Hearing nurses talking about teens and pregnancy (some of the patients started having sex at the age of 14), one of the nurses said, "Why can't they impose the chastity belt to these kids!"
The other nurse said, "Honey, they will still find a way how to break those locks no matter what."
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Some Consolation
Our dear friend,Frieda, who's turning 104 this year, has relocated to a new residence. After she passed out and cracked her vertebrae about three weeks ago she needed daily assistance. Her children have their own families and cannot tend to her daily needs so she went into assisted-living. Her new home is just next to her former home.
We have visited her a several times since her transfer. Her face would lite up when she sees David. They would hold hands and tell each other jokes, which, she said, she cannot do with her children. She told David that she loves him like her own son. David had been her caregiver for during winter months - driving her to Wegman's (her favorite grocery store), setting up her doctor's appointments (in a snap, "he has magic" to quote her), and took her out to restaurants (they would have onion soup).
Lately she told David: "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I would say it over and over again until I die... And I hope it is tomorrow."
She has been hoping to die, but to die healthy.
"Don't you think I have stayed in this world for a long time?" she'd say.
I told David to tell her that there's a waiting list in heaven like waiting for a slot in an old folks home. Heaven is too crowded for now. Didn't I hear her say that some saint can be transferred to hell so she could have a spot in heaven? Now, I must have made that up in my mind.
She's so funny when she's talking with David. She surely finds comfort in his visits and perks up like her old self. She still can recall her children and grandchildren's birthdays. Her mind's so sharp and alert. David and I are praying that she'll be able to walk unassisted again soon so we could go out and have lunch at her favorite place. And have our onion soup because I don't think they serve that in heaven.
We have visited her a several times since her transfer. Her face would lite up when she sees David. They would hold hands and tell each other jokes, which, she said, she cannot do with her children. She told David that she loves him like her own son. David had been her caregiver for during winter months - driving her to Wegman's (her favorite grocery store), setting up her doctor's appointments (in a snap, "he has magic" to quote her), and took her out to restaurants (they would have onion soup).
Lately she told David: "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I would say it over and over again until I die... And I hope it is tomorrow."
She has been hoping to die, but to die healthy.
"Don't you think I have stayed in this world for a long time?" she'd say.
I told David to tell her that there's a waiting list in heaven like waiting for a slot in an old folks home. Heaven is too crowded for now. Didn't I hear her say that some saint can be transferred to hell so she could have a spot in heaven? Now, I must have made that up in my mind.
She's so funny when she's talking with David. She surely finds comfort in his visits and perks up like her old self. She still can recall her children and grandchildren's birthdays. Her mind's so sharp and alert. David and I are praying that she'll be able to walk unassisted again soon so we could go out and have lunch at her favorite place. And have our onion soup because I don't think they serve that in heaven.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Jury Duty
David was called today to the courthouse for the selection of juries for a case. He doesn't know what case it will be.
He said there more than 700 people who were called for the selection. Wow, I thought, that could be the whole Pittsford.
He said there more than 700 people who were called for the selection. Wow, I thought, that could be the whole Pittsford.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Purple Bliss
This just came to mind: the Paint the Campus Purple event at Brockport should have been named Dr. Robert Rey's day! Got it? Got it!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Who Should be Suspended? Medical Ethics II
An investigation was called on the surgical controversy in Cebu, according to a Sun.Star Cebu report.
The fact that the operating room was made into a "carnival" was violation enough of hospital laws. Even if the people who went in the room complied with sanitation procedure, the fact that they were not part of the operating staff is a violation of hospital rules.
I wish the medical association should dig deeper into this mess, but the video was the evidence. However, it was deleted from YouTube.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Now, I'm Mexican
My professor made me a frog again today. Last time he just asked me to step forward and hold out my hands. He placed electrodes on me and test my muscle contraction. I was telling the class, "I don't want to be a frog in the next life." My seatmate said, "Oh, it is better to be a frog than be a rat or mouse or monkey. They're used in experiments more gruesomely." I couldn't agree more.
