Saturday, June 30, 2007

Stars of Toronto Pride 2007

Warning: some of the pictures posted here have vivid graphic details.
Beware. Look at your own risk.
I'm warning you!
Hey!


At the 2007 Toronto Pride dreams do come true. Guys, gals, gays, everybody can become whoever or whatever they want. Whether it maybe a topless mermaid (although mermaids don't wear bra, of course), to a nudie Elvis Presley, to the gayiest Village People, to a weird nurse, etc.

However, it amazes me still that the event was held at Church St. I mean in "Church St.!" Get that?

Toronto Pride 2007

Toronto's Church St. was a haven to beautiful people from June 21-24 as the city celebrated the 2007 Toronto Pride -- "Unstoppable". David and I were thrilled to witness some of the exciting and excitable events that happened. Before we head to our hotel on Thursday, June 21, we went to see Canada's rich fauna at the African Lion Safari.

Now, here are the pictures that everybody is waiting for. Don't worry, this is just a small portion of the "crimes" committed at the 2007 Pride.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Prelude to Toronto Pride 2007 Parade Posting




I thought I'd give you guys a little "background" on what happened in Toronto last Sunday during the celebration of the Toronto Pride 2007.


Don't worry, I have tons of pictures.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The American Vietnam Veterans Memorial Garden

The Magnificent Cherry Tree

Prayers Needed

Last night David and I went to the hospital to visit his older sister. She was readmitted to the hospital two days ago. She was sent home before that after staying in the same hospital for three weeks to have her intestines re-attached. She had Bariatric surgery some 20 years ago. She has lost weight after the surgery, but she's down to 90 lbs this year. This year she underwent several operation - for a broken hip after she fell on the snow, to have gadgets intalled for her Alzheimer's disease (an experiment conducted by one of the universities here in Rochester. You can actually see the gadget bulging in her chest and the wires connected to her brain. She's thin as a rail as what David said), etc.

Before her surgery to have her intestines re-attached we had a dinner at a restaurant in the country said. They were like cats and dogs, in a funny. They argued but make up. They even argued over some muffins. Oh my God. I can't help laughing at them. It was Carol's last meal. I mean, she can't have solid food after the surgery and have to be feed thru drips.

Anyway, last night when David called the hospital he was told that she was taken to the Intersive Care Unit on a guarded condition. And you know David's voice - booming and commanding after serving as schoolteacher and librarian for 38 years. He actually screamed "WHAT?" I was in the next room arranging my things when I heard him scream. I rushed to his room and he told me her sister's condition. The night before that he has called the hospital to check on her condition, the nurse said Carol Anne was doing fine and talking. Her electrolytes were down, but they managed to pull it up. But last night she went unstable. I have to comfort David because he was upset and bursted out crying.

David and I rushed to the hospital. Such big hospital that you need a map to locate the ICU (and there are several ICUs in that building). Carol Anne was delirious and twitching and everything. She has to be restrained. The tubes were connected to her, just everything!

Despite their indifferences, David loves Carol Anne so much. He kissed her on her forhead and called her "Princess." He has been asking the nurses and doctors about her condition every now and then. He got upset over the operation conducted by a doctor whom most medical practitioners are not comfortable working with. By her bedside he cried again. He has always been a loving brother, though he lectured her about her smoking etc.

We left the hospital with burdens in our hearts.

This morning he's out there again to check her out. I have to wait for a report.

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Special thanks to Miss Michelle So for offering a prayer to David's sister. Ms Michelle and I had a nice talk yesterday (or it was 12 midnight here and 12 noon in the Philippines). Thanks again Ms Michelle. God bless you!
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Please pray for Carol Anne and her recovery. Thanks.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Lilac Festival 4

I remember majorettes in Bacolod wearing these short short skirts or what-have-yous that show their legs and souls. But here are the majorettes in Rochester. Big difference.


and the band uniforms, too...


Lilac Festival 3

And the band played on:








and on...



and on...


Lilac Festival 2

Lilac bushes keep the air fresh and fragrant throughout the parade and festival. How I wish we lived near that park. But, David and I can plant a lilac bush in his lawn.

Lilac bush trail. Oooh, that lovely manicured grass.


People take time to enjoy the sun. The breeze was chilly that day. This was taken before the parade started. Well, we were at the end of the parade route.

