My Will

I love to write. I have written a good number of stuff, but I am guessing that when I die, my most precious written piece will be this. My will. {Not that I am dying, but heck, we take out life insurances, why not do our will at the same time?}

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* My cat, Muningning, I am entrusting to our househelp. (Assuming I happen to take on a cat, and if I do, I am pretty sure I will delegate the feeding and cleaning tasks to the help so it's really going to be technically mine - since I will be buying the catfood - but it's emotionally my yaya's cat}

* My boxes and boxes of fashion jewels and rolls and rolls of elastics goes to my favorite girl cousin, Inah, as she needs something to do at home when her Tatay and Kuyas scare the bejesus out of the guys wanting to date her.

* My collection of pirated cds and dvds I entrust whole heartedly to long-lost relatives who I see only when a relative meets the light.

* All my eletronic gadgets must go to hubby, since he was the one who bought them for me in the first place.

* My treasured lacoste bags will be the family heirloom - so my daughter gets them.

* My secret sinangag and pritong hotdog recipe will be a family kept secret, so I guess, my daughter is burdened with it.

* Hubby will also get my pochim (my thin cuddly pillow), my havaianas (we have the same size), my jurassic photo albums, my computer and all its viruses.

* My small collection of jewelries will be Gail's. So she has something of mine that she can wear everyday.

* My mom will get all my clothes, shoes and all the non-lacoste bags. Oh, and she also gets all those lotions, body scrubs, facial masks that I keep at the back of my drawer unused.

Sadly, these are all of mine that I can rightfully give away. Apparently, I am not much of a gold mine. Either I make so gaddang little money to buy more, or I just spend way too much on hot fudge sundaes.

Green Green Grass

"The grass is always greener at the other side of the fence".

Wherever we go, there's always someplace else that looks to be a whole lot better than where we are. But when we get there, we find worms and a bunch of critters. Then we go scooting over to another fence, searching for that greener grass.

It's a cruel truth - you will never find that green grass.

There will always be something amiss, something you prefer to be otherwise.

The search is fun, the travel exciting.

I think the trick is to know when to stop, enjoy the grass you landed on and have fun with what you have.

Eventually, when you get tired of it all, you pack up and go with a cheerful heart knowing you did good at your last stop.

Uno!

Gail has found a new past time. UNO! She's so good, I swear, I have not won one round against her - and I was not even losing on purpose!

A Day at Mommy's Office

I bring Gail to the office whenever I need to work on a Saturday. Multi-purpose activity actually - I get some work done, she gets to play with all the toy samples I develop and we get to go shopping afterwards! Really good quality bonding time for us!

Oh yes, she has soooo much fun at work!

Cat Nap

Our newest addition to the family - intsik na kitty na natutulog.

Seven

Yummy cake!

Stop dance!

Ang di gumalaw, talo!

Tsimisan muna. Wala pa yung food.

Ang hindi mag-greet ng happy birthday, walang goody bag!

with teacher

Busy Bee

What keeps Gail busy?

My Little Star

O.B. Montessori's Grade School Parent Orientation Day.
Gail was the Grade School model for their "sunday's best" attire.
Sabi nga ni Nel ng PBB Season 2 -- BONGGA!

Lili by Kathryn Gail Dee

Meet Lili. This is her story.

{Ones apon a time a Girl was named Lili

She go at the Park Everyday

She slides and play
The and

thank you}

This is Lili outside the park

My daughter's first official short story. I am bursting with pride.

Talk to me

My relatives tell me I spoke english until I was 3 years old. Apparently, I lost my knack to eloquently converse in english when I had to say more than "yes", "no" and "because".

My 7 year old daughter has started to talk to me in colehiyala english. "I do not want hamburger naman eh" or "I can carry my bag. It's not bigat." I find it amusing. Her dada finds its equally adorable.

She's seven, so she's excused.

But if you are old enough to have sex, or to drive (whichever comes first) - please, please restrain yourself from falling into the trap. English conversation is good only if you are having it with somebody who is really english speaking - somebody who processes thoughts in english.

If you process your thoughts in tagalog and struggle to verbally translate them, believe me it is a pain to watch. It's slow death for us. We will lobby for euthanasia - not for you, but for us who you subject to excruciating pain.

So the next time you find yourself caught in an english sentence you cannot complete in english, be kind. Mag tagalog ka na lang.