Well, today the professor asked me to lay down on the lab table to test my ECG. He made me as an example, for the students to follow the methods used in the lab. manual. Every table gets a laptop to work on the experiment, things that you will, perhaps, never see in school laboratory set ups back home.
However, when we finished the test, my seatmate (a black married lady and she's so nice) started talking. I told her that I am excited as I am going home in May. Then she told me that she will be going into a vacation with her family this summer. Then she said, in excitement, that she's going to Mexico! Then she started talking about the places she'd like to see there. Later she was frowning because I never seemed to give her tips about the places. She thought I am from Mexico.
Well, okay, I was mistaken as Chinese last time; now I am a Mexican.
Ola!
-stop-
-more for this entry as I am going to eat dinner-
Riding The Bus
Riding the bus from Brockport (the bus that takes us to downtown Rochester) is such an experience, especially when you take the 4 p.m. bus. This is the period where Brockport high school kids ride with us. I like riding the afternoon bus because it is a tour bus - reclining seats and soft seats.
The interior of the bus.
However, it is quite annoying riding with these high school kids - not because they're black and speak the black language (I was assuming they would be taught to "master" the queen's English, but much of what I hear from their conversation was: "b***h," "sh_t," "f_ck," etc.) but they talk so loud and act like uncivilized people. No, I am not racist, but some kids just have to be taught manners.
On the other hand, I get scoops when they talk aloud. They don't care who hears their conversation anyhow.
Last Friday, they were talking 8 high school kids who were suspended. They were four of them talking - three boys and a girl. One of the boys - one whom I saw with another white girl making out on the bus last time (you know, they don't care if people are watching. No wonder Americans have problems with teen pregnancy) - said to the girl who just got on the bus, "You know what happened this week? Eight kids got suspended. I never heard such thing."
Our loverboy continued: "One of the teachers said she wanted to check on what the students were doing outside the class. They can't do that!"
The girl, clad in the tightest of jeans and adorned with jewelries like she owns a pawnshop, said, "What? Who got suspended? I got suspended for two weeks last time. I stayed at home and slept. Some white bitch stole my stuff in my locker..." And she narrated how she got involved.
The boys mentioned the names and the girl was quizzical who they were. Then when they mentioned a girl's name she said, "Oh, that bitch. I know her. What they were fighting about?"
Our loverboy said, "You know what it was."
Our pawnshop girl replied, "What? They fought over one dick? Just one dick?"
And the stories went on. I fell asleep during the duration of the trip. But this is just to give you a glimpse of what's happening on the bus. Somehow, I am saddened by the fact that this is going on. what am I going to say to my friends back home about American teens? Is this a good scenario?
I am not racist whatsoever. I am Asian. Americans will always ask you if the person you're referring to was a white or black person.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
There Will Be No Atonement for Old Men
Sunday David and I went to see There Will be Blood which starred two-time Academy Award winner Daniel Day-Lewis (My Left Foot and The Last of the Mohicans) and Paul Dano of Little Miss Sunshine fame. I am glad that Dano was able to sustain his acting all throughout the film, primarily because he was paired with an actor of top caliber. Paul Thomas Anderson's directorial strategy was engaging, primarily because he focused the story on Day-Lewis and Dano. I was surprised that Dano wasn't nominated for an Academy for a supporting role when he provided justice to his role as a power-obssessed church leader. There is no dispute that Day-Lewis will bag this year's acting award for a lead role.
David and I watched No Country for Old Men and Atonement last time. We saw La Vie En Rose on DVD. He watched The Kite Runner while I watched Juno at the Little Theater.
Meanwhile, the top four finalists for Project Runway competition were officially chosen. They were Christian Siriano, Jillian Lewis, Rami Kazou and Chris March. The person who was eliminated last time was Sweet P. However, Rami and Chris will have to show three pieces from their final collection (judges will then select one of these two to be in the final competition) along with Jillian and Christian. The judges were caught in a deadlock last time as to whom they will be sending to the Olympus Fashion Week (although I saw the fashion event's ad in The New York Times first week of February. So, the winner probably was selected already. By the way, the final four were on Regis and Kelly Tuesday promoting Project Runway).