Lilac Festival

What is remarkable with the Lilac Festival is the crowd. Now, here are the people. Somehow, it is just like the Masskara Festival of Bacolod and Panaad sa Negros of Negros Occidental; though the Lilac Fest is subtle. Masskara is more colorful and noisy per mardi gras celebration. And Panaad is more festive. I hope my friends here in America try to visit Negros to appreciate the unique Filipino festivities.

The Lilac Festival is cutesy, and fragrant, though I can't pick the flowers lest I be arrested.

Here are some of the scenes:


Goats and other animals steal the show.
Well, if these little things were in the Philippines, they'd end up in the kitchen. Though I don't eat goat meat.




Hey, what's your name? Who's your daddy.


Goat to girl: "Hey, don't touch my bon-bon!"


A cute girl and goats who think they're cute. Well, they are.


Don't we look sexy?

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Manhattan Sojourn

I have a confession to tell: when David, Pam and I were traversing New Jersey on our way to Manhattan, New York we bumped into a young lady. She’s probably 19 years old. We were in the mountainous area, on a two-lane highway, with no houses or stopover stores in sight. Pam was on the wheel and David was chatting with her about their misadventures during those years when plaid pants left nothing to the imagination. I was sitting in the back seat, content in my silence, listening to their conversation, nodding my head to show affirmation to their comments about how the American society has changed socially, politically and spiritually. It was a long journey, so long that I felt my butt thickened and gave that pin prick feeling. I was not prepared for the trip. It was on a Friday afternoon when David, my sponsor, and Pam, his close friend, decided to head for the big city just the way they used to do on a Friday night. David kept the itinerary a secret, even if I was puzzled as to why he drove out to Brockport to pick me up. He told me to pack my bag with my clothes and we’re off to somewhere. I thought we were going to Neverland; I mean, to a fishing camp as Pam has a license to fish around New York State.

So, to get back to that April night when snowflakes fell like God’s little whispers, and winter was just saying its farewell, we never expected an accident will happen. Not in our wildest dreams. It was about 10 p.m. The lady was standing on the side of the road; her car was in the ditch. It was most likely in the ditch because of the slippery driving conditions. She was waving her hands as if begging for us to stop. We saw several cars in the ditch on our way but help had come their way. It’s totally a disaster when you travel alone on such a highway. It was maybe because she was excited or frightened as it was dark and cold that she ran in the middle of the road without thinking of the consequences. It was too late for Pam to put on the brake. The lady was thrown off the side of the road, into the ditch, lifeless. Then I remembered we were traveling on Friday the 13th. Such bad luck we had.

Frantic and nervous, as if the heavens had gripped our neck, depriving us of the sweet smell of mountain breeze, we got out of the car. It was too late. Even if she lived it would be an hour or two before we could take her to a hospital. Shaken, Pam and David came up with an idea. David took several garbage bags out of the car trunk. We wrapped the body. We put her in the trunk, careful not to leave any blood that might be taken as evidence, and drove off.

On our way we never said a word. In my mind I wondered why we had to take the body with us when nobody saw the incident but us. We could have just buried it in the snow and left the case to the police. My mind was taunting me – the lady’s face was still fresh in my mind, her long blonde hair and the red, thick snow coat she wore. I was trembling actually.

When we were about to enter Manhattan, Pam pulled over and told us to take the body out of the trunk and transfer it on top of the car. I stared at David who stared at Pam with disbelief. But we complied with the request. We entered the city without any hassle, but it took us about thirty to forty-five minutes to find a parking spot. Manhattan is as busy as a beehive. We parked in front of an electronics store, just a few feet away was a hotel undergoing a renovation. We got out of the car. I looked at the load on the car’s roof and was puzzled by what David said. David suggested that we come back after an hour or so and not to worry about anything. So we did as he suggested and looked for a pub to have a beer or two. We had a good time at the pub, drinking our beer. We forgot about the incident. That’s how big city life is – drink as if there’s no tomorrow.

After an hour and a half we went back to the parking area. To my surprise the body was not there anymore. Pam said, “Works everytime!” David smiled. We headed to our hotel at 1 a.m.

Tadah! And you believed me, didn’t you? Yes, we did make the trip to Manhattan, on Friday the 13th, at the end of winter. And yes, there were many cars that wound up in the ditch because of the slippery roads. But the incident was actually a story told to us by Pam as a prank. She fooled us. I was actually shaking my head and about to blame her that she didn’t report the matter to the police. Until she revealed that it was pure fiction, told by a friend to a friend etc. (And I cannot drink beer anymore as I am allergic to it).

