Tessa's Eyelashes

It's raining outside and coffee tasted better this rainy morning. I have just arrived from the talipapa a block away from our house where I bought fish and veg for lunch and a heavy bunch (2 kgs) of bananas for breakfast.

I have finished studying Lesson 9, days 1 and 2 of the Book of Exodus. For my morning prayer, I will do it before lunch. I suddenly remembered I should have bought a newspaper so I can read about the mall mayhem. Daughter asked me what mayhem mean. I told her to just derive its contextual meaning from what she sees on TV. Speaking of TV, I was able to see the Celebrity Duets last Sunday where Tessa Prieto Valdez won. ( She said she will donate her 1 million prize to her ten charities). I always see Tessa on paper as she writes a weekly column for their family owned Inquirer newspaper. Well, Tessa was never afraid to be herself on broadsheet and on TV. We're no longer under a dictatorship anyway. But I have yet to decide whether to like Tessa or not. Her dresses, her lifestyle, and her guts and her eyelashes... well they're outrageously controversial. But Tessa has a right to be herself. She gives to charities anyways. And the fact that Tessa has one cool husband proves Tessa could be a cool person herself. Onstage while Tessa was delivering her eternal thank you's her husband kissed her gently being careful not to brush his face against Tessa's magic eyelashes which looked like tiny wings of a fairy. You gotta be a really cool husband in order to accept and kiss a wife wearing such kind of eyelashes. Remember Martin was never cool when he called Pops a slob as she had a habit of leaving her false eyelashes in tthe sink and everywhere according to him. But Tessa I think will not leave her eyelashes in the sink. I think she will put it in a case as they were fairy wings.

Daughter rented a cd of The Pursuit of Happyness and I watched it twice and cried twice.

Outside I think it's still raining but all I can hear is the incessant monotonous low howling inside my left ear and the sound of my typing in this keyboard. I can't even hear the click of the mouse. I will have to go down now to pray and open the day to the sunshine of God's blessings. It's alright even if I miss the sound of rain. God loves me and I love Him back.