On the other hand, it is comforting that Ramiele Malubay received positive feedback from the American Idol judges, esp. Simon Cowell, when she performed last night. Although I personally wasn't too impressed with her performance (as I have been accustomed to hearing powerful oices in singing competitions back home) I am, in a way, glad that she delivered. She may end up in the finals. David Archuleta also performed well Tuesday night.
I haven't watched the new edition of Make Me a Supermodel because I was busy with other things. I hope Ronnie wasn't eliminated. No please Lord, no.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
December Fever
On Dec. 1, David and I went to see a show at the Hochtein Music School featuring the Rochester Gay Men's Chorus. The show was called "Home for the Holidays." The group performed under their new principal accompanist, Tim Schramm. Some of the songs they performed were the same as last year's. However, this year's performance concentrated on innovation and form. Last year they had choreography for each song, this time they relied on vocal interpretation. "The musicality of songs" is what I mean. Of course, there was some choreography but they're subtle. Peabody Award winner (1994) Michael Lasser narrated the history of each songs in the repertoir.
The next night we watched "Garth Fagan Dance" at Nazareth College's Callahan Theather. I'm sorry to say this but it bored me so much that I asked David that we exit even before the show ended. I told David that the dancers' moves were like those of our neighbors back home when they get drunk on the night of the fiesta. I got bored because I've seen those movements before. I've seen our native people dance those steps, even better. I told David I regretted buying the tickets. We could have used the money to buy ice cream or a ream of paper.
We watched "The Devil Wears Prada," "The Queen," and "Little Miss Sunshine" on DVD last time.
This week we are watching "Finding Nemo," "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," "All About Eve," and "The Incredibles" on DVD because we can't find new copies at the library.
The next night we watched "Garth Fagan Dance" at Nazareth College's Callahan Theather. I'm sorry to say this but it bored me so much that I asked David that we exit even before the show ended. I told David that the dancers' moves were like those of our neighbors back home when they get drunk on the night of the fiesta. I got bored because I've seen those movements before. I've seen our native people dance those steps, even better. I told David I regretted buying the tickets. We could have used the money to buy ice cream or a ream of paper.
We watched "The Devil Wears Prada," "The Queen," and "Little Miss Sunshine" on DVD last time.
This week we are watching "Finding Nemo," "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," "All About Eve," and "The Incredibles" on DVD because we can't find new copies at the library.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Greatness of Mr. David W. Smith
Don't talk about kids in front of David. He knows how to handle them in a snap. He was a teacher and librarian for 38 years.
It is no wonder that David has a booming voice. He can make a child sit up straight with just a whistle and even make them faint when he sneezes. No exaggeration with that. That is why old folks love him because they can hear him clearly. They don't have to check their hearing aid batteries.
The greatness of Mr. Smith, the teacher-librarian, is comparable to a multi-faceted diamond ring with emeralds surrounding it. Several times have I witnessed scenes that proved my claim. Of course people like David are rare. Our neighbor back home is a teacher who used to bring her students who were children of poor farmers in the mountain to her home. She'd promise the parents that she'd tutor the child only to find out that she'd make a slave out of the poor kid. Her eldest daughter who was living with them (left by her husband) used to drag her mother (the teacher) outside the house, grabbing her hair and cursing at her, "You stupid bitch. I'll kill you. I'll kill you." The teacher didn't fight back. Nobody wants to deal with the mother or daughter.
At a local festival here, while waiting for our turn to play for a prize organized by a telecommunications company, David recognized one of his former students. He called on him and asked the boy if he recognized him. The boy beamed, "Oh, Mr. Smith! The librarian!" And the little black boy hugged him. It was a wonderful scene.