Our Manhattan sojourn was a blessing. Winter was on its way out, the ground was almost clear. Though the winter breeze still made our joints stiff, it’s better than wading in the snow on a trip. Such trip is just ordinary to David and Pam. They revealed to me that they used to spend their weekends in Toronto or Manhattan or New York City “just for the heck of it.”

We stayed in a hotel in New Jersey (and not in Manhattan as I have written earlier), which is a few minute drive to Manhattan. We checked in at 1 a.m. after a good 10 hour trip from Rochester, New York. We crossed Pennsylvania, too. The hotel is actually on top of a hill and one can see Manhattan’s lights during nighttime. Manhattan is a business area and it never sleeps.

The trip to Manhattan was a fruitful endeavor, though I was kind of dazed over the busy lifestyle of the people. The big city life still amazes me. Rochester is a much smaller city, but I have come to love the suburban feel - fresh breeze, manicured lawns, grand houses and less traffic. Living in Rochester is like living in Bacolod. Though Bacolod is smaller than Manila, the comely, easy feel makes one feel at home. I’d never trade Bacolod and Rochester for any place at all.

(with pictures)

Toronto, Vegas, Washington

I should be writing my feature articles for Sun.Star Bacolod this week as David and I will be in Toronto next week. But David just keeps on tagging me around - visiting garage sales, checking out restaurants and shopping at his favorite grocery stores (with coupons of course).

Ah, summer, summer. David said he has been saving up since winter time so he can go around Rochester or wherever for the summer. But we are going ou of Rochester for the next three months - Toronto, Washington, DC and Las Vegas. We'll be staying in The Mirage Hotel in Vegas and I don't know what shows will we watch. You know, David keeps everything in secret.

I have so many pictures and I am glad that Ambo, the new Editor in Chief of the paper, has been publishing my articles for the weekend issue. I hail you Ambo.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Life and Death

ROCHESTER, NEW YORK - It is remarkable listening to elderly people talking about life and death. Every time I have the opportunity to visit the nursing home where David volunteers or at an elderly housing apartment where some of his friends live, I take time to communicate with them. They are delightful to talk with. They listen to what you are saying, watch their manners and give insights on life. Everyone has a story to tell.

For a number of times David and I attended dinners hosted by a church in the city. The dinner is being held once a month and most of the attendees were elderly people. It is one of the events they look forward to attending as they meet other elderly folks. I am delighted that they never fail to include me in their conversation. Some of them, I am glad to know, have visited the Philippines or have Filipino in-laws. They would ask about a particular island or if Imelda Marcos is still alive. Others are curious about our weather, which is a typical element in American conversation.

These folks, whose ages range from their early 70s to 100s, would talk about death. One lady would open up about someone whose name she saw in the local daily’s obituaries, and that will spruce up the discussion. They treat death as a friend, not an enemy. One lady would tell the group as to where her ashes will be put into after her body is cremated, while another would say that she has her tombstone already placed at the cemetery where she will be buried. Sounds creepy, isn’t it? But these folks talk about death in a passionate and lively manner that you’d feel that dying is not a terrible thing.

One time, I heard one person say, “Don’t ever let her sing in my funeral. God, I would get out of my coffin if that happens,” referring to a lady who sings in church where he goes to.

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One person whom I admire and have come to know is Frieda Neubert. At the age of 102 she still can do household chores on her own. Her mind is sharp and alert. She can tell the names the more than 10 stuffed toys her grandchildren and great-grandchildren have given her. She can also tell you what you talked about the last time you met.

Frieda was born in the Province of Prussia (not Persia as I have written earlier). As an immigrant she is a witness to America’s history. Whenever we get the chance to talk, I never fail to ask her about her insights on life.

One time she talked about being alone. She said she has been alone for more than 25 years after her husband died, but she doesn’t feel lonely. What is there to be lonely about when you have friends, she said. She has never whined about making it on her own after her husband passed away because nobody, she said, will help you.

She said, “You can be alone but not feel lonely. You have friends to turn to. Enjoy their company. You can be in a room full of people and still be alone.” Another time she told me that I can choose whoever I want to listen to. It is up to me how to do it. She said in order not to get into an argument with some people whose views are different from hers she turns off her hearing aid.

What a marvelous idea.

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Last May 30th, I attended a mass of remembrance for Dr. Leo Yballe held at the Linehan Chapel in Nazareth College.

