SUNDAY, SWEET SUNDAY
Sunday mornings are always the busiest ones in my weekly calendar..And each Sunday is quite different from the one that has just passed by..
Today, all my 5 singers spent the afternoon in my house...Patricia, the new kid in our choir finished her school project in my PC..Last night, she took some shots in a DVCamera and this afternoon, they edited the footage into a 4-minute mini - documentary..
I gave them open access to my PC and they made use of the movie maker..a free amazing software that could produce a short documentary..something unheard of a few years back..Since my PC has no DVD burner yet, I had to make a final DVD-R copy of the school project in my DVD-Recorder..
While Caitlin was typing in the names under the credit titles, Emma was asking: "How about me?..How about me?
So Caitlin typed in "Emma Forbes..Moral support consultant.." It was just a school project, all in the spirit of fun!
Before ending this entry, I want to share a few quotes I heard from Emma this morning..
There are several copies of our Church hymnal here in our house which we need in order to practice the songs..Emma opened one of them and read on the first page: PLEASE LEAVE THIS BOOK IN CHURCH..Then she asked me: "What is this book doing in our house?"
Then while exchanging the usual knock-knock jokes, she said:
"I know the meaning of dude.." Yeah?", I said, noting that dude means man or a male person. "What?" I asked..
" A dude is a pimple on a donkey's butt.."
I almost spilled my coffee all over my Sunday attire.---#
1 comment:
I remember the sweet innocence of my childhood too. Back home, in that beautiful but economically hard garden of eden, one learns that a wrong is sometimes a right, and this is met by silent looks of parents, and a quick change of topics, or the admonition that 'that is to be done', basta yan ang gawin....
I remember particularly the times when I was told that whenever there are people looking looking for my parents, I should go to the gate, which is a little far from the front door of our house, ask them who they're looking for, who are they, and tell them I dont know if my parents are home but Id go and look.
then i will report to my parents. usually they wont entertain the visitors, but sometimes they would for a select few.
it was only when I was in high school that I was able to fully realize the importance of this 'approach', it might have even saved our lives then.....
slowly, the innocence of youth gives way to the understanding of the ways of the world...interrupted only by the idealism of college years...I still remember one of the reasons why i chose to go abroad: so that Id be able to live with as much ethics and morals since on an empty stomach, they would be down the list.
well, what have i learned thru all theseyears? That once you get basic needs out of immediate problems,(because salary abroad can provide for basic needs very well unlike back home), then one proceeds to higher morals, the violation of which is more sickening to the stomach than violations to feed the gurgling stomach.
people, when their stomachs are full, think of more money, and when they are sufficient, think now of sex...hehe It is just that in the pursuit of these otherwise okay goals, lies, injustice and unfairness surely will be committed.
I guess that is what is really the beauty and the enticing power of what is called the simple life back home. When life is simple, you have simple pleasures too, but you also avoid
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