Every now and then he gets greetings from his students.
Lately, David has been browsing through his files and found valuable items. They're not jewels or papers for a will but they can be considered treasures. Here's what I mean:
The Library Rap
The library is the place to be,
You'll see movies, like "Mr. T."
The place to learn, as you will see,
Is the Number 36 School Library.
If you think you can't find a good book,
The librarian is the one to help you look.
Clifford the dog is big and red,
Mother said, "Timmy, put him to bed."
Charlotte is a friendly spider - true,
In her web she wove messages to you.
King Midas touched things - they turned to gold,
Our heads are thing of stories - Mr. Smith told.
We have computers, encyclopedias and much, much more,
Come to the library and find what you are looking for.
Reading is fresh - it's not just for nerds,
Don't hang on the streets - that's just for birds.
Don't live your life in total frustration,
Come to the library and help your education.
Read a book with your educational mind,
So you, like Mr. Smith, can write a rhyme.
Just come to the library - take a good look,
I'm sure you will find just the right book.
Written by Jeffery Sillato when he was in Grade 4
David helped him with the rhyme. #36 School
Here's another:
The Place To Be
I was looking for a good book in the library
Didn't have no idea where the book could be
Mr. Smith said go look in the card catalog
It had everything from Dr. Seuss to Clifford the Dog
Took a look, found the book, had little more time
Used computers, saw a video, relaxed my mind
Give me a L.I.B.R.A.R.Y. anytime, any year, any day or night
Dr. Seuss, Mother goose even Little Boy Blue
Jet magazine and the Old Woman Who Lived In a Shoe
Computer disk, the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz
Books on buildings, people, trolls and Aztec Gods
General words, don't disturb on the library
Education, orchestration it's the place to be
Don't dismiss Mr. Smith he conducts the room
New books, clean magazines, books on man on the moon
No destruction, introduction over due return
Dr. King had a dream, read a book and learn
You want knowledge second floor it's the place to be
Feel the rage, read a page in the library.
Written by Matt McCrea who was in Mr. Smith's 4th grade at #22 School. This was written while Matt worked at #36 School as a teacher aid. He still respected Mr. Smith and the library.
It is no wonder that David has a booming voice. He can make a child sit up straight with just a whistle and even make them faint when he sneezes. No exaggeration with that. That is why old folks love him because they can hear him clearly. They don't have to check their hearing aid batteries.
The greatness of Mr. Smith, the teacher-librarian, is comparable to a multi-faceted diamond ring with emeralds surrounding it. Several times have I witnessed scenes that proved my claim. Of course people like David are rare. Our neighbor back home is a teacher who used to bring her students who were children of poor farmers in the mountain to her home. She'd promise the parents that she'd tutor the child only to find out that she'd make a slave out of the poor kid. Her eldest daughter who was living with them (left by her husband) used to drag her mother (the teacher) outside the house, grabbing her hair and cursing at her, "You stupid bitch. I'll kill you. I'll kill you." The teacher didn't fight back. Nobody wants to deal with the mother or daughter.
At a local festival here, while waiting for our turn to play for a prize organized by a telecommunications company, David recognized one of his former students. He called on him and asked the boy if he recognized him. The boy beamed, "Oh, Mr. Smith! The librarian!" And the little black boy hugged him. It was a wonderful scene.
Every now and then he gets greetings from his students.
Lately, David has been browsing through his files and found valuable items. They're not jewels or papers for a will but they can be considered treasures. Here's what I mean:
The Library Rap
The library is the place to be,
You'll see movies, like "Mr. T."
The place to learn, as you will see,
Is the Number 36 School Library.
If you think you can't find a good book,
The librarian is the one to help you look.
Clifford the dog is big and red,
Mother said, "Timmy, put him to bed."
Charlotte is a friendly spider - true,
In her web she wove messages to you.
King Midas touched things - they turned to gold,
Our heads are thing of stories - Mr. Smith told.