I don’t know Professor Yballe nor was I aware that a Filipino had taught at the college since 2000 until I saw the news and read the press release from the college’s Web site. Nazareth is just a walking distance from David’s house so we decided to attend the service in honor of the educator.

Yballe, according the college’s Web site, taught undergraduate and graduate courses in the school’s Management Department. He died of a motorcycle accident while visiting his family in Cebu, the press release said.

In his eulogy, Nazareth History Professor Tim Thibodeau said Yballe was an unassuming man who was passionate about his profession. Yballe had a broad welcoming smile, an infectious laughter and keen intellect, he said.

After the ceremony, friends, colleagues and former students shared cheers and tears while talking about their beloved professor. Yballe had taught in various colleges and universities in the Philippines and in the US.

To the family of Professor Yballe, my sincerest condolences.

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At the reception after the Mass, I met two Filipinos who have been living in Rochester for many years. Mr. Genaro Felix, a native of Manila, was cordial enough to introduce me to the other Filipinos living in Rochester. After exchanging pleasantries, I came to know that Mr. Mar Doromal, president of the Filipino-American Association of Rochester, is from Bacolod City. Baw, grabe ba.

After learning that I am from Mansilingan, he opened up that their high school reunion (NOHS) in 2008 will be held somewhere in Mansilingan. Will it be at the Panaad site?
It will not be the last that we will be seeing each other. Both are active in the association and have invited me to attend one of their functions.

Surely, it is just a small world. You’ll never fail to find Filipinos in every nook and corner of the globe.
(Published in Sun.Star Bacolod June 02, 2007 under my column, The Mango Generation)

The Day The Circus Came

ROCHESTER, NEW YORK – When I was young my aunts and uncles used to take me to the peryahan (carnival) in Bacolod City. We would play games and watch shows, everything that would make a young child scream with delight. I guess I never grew up as I still went to the same fair when I was still living in the Philippines.

Even when I was still working at Sun.Star Bacolod, Erwin and I used to go to the peryahan at the Reclamation Area during the Masskara Festival. We would play pula-puti, bingo and several other games that thrilled us to no end. Of course, we shelled out some money, but we never spent more than five pesos. Our parents taught us to be thrifty.

Wherever there are peryahans, there would also be shows. Some of the shows were atrocious -- featuring fantastic creatures like mermaids, dwarves etc. Of course, it was just for the show, but we could not help and be amused with what these fairs offered.

Sometime last month, David and I were lucky enough to get tickets to the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey’s “Circus of Dreams.” The famous show, dubbed as the “Greatest show on Earth,” was held at the Blue Cross Arena here. We had to be at the venue about an hour and a half before the show began to secure a parking space. What a tremendous crowd came to watch the show.

Interestingly enough, the circus cast held a show before the main event began. I think it was nice for them to do that so that the audience, mostly children, could meet the performers. Mike Hayward introduced some of the characters of the show. The first of which is an elephant whose name escapes my mind. Anyway, the last time I had an encounter with elephants was about two years ago when David and I went to Bangkok, Thailand. Hayward allowed the elephant to paint and the painting was raffled off later in the show. Alpacas were also brought out for us to view. The children loved petting them. Later, a zonkey was brought in. It is a cross-bred between a donkey and a zebra. It is the size of a donkey and has the stripes of a zebra. Circus acrobats treated the kids with awesome movements while the clowns provided the needed laughter.

Then came the main event. The show was opened by Jennifer Fuentes, who sang the “Star Spangled Banner.” Fuentes acted as a “fairy godmother” to a “family.” The sequence of the circus followed the granting of the family’s dreams. Fuentes, originally from Florida, was in the Top 12 of American Idol’s Season 2. The winner in that season was Ruben Studdard.

The main character of the show is “Dan,” a young boy played both by Ruirui Zhu and Dashan Hou. Fuentes showed Dan different circus acts in order to find the right act for him. Elephants, cats, and Siberian white tigers showed various skills. Cats? You’d never thought cats could be taught to do tricks, did you? Clowns provided hilarious acts. Their unusual gags were a riot. Then a dozen Russian horsemen performed feats on marvelous horses.

Hercules also descended from Olympus and showed his unusual strength by pulling an elephant on a cart. He also let himself be run over by a jeep full of people.

Dancers on hanging fabrics and ropes wowed the audience with their astonishing grace while dancing in air.

My favorite part of the show was the motorcycle mania wherein seven motorcycles travel inside a 16-foot globe in gradual speed, increasing steadily every second. It was a death-defying stunt and I felt butterflies in my stomach watching the act.

