for a long time. I have unquestionably learned my lesson the hard way. 


So do yourself and the rest of the world a favor. Before you pour some words out to someone, especially when you're mad, hold your horses by taking five deep breaths. Be wise not to say the harshest words you think you're cool enough when you do. You would not want to have some regrets in the end, would you?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Charles Burowski's SO YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER?

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.


photo credit: try2write