We have computers, encyclopedias and much, much more,
Come to the library and find what you are looking for.
Reading is fresh - it's not just for nerds,
Don't hang on the streets - that's just for birds.
Don't live your life in total frustration,
Come to the library and help your education.
Read a book with your educational mind,
So you, like Mr. Smith, can write a rhyme.
Just come to the library - take a good look,
I'm sure you will find just the right book.
Written by Jeffery Sillato when he was in Grade 4
David helped him with the rhyme. #36 School
Here's another:
The Place To Be
I was looking for a good book in the library
Didn't have no idea where the book could be
Mr. Smith said go look in the card catalog
It had everything from Dr. Seuss to Clifford the Dog
Took a look, found the book, had little more time
Used computers, saw a video, relaxed my mind
Give me a L.I.B.R.A.R.Y. anytime, any year, any day or night
Dr. Seuss, Mother goose even Little Boy Blue
Jet magazine and the Old Woman Who Lived In a Shoe
Computer disk, the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz
Books on buildings, people, trolls and Aztec Gods
General words, don't disturb on the library
Education, orchestration it's the place to be
Don't dismiss Mr. Smith he conducts the room
New books, clean magazines, books on man on the moon
No destruction, introduction over due return
Dr. King had a dream, read a book and learn
You want knowledge second floor it's the place to be
Feel the rage, read a page in the library.
Written by Matt McCrea who was in Mr. Smith's 4th grade at #22 School. This was written while Matt worked at #36 School as a teacher aid. He still respected Mr. Smith and the library.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Missing Christmas in the Philippines
David and I roamed around several places in Rochester tonight to look at Christmas decorations outside houses. We went to look at the decorations in front of a wealthy lady's house. Her lawn's covered with Christmas lights, ornaments, and other stuff. Some of the decorations we saw last year. Another house was covered with Christmas lights.
David was wondering why I wasn't so excited seeing the decorations. Not that I wasn't excited at all but Christmas in the Philippines is more festive, more creative and something to look up to. Christmas in the Philippines starts in August and ends in February. David thinks it is too much. I don't.
I remember the lanterns and Christmas lights in every home. The city plaza burst with festive lights and beautiful lanterns. This is what David cannot envision.
I told him that we have beautiful lanterns with intricate light decorations. I showed him a video clip on YouTube.com. I showed him Pampanga's lantern festival. He cannot appreciate it. He said all he saw were lights running about. "I don't think it has something to do with Christmas time," he said. I asked him if Santa Claus has something to do with the traditional Christmas season at all. The Philippine lantern represents the Star of Bethlehem which was mentioned in the Bible. Santa Claus was probably the desert dust in some men's fictive mind. The Star of Bethlehem is not. What the Filipinos have done was to interpret that Star creatively that no other nation in the world can copy.
I talked to a Filipina last year and she expressed her frustration of the way Christmas is celebrated in America. Where are the feasts, the fireworks and the fun? She told me that she bought a lantern back home and carried it all the way here. The lantern made her Christmas a lot better, she revealed.
Here are samples of the lanterns we have in the Philippines:
David was wondering why I wasn't so excited seeing the decorations. Not that I wasn't excited at all but Christmas in the Philippines is more festive, more creative and something to look up to. Christmas in the Philippines starts in August and ends in February. David thinks it is too much. I don't.
I remember the lanterns and Christmas lights in every home. The city plaza burst with festive lights and beautiful lanterns. This is what David cannot envision.
I told him that we have beautiful lanterns with intricate light decorations. I showed him a video clip on YouTube.com. I showed him Pampanga's lantern festival. He cannot appreciate it. He said all he saw were lights running about. "I don't think it has something to do with Christmas time," he said. I asked him if Santa Claus has something to do with the traditional Christmas season at all. The Philippine lantern represents the Star of Bethlehem which was mentioned in the Bible. Santa Claus was probably the desert dust in some men's fictive mind. The Star of Bethlehem is not. What the Filipinos have done was to interpret that Star creatively that no other nation in the world can copy.