Chinese acrobats thrilled the audience with their intrepid exploits. These acrobats were members of the Shenzhen Acrobatic Troupe.

After the show, families took time to have their souvenir pictures taken. Of course, there was a fee. There were also toys and souvenir items for sale.

If Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus comes to Bacolod be sure to buy tickets and watch the show. It is well worth the pesos.

(Published in Sun.Star Bacolod Weekend June 03, 2007, with pictures, Lifestyle Section)

Into A Second Century Of Life

Rochester, New York - When Frieda Neubert walks into the grocery store she garners attention. She pushes her cart with quick calculated steps. Her petite physique, keen gaze, and snow white hair bring immediate interest from other shoppers. Her shopping activity has become a bi-weekly ritual, especially that Neubert has shopped at the same store for some 50 years. Neubert has witnessed the many changes the store has undergone. Not only that, she has seen the growth and development of this city.

Neubert will turn 103 this year.

Unlike other centenarians, Neubert still does her own shopping; cooks her own meals; reads a chapter of a book for an hour every day; volunteers weekly at her church; and joins her friends for lunch at the Wellness Center on Fridays.

Born on Dec. 23, 1904 in the Province of Persia, Germany, Neubert is the youngest of eight children.

“There is no such place as the Province of Persia anymore. The place was given to Poland after World War II. I don’t know the new name of my birthplace,” Neubert said.

Her parents were both farmers. Neubert remembers the quiet life they lived on their farm when she was a little girl.

“My three sisters and I had to milk the cows everyday. We had 15 cows, four horses and pigs. The horses were used to plow the fields. There were no machines then so we had to do it manually. The pigs were fattened and sold at the market,” she recalls.

She said milking the cows was her favorite activity. “Sup, sap, surl! Pull the teats! I was an expert in that. However, 20 years ago, when I tried it again I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t have the strength in my hands,” she said.

ON A HONEYMOON, BUT NEVER WENT HOME

Neubert said her husband, Ernst, and she came to America in 1927, a year after they were married.

“We came here for our honeymoon and I’m still here,” she said jokingly. “We came to Rochester as there were no jobs in Germany because of the war. My brother was part of a group of Germans who were the first to immigrate to America.”

She said the day after their arrival in Rochester, she and her husband enrolled in a night class to study English.

“The teacher would point at an object and say, ‘This is a window’ and we’d say the word ‘window.’ That’s how we learned to speak the English language,” she said, though she has never lost that thick German accent.

Learning the English language was also their tool in obtaining jobs. Her husband was a truck driver for a company and used to be away for two to three weeks at a time. He traveled all over the US delivering goods.

“I stayed home and took care of our house. I did whatever a wife should do. However, in 1929 Depression came in America so I had to get a job. I worked in a nurses’ dormitory, Helen Wood Hall, at Strong Memorial Hospital. The Rochester of then used to be mainly farmlands,” she said.

When their two children, a boy and a girl, were born she stayed at home. Her husband built a house for them at Kiniry Drive in 1941. He also designed their furniture which Neubert still has in her apartment.

“My husband also used to make furniture for Hayden Company. There is no such company now but the furniture they sold was beautiful,” she said.

“My husband died of Alzheimer’s disease at the age of 80. I am alone now for 28 years, but I have enjoyed it. Someone once said to me, ‘When my husband died I died, too.’ But I said within me, ‘When my husband died I began to live,’” she said.

She said men years ago were the boss of the family. Women were just part of the family. Husbands then would never do household chores.

“The best years in my life were in my 80s. I felt free,” she said.

SURVIVOR

Neubert, a grandmother of five and great-grandmother of 15, cannot exactly ascertain if good genes played a role for her to reach such an age. But she said two of her sisters lived into their 90s. However, she disclosed that one of her brothers died in World War II while another died of stomach cancer.

“One of my sisters died in the concentration camp,” she lamented.

She said she and her brother were two of the few people who did not get sick when the Spanish Flu hit the entire world in 1918. The influenza pandemic, records say, killed more than 40 million people.

“I was immune to the disease. We took care of the sick people,” she said. “Even now, I seldom get sick. I don’t take prescription medicines except two ibuprofen tablets a day for my arthritis. And don’t forget the laxative, the prune juice.”

As far as she is concerned, there are no secrets to achieving a long life. She eats all kinds of food. She likes eating seafood, especially salmon, which she cannot fix in her apartment because its odor lingers and spreads to the other apartments.

