Proof of My Busyness

I've just finished my niece Ezra's(yes niece not nephew)wedding gown. Next in line will be the bride's maid's gowns. Will bring the gowns to NZ in September.

See Beti Dance

See what I've been telling everybody, Beti can dance. I caught the dance act on my cellfone video so it's very amateurish. Beti and Oe were playing with the remnants of cloths from my sewing then Beti thought she should dance. I remembered the pink dancing tights my niece Belle used when she was small and gave it to Beti. The next dance video will be better, with music even. Promise.

Onion Induced Tears

This rainy Saturday morning I watched Annie Hall. I'm afraid Woody's aura rubbed a bit on me.Umm... what?



After the moonsoon rains,

the flodding and devastation...

it is no longer possible

to cry me a river.

Onion induced tears are more real

than cat's tears

or crocodile tears

or monkey's tears.

The pillow is more tender hearted

and its soul white and pure.

Praise the Lord, Betina is six years old!

Last Friday was Betina's birthday. She turned six. The four of them, Betina, Chloe and dad Bird and mum Chi went here yesterday and brought yema cake which I forgot to photograph. I cooked pancit bihon or fine Chinese rice noodles mixed with bits of carrots, cabbage, celery and chicken.

I was able to catch Beti and Oe on video while they were playing. Beti gave a very impressive dance performance on my bed. I even took a video of Beti drawing on the new sketch pad I gave her. Sadly the programs in my pc will not cooperate with me and won't play the video when I click play. As Ellen would say, "we need a teen-ager here" to fix the techie problem.

My son Bird lent me two dvd's of foreign language films, both films from Afghanistan. One is titled The Kite Runner and the other Osama. They were about the war and the Taliban. They were sad movies. While watching the films, I came to thinking- so these are the Muslim descendants of Ishmael. I also remembered what my eldest sister explained to me about being very careful to choose to obey and do God's will for our lives, to wait... so that we will avoid getting into an Ishmaelite situation.

Tomorrow I will go to Divisoria to buy additional fabric for the gowns I'm making. I hope the mass transport strike threat will not affect the buses going to Divisoria. Tomorrow will be SONA, too. Our lady president will deliver her Sad State of the Nation Adress. Sad because there's oil price hike every week, rice is now 40 a kilo from the original 30 a kilo, the coast guards were still trying to recover the decaying bodies from the sunken MV Princess of the Stars, the Catholic Church was rejecting the Reproductive Health Bill congress was trying to pass in a desperate effort to remedy the bursting 90 million Philippine population.

Although tomorrow I will go about my own business concerns while my militant countrymen, the laborers and farmers will gather to protest the SONA show, I will still do my part. That is I will pray about the situation. God is not sleeping on the job. He knows our greater good.