I talked to a Filipina last year and she expressed her frustration of the way Christmas is celebrated in America. Where are the feasts, the fireworks and the fun? She told me that she bought a lantern back home and carried it all the way here. The lantern made her Christmas a lot better, she revealed.
Here are samples of the lanterns we have in the Philippines:
Thanks to ivanhenares who posted the video.
Thanks to pnayam29
Thanks to otneimras
Thursday, November 22, 2007
This Made Me Think
Three Sundays ago I had the chance to take a peek at the little kids at church while they were practicing their song with music director Dr. Lon Beery. Lon is a hit with the kids. They responded well to the song he was teaching them. One of the song was about "good fruits". Lon explained to them the essence of the "good fruits" in their lives. He gave examples and asked them what they thought were considered "good fruits".
One kid said, "strawberries!"
Well, of course, it is a good fruit. No one can refute that.
One kid said, "strawberries!"
Well, of course, it is a good fruit. No one can refute that.
Thanksgiving Activity
It snowed today. Real snow. Not the shredded styrofoam the malls back home spray on fake Christmas trees. Neither were they cotton balls my aunt usually put on her Christmas tree made of twigs and dried branches. No, these snows are real. Cold. Haunting.
The weather's nasty.
It is Thanksgiving Day. David and I dined in Baxter's at the Radison Hotel near RIT. It's a buffet dinner. The foods were set up outside the hall, the banquet rooms were converted into dining halls.
We feasted on turkey, ham, and roast beef. I liked the turkey better. I forgot to pour au jour on my roast beef. I really liked the pepperocini with my salad. If I shall die I want pepperocini plants on my grave.
I ate candied yams and liked it. It reminded me of home.
For dessert I had cheesecake and brownies.
A lot of families dined at the restaurant. David was wondering whether traditional Thanksgiving is being forgotten. Families usually eat at home - mom prepares the turkey (bought at Tops, Martin's or Wegman's), etc. I said it is daddy's treat to mommy - to celebrate the American holiday somewhere else. They don't have to worry washing the dishes after eating.
One man, about 5'7" and 400 lbs, wearing green shirt and pants which can be made into two tents, came huffing and puffing into the dessert room (which is the pool area converted into a another banquet hall). It was as if he'd collapse upon reaching the table. But he made it. I was going out with my cheesecake when he came in. Another super-pounder fellow had dumped two brownies, two pumpkin pies and a cheesecake on his small plate. Don't forget the whipped cream.
The man in green shirt was seated next to our table. He was with three other folks. You couldn't see the bottom of the chair he was sitting on. He could hatch three dozen turkey eggs in one sitting. David said the fellow wrapped a big turkey leg in the table napkin and put it under his coat. I said he will make it as a soup later on.
America is a well-fed nation.
The weather's nasty.
It is Thanksgiving Day. David and I dined in Baxter's at the Radison Hotel near RIT. It's a buffet dinner. The foods were set up outside the hall, the banquet rooms were converted into dining halls.
We feasted on turkey, ham, and roast beef. I liked the turkey better. I forgot to pour au jour on my roast beef. I really liked the pepperocini with my salad. If I shall die I want pepperocini plants on my grave.
I ate candied yams and liked it. It reminded me of home.
For dessert I had cheesecake and brownies.
A lot of families dined at the restaurant. David was wondering whether traditional Thanksgiving is being forgotten. Families usually eat at home - mom prepares the turkey (bought at Tops, Martin's or Wegman's), etc. I said it is daddy's treat to mommy - to celebrate the American holiday somewhere else. They don't have to worry washing the dishes after eating.
One man, about 5'7" and 400 lbs, wearing green shirt and pants which can be made into two tents, came huffing and puffing into the dessert room (which is the pool area converted into a another banquet hall). It was as if he'd collapse upon reaching the table. But he made it. I was going out with my cheesecake when he came in. Another super-pounder fellow had dumped two brownies, two pumpkin pies and a cheesecake on his small plate. Don't forget the whipped cream.
