The Funeral

Today, I accompanied my husband to a funeral. A well influenced guy who spent his life in the fast track. I met him once in a sit down dinner. Already then I was amazed by his down to earth character after all of his achievement. They belong to the high society and almost knows everybody in town. That is why when we reach the church the line was so long and there's not enough chairs to sit all these people. Flowers lined up the entrance, people are well dressed, firm and proper. Eighty percent of them belongs to the age bracket of 60 and above. Prominent figures and influential people. Some seats are reserved for some, the others work their way through empty ones.

As the mass started, I started to realize that I haven't been to a proper mass for a long time. During the ceremony, I start to wonder what these people are feeling, well aside from grief of losing a dear friend. Do they fear their death or are they ready? Towards the reading of personal message, first from the son then a very close friend, I started to feel emotional. So touched by the moment so much so that I felt the embrace of grief. As if I was related to the deceased. People shed tears of sorrow and grief. It was painful yet beautiful. Beautiful because I haven't really experienced a funeral so solemnly celebrated as this one. Everyone is patiently listening, responding and singing through the hymn. A very well mannered crowd, acquaintances or maybe stranger to each other, united in that hour to pay respect for W.

I was moved by the affair, by the people and by the man himself.

Thankful to have been part of it, of his existence even if it's brief and for the life that I still have.

Now, I spent the rest of it recollecting and making the best of what I have.

Dear W, may you rest in peace.

Stage fright?

Today was one important school event. Pi will start her IB next school term and tonight they will make their choices. So we planned the day right and make sure we get there on time.

The busiest time started after I brought Miguel and Sofia to the movies to watch Yogi in 3D. We rushed home at 3 p.m., went straight to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. It was done by 4:30, so I have about half an hour to check Facebook ..rather my emails. Few minutes to freshen up or maybe just powder my nose, spritz some eau de toilette to cover up the kitchen smell and then run to the car.

Yes, we we're in the school vicinity by 5:29 but there's no more parking space and the seminar starts at 5:30! I left the car with Pi and hubby went to look for a parking space. We climb up floors and floors to get to the auditorium. We we're 3 minutes late when we reach the door. Inside, I can see a full house and the speaker started the program for the night. As I grab the door open, every single person sitting including the speaker turn their eyes on me and it felt like in one of those Matrix movies where time froze. I felt goosebumps and as soon as I came back to my consciousness, I step back and close the door. It's just then that I noticed people are queueing behind me trying to get in....

Coke

I don't feel energetic today. Aside from my period, restless night and helper's day off, I just don't feel like moving at all. So I thought it's time to have coke.

Don't get me wrong, I don't drink sodas. I'm not a big fan of it. But ever since coffee have an unusual effect on me, I resorted to drinking coke whenever I feel like I needed a boost of energy.

Since I will be dealing with the whole house on my own, I asked Pi to go get me a coke in the grocery, 2 blocks away from us. But...she refuse to!

Me: Pi, would you be so nice to go buy me a coke in the grocery?

Pi: No

Me: Please Pi, just a can and while you're at it why don't you put money on your octopus card?

Pi: No, i still have a hundred in it.

Me: So, you don't want your travel allowance for this week?

Pi: No, I mean I don't need to put money so I don't need to go to grocery.

Me: I'll pay you 10 dollars?

Pi: No

Me: 20 dollars?

Pi: No

Me: Well, it's not a request now, it's a command. You have to go buy me coke.

Pi: No, I don't want to go to grocery...

Me: Okay, since you don't want to do me a favor...next time you'll ask me to go to Muji, I will refuse to go with you...or do any favor you ask.

Pi: okay

Me: Okay what? You gonna buy me now?

Pi: No

Me: (in an angry tone) Look, I don't feel well and I need the coke to boost me. Okay, if you don't want to buy me a coke, you'll trade places with me and you work around the house!

Pi: (grabbing the money) ...but I don't want to go to grocery ...*moan...*moan...*moan

10 minutes later .... she came back w/ a coke :-)

*****

Okay, let me talk about coffee. Whenever I have coffee, I turn into "Tazmanian Devil" like (according to my husband). I get really hyper, I start to clean like crazy, zoom in and out, here and there, work like there's no tomorrow. And the worst part is, after all this whole day activities that I did, I stay up until the wee hours of the morning coz I can't sleep. I'm fully charged and even if I do fall asleep at around 4 or 5 a.m. it will be a light sleep...a restless one. The withdrawal effect lasts up to 5 days. For the next few days, I will feel extremely tired, sluggish and less energetic. So now you know :-)

It's dirty!

Yesterday I caught Little S drying up something in the hand towel.

Me: What happened Little S?

Little S: It's wet!

Me: What is it?

Little S: My cookie... I washed it...

Me: Why did you wash it?

Little S: It fell on the floor and it's dirty!

Me: *grin*

Apparently, that's one of the last two cookies left from her box and she doesn't want it to go to waste, so she cleaned it up :-)

My poor little 3 years old girl is running out of cookie.