She said people are amazed to learn that she has passed the hundred year mark. She wishes that people would not make such a big fuss about her age.

“Don’t think that reaching this age is a blessing because it is not. My hearing is very bad. My sight is not as good as it was a year ago. My digestive system cannot take raw meat anymore,” she said.

“She embarrasses me sometimes with her terrific memory. She remembers the things I said to her last time. She can name each of her great-grandchildren and tell each
of their birthdays,” says David Smith, 60, her friend and companion when she goes out to buy her groceries.

Smith said Neubert’s day to day activities are routine – Mondays she does her laundry, Tuesdays she gets her hair done, Wednesdays she exercises, Thursdays she does the church Scroll and Fridays she visits the Wellness Center to be with her other senior friends.

“On Saturdays I do Bible study.” Neubert said her favorite book in the Bible is the Psalms. “The Psalms have so much promise in it. You feel such contentment reading them. I like Psalms 121.”
“I believe God is never angry at us. One of the pastors I know once said, ‘If you knew the Bible you’d never go wrong.’ I said, ‘Pastor, isn’t the Bible written by man? Man has funny ideas. Maybe it is wrong what you are doing.’ He said, ‘It is inspired by God.’ And I said, ‘Don’t you think that God would tell man to go and kill other men?’ God will never tell you to do that. Just for your own advantage? No, that’s not my Christian belief,” she said.

That is why, she said, she has never believed the war in Germany. This belief was also shared by one of her brothers who ended up in the concentration camp. She was lucky that she was already in the US when WWII happened. However, she also experienced discrimination because of her lineage.

“When my son was small he ran to me when he went home and said, ‘Mommy, mommy, the boy across the street called me Nazi. What is a Nazi?’ Then I explained it to him. He said, ‘Why would he call me that? What do I have to do with that?’ I said, ‘Because he is ignorant,’” she said.

There was a time when the war was still going on, a man was saying that it is great in Germany, she got irritated and almost told the man to back to Germany. Also, there was a time when a young man who delivered chicken feed to their home had involved her with activities connected to Hitler. And an old man had kept on checking on her because of that.

“I told the young man, ‘Why don’t you go back to Germany and work with the Nazis if you knew they were doing right,’” she said.

LIFE GOES ON

At the present, her time is occupied with reading a book about the Vanderbilts, the family who once owned the Grand Central Station when she and her husband first came to the US.

“Everything in life has a purpose. Life is what you make it. It is up to you what your life will be like,” she said. “It’s like a job: it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”

She said she’s an American now. Though she doesn’t forget the past nor deny her German heritage, but she has put the past behind her now.

She doesn’t whine that she is all alone in her apartment. “So what? It is the way you accept it. Who cares? Then I’d make it on my own. I have so much to be thankful for. At my age I can take care of myself yet. I can step in a bathtub and take a shower on my own. That is so much to be thanked for, too,” she said cheerily.

She said she is happy to see her grandchildren grew up and are successful in their careers, one of whom is an obstetrician.

“He has five children and his brother once said to him, ‘Haven’t you found out how babies are made yet?’” she said.

She said she can’t really give any advice to anyone because everybody decides for themselves.
“The future is ours to make,” she said.

(Published in Sun.Star Bacolod May 24, 2007 Lifestyle Section)

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Tour Galore

Here's my itinerary for June-August:

June 21-25 - Toronto, Canada
Sometime in July - Washington, DC
August 19-25 - Las Vegas, Nevada

Post Birthday Message

Now, I have two birthdays. The records department of the hospital where I was born messed up with my birth records. It wasn't revealed until I applied for a passport. My poor mother had to travel from Bacolod to Bais City to clear the matter. However, we have to subject ourselves to court proceedings and retained the May 16 date listed in my birth certificate. My March 16 birthday, which I have celebrated for about 30 years, was abandoned.

I've always told my parents that maybe I was adopted. Of course they denied such thing and called me crazy. Well, my father's crazy over automobiles and I am not. However, I have my mother's nose and her powerful snore. I can't seem to connect the puzzle.

Anyway, I received two cards from Bacolod last May. One from my family, the other from my Sun.Star Bacolod family. Thanks guys. I miss you na and I hope you do miss me, too.

Thank you also to Miss Michelle who sent me a greeting thru e-mail. Wasn't it wonderful?

Love to you all!

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It pays to have two birthdays as I received gifts on two different occasions from David. And also he also took me out to dinner. He he