The man in green shirt was seated next to our table. He was with three other folks. You couldn't see the bottom of the chair he was sitting on. He could hatch three dozen turkey eggs in one sitting. David said the fellow wrapped a big turkey leg in the table napkin and put it under his coat. I said he will make it as a soup later on.
America is a well-fed nation.
Friday, November 16, 2007
I'm Ready for Parenthood
David convinced me to go with him to Barnes and Noble here in Pittsford on Thursday. He, along with his co-officers in the retired teachers' association in rochester, picked up books for the kids as part of their project.
I really didn't want to go because I would end up buying something (good thing I didn't). But anyway, when he was done he caught up with me by the magazine area. He browsed through a book about architectural wonders around the world. He'd point out that he'd been to this place and that like Germany, London, etc. I was looking at several magazines about web publication and photoshop because I will be taking Web Design and Publication next semester.
We were sitting on a bench, minding our own business, when an army of tiny tots came in the bookstore with their teacher. They were probably from a day care center, David and I remarked. The teacher instructed the kids to follow her to the escalator. David was so amused by the scene, remembering his days as a teacher. Two of the kids refused to go. It was too late for the teacher to grab them. They were in the lobby. She shouted for them to stay on their place and she'd fetch them. One poor little girl was so afraid that she began sobbing. It was a big store for a small creature. At first, she looked at me and began to choke. Then she looked left and right and found no one to turn to, then cried. She looked at me again. Feeling a sense of compassion, I waved at her to come to me. The poor little thing rushed to me and hugged me. She cried but I hushed her. She's probably two to three years old.
David laughed at me.
Well what can say. I can't help it when I look like Mother Theresa.
The teacher went down the escalator, with all the children in tow. There were probably 10 of them. I carried the little girl back to her teacher who thanked me.
Maybe I am really to become a parent.
I'm not ready to become pregnant yet.
I really didn't want to go because I would end up buying something (good thing I didn't). But anyway, when he was done he caught up with me by the magazine area. He browsed through a book about architectural wonders around the world. He'd point out that he'd been to this place and that like Germany, London, etc. I was looking at several magazines about web publication and photoshop because I will be taking Web Design and Publication next semester.
We were sitting on a bench, minding our own business, when an army of tiny tots came in the bookstore with their teacher. They were probably from a day care center, David and I remarked. The teacher instructed the kids to follow her to the escalator. David was so amused by the scene, remembering his days as a teacher. Two of the kids refused to go. It was too late for the teacher to grab them. They were in the lobby. She shouted for them to stay on their place and she'd fetch them. One poor little girl was so afraid that she began sobbing. It was a big store for a small creature. At first, she looked at me and began to choke. Then she looked left and right and found no one to turn to, then cried. She looked at me again. Feeling a sense of compassion, I waved at her to come to me. The poor little thing rushed to me and hugged me. She cried but I hushed her. She's probably two to three years old.
David laughed at me.
Well what can say. I can't help it when I look like Mother Theresa.
The teacher went down the escalator, with all the children in tow. There were probably 10 of them. I carried the little girl back to her teacher who thanked me.
Maybe I am really to become a parent.
I'm not ready to become pregnant yet.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Happy Birthday Pa
I called home yesterday. I greeted my father with a happy birthday wish. He had just gotten out of the hospital and recovering from an enlarged heart. I almost choked while I was talking with him. My father's the best dad ever. The most mild-mannered person I've ever known. Too bad though I can't be with him on his birthday.
I also talked with my mother concerning my father's health. The hospital expenses was another thing. I talked with grandmother and my brother, too.
My brother and I are light years apart. I mean, we're not close to each other because of our age gap. We have different interests. Though we agree when it comes to cartoons.
My grandmother would have cried again talking to me but I know she controlled herself.
