Curling Up Season

This Little Guy

Here is Afif when I was there last month. No embarassing sob this year! I'm just all grown up now. Huhuhu.. Umm maybe I cheated a little. He was fast asleep when I left at 5 in the morning. I'm not really good with goodbyes. So sneaking out was the better way. Afif is also all grown up now. He's a rather serious kid. But a 3 y.o. will always be 3. You wont believe how mealtime with him could resemble a middle east peace negotiation. I'll tell you more about him later. More of Afif's on my flickr.

Ebony & Ivory

The church on my street put a banner up wishing moslems Selamat Puasa.
It's just touching...
My whole life I've never seen a mosque wishing Christians Selamat Natal.

Living...

Got home from babysitting. Syalwa put on several ounces. She's so soft and mushy like strawberry jam and like duck feather cushion. Syawal was handful as always. Tiring as always. And irresistable as always.
Soak in a bag of tea. Run the water in the tub. Put on Natalie Merchant's one Fine Day. Start the decent weekend.

Hiks...

Hmmmm... days are dragging lately. I miss Afif with glazing eyes and a long sigh every 3 years old I see with his mom.

Anytime...

The things I look for the most since I moved here are the things like barging in to one of the girl's room and dragging them out of bed --from their deep serene beauty nap-- to go get ice cream or siomay. We are allowed to do this without being considered intruding :)

Bad Day

When you've had a bad day, don't you just wanna go home to familiar faces? They don't have to do or say anything. They don't even have to know if you just had a bad day. Just be there when you open the door. If you agree with me raise your hand...

Untamed Heart... --Reposted--

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Caroline: What did the doctor say?
Adam: That I'm not allowed to stick knives in my stomach.
Caroline: Adam your heart is diseased! You need a new one.
Adam: But this is my heart! I'm afraid that if they take it away I won't be able to love you the same.
Caroline: You don't really love with your heart, it's just a saying.You love with your mind and soul, not you heart.
Adam: [Touching his chest] Then how come I hurt here when you're not with me?
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Apparently I have a weak heart for romantic movies :D.
People love with the mind not with the heart. Given that your heart is perfectly fine and healthy, if you are crazy, as in insane crazy, as in psychotic crazy, as in you-are-mentally-ill-you-need-to-be-institutionalized crazy, will you be able to love?

Series Of Choice

A lot of times we know what is good for us but choose to do otherwise. It's never not our choice.

"...Afterall, life is nothing but series of choices."

From an episode of Lost the ABC series season 1. After I chose to be a couch potato.

Tell Me...

'Do people understand... or they tolerate?'

Took psychology in my senior year. Wanting to understand why people do what they do. Too naive yaa.. Hehe

Three Years Of Wonder

Here he is. Three years old today. Got me all charmed and spellbound. You know how they say that little kids are so privileged. They blabber meaninglessly and still be understood. Explore every possibility to be nonsense yet still make sense. Some grown ups ask that much attention hehe. Happy Birthday... Light Of The Universe...

The Weather...

The Scientist: so... if there is a color to describe your day today, what is that color
The Saint: Cream?
The Scientist: why?
The Saint: I feel a bit creamy...
The Scientist: like coffee?
The Saint: No... Like cafe latte with too much milk?
The Saint: What's your color today?
The Scientist: mine is blue
The Scientist: cos i'm happy
The Scientist: because last night I read a lot of stuff
The Saint: Cool...
The Saint: But isnt blue when you are sad?
The Scientist: depend of ppl
The Saint: Ok...

So what is creamy weather?

From The Weekend DVD Rally

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Maggie Feller: Shoes like this should not be locked up in a closet! You should be living a life of scandal. You should be getting screwed in an alley behind a club by a billionaire while his wife waits in the car and he told her he just forgot his wallet!
Rose Feller: Please tell me you just made that up.

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Ryan: You know, I came over here, and I was noticing you, and well, wow. You're like...cute!
Maggie Feller: Darling, you're like twelve!
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Maggie Feller: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem... f... filled... with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. Even losing you... the joking voice, a gesture I love... I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not.too hard to master though'it may look like... Write it!... like disaster.

The Theory Of Idealism

You know how your mom always told you to finish dinner and one of the reason why was because there were many kids in Africa who were starving. I've been finishing dinner since years ago now but the African kids are still starving. Even with the UN there.

Firsts

Afif was 16 months old when he first walked.
His first walk to me was like a month later when I just arrived home for a quick visit. He held his one shoe in his hand and slowly walked towards me and was smiling hesitantly. He reached my hands, handed me the shoe, and hugged me.
There's a punch in my chest knowing I won't be there through his many firsts.

Seasons Greetings

...Well, my days went by at a dizzying pace. I was always running to and fro. And then before I even knew where I was, off to dreamland I would go. I'm the one who's always being swept away. But now I realize that a day of my life is the price I must pay for tomorrow. I've thaught to treasure every day with its joy and its sorrow...

...Now that night has finally come to the busy city sky where quietly the moon is shining down on the paths of people hurrying home, she sheds her light all around. Silently at the close of day we'll pray. Tomorrow's just a dream away, Close the curtain on today... --Emi Fujita, edited--