I miss home but sometimes you just have to sacrifice somethings to be able to help your family.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Just a Thought
Well, if Mr. Bush doesn't want the troops to go back yet to the US, who's guarding America?
Ooops, I didn't say anything!
Hint hint hint!
Ooops, I didn't say anything!
Hint hint hint!
Friday, August 10, 2007
The Greenhouse Effect
First, a word of thanks to Pam who let us use her pool and jacuzzi last time. Thank you so much, Pam. I wish to see your cats - big cats! - again, but you know David is allergic to cats. Sigh.
David and I dined at the Greenhouse Cafe today. We decided not to order our usual fish fry. He had Chicken Cordon Bleu while I had the Chicken Tarver which is grilled chicken with sauteed mushrooms, succini, squash and, my favorite, artichoke in butter. Haley, our usual server wasn't around. We've learned from Shannon, her roommate and co-worker, that she's in San Francisco. Last time she was in Vegas. We also learned that the restaurant will be closing in Sept. for renovation. We thought it would be nice for the restaurant to upgrade most of the sections. However, we found out that the salad bar and clam chowder soup which comes with every meal will be taken off the menu. Aaaahhhhh!!!! (and a neverending aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!) Most of the people go there mainly because of the salad and soup. Also, next year they will not be accepting coupons anymore. Sigh!
Tomorrow, we had dental appointment at 10 a.m. Next week we are off to Vegas.
David and I dined at the Greenhouse Cafe today. We decided not to order our usual fish fry. He had Chicken Cordon Bleu while I had the Chicken Tarver which is grilled chicken with sauteed mushrooms, succini, squash and, my favorite, artichoke in butter. Haley, our usual server wasn't around. We've learned from Shannon, her roommate and co-worker, that she's in San Francisco. Last time she was in Vegas. We also learned that the restaurant will be closing in Sept. for renovation. We thought it would be nice for the restaurant to upgrade most of the sections. However, we found out that the salad bar and clam chowder soup which comes with every meal will be taken off the menu. Aaaahhhhh!!!! (and a neverending aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!) Most of the people go there mainly because of the salad and soup. Also, next year they will not be accepting coupons anymore. Sigh!
Tomorrow, we had dental appointment at 10 a.m. Next week we are off to Vegas.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Berry Picking
Last Saturday David and I went biking at Mendon Park. We did not know how big a park it was - with lots of trees and vast manicured lawns. We drove around the park several times before deciding to park the car near a pond.
We pedalled around and when we had enough we decided to go back to his car. On our way we saw a couple on the side of the road, picking something from the bushes and eating them. David and I decided to investigate. They were eating wild berries - the kind of berries we saw being sold at the public market for $2 a small tray. So David and I took the opportunity to help ourselves with the berries.
I ate a lot and didn't want to leave.
When we arrived home I rushed to check the bushes at the biking trail on his backyard if there were berries there. To my luck I found several. Now, I just need a basket and a red cape.
But David and I might need to go back to the park to pick some more berries.
We pedalled around and when we had enough we decided to go back to his car. On our way we saw a couple on the side of the road, picking something from the bushes and eating them. David and I decided to investigate. They were eating wild berries - the kind of berries we saw being sold at the public market for $2 a small tray. So David and I took the opportunity to help ourselves with the berries.
I ate a lot and didn't want to leave.
When we arrived home I rushed to check the bushes at the biking trail on his backyard if there were berries there. To my luck I found several. Now, I just need a basket and a red cape.
But David and I might need to go back to the park to pick some more berries.
***
Our effort to trim down, by biking, proved inutile. Whenever we arrive home from a biking "expedition" we open the refrigerator and take out whatever food we can munch with. Ice cream is the number one item on the list.
Instead of losing weight, David gained seven pounds. He'd been announcing that to his friends and his physician isn't impressed. His triglycerides was way beyond the range.
I'm even more sinful. When I arrived here in Rochester I only weigh 140 lbs. Last time I stepped on the machine I only weigh 150 lbs, now I am 160 lbs.
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