Tuesday, December 23, 2008



I guess you know how crazy households get as Christmas Day draws near. Mind you, even ours was not spared. My Mom has been making deserts since yesterday and our refrigerator is undeniably filled by mouthwatering deserts, which are scheduled to be brought tomorrow to our simple noche buena with my relatives, Father's side. Some of them though will be brought to a Christmas lunch time celebration at my grandparents' place-- Mother's side, this time-- the next day. And, my oh my, how grateful I am for being trapped in a delightful and yummy atmosphere, which is the mere result of all my Mom's baking and cooking. How pleasingly delicious the smell is! I cannot wait to have a taste!

For the meantime, I, on the other hand, have been preoccupied. Ha, well, I suppose you know how much "preoccupied" there was an overstatement. Of course, I have not engaged myself into worthwhile activities ever since break started. Oh, don't blame me. I have been longing for this vacation for quite a while and I am irrefutably happy to be away from school-related facets even just for the mere two weeks. Yes, two weeks of rest and relaxation and I have nothing else to do but to make sure that I will be able to make hay while the sun shines. Anyone care to join?

Admittedly, I have been addicted to doing something worthless. (If you want to call it an addiction, you are free to do so.) I have been in the basement for hours and was drawn away from reality. I was so carried away that I was not anymore mindful of the time. Ha, how crazy it does get! But I'm sortakinda loving it. I mean, the feelig of being carefree, not being mindful, and all. Whoo! It is like summer again. Summer with a cool breeze and a cold atmosphere. My summer in December.

Monday, December 22, 2008



A couple of days ago, my family engaged in our yearly feeding program (for kids). It is the second time for us to hold such (as a family) and this time, the venue was our farm and the invited kids were those living around our homestead. We provided for them a Christmas Party (complete with clowns, a magic show, games, prizes, etc.), something which was quite unusual for them, and of course, prepared a simple merienda of spaghetti, hotdogs and bread.

The moment I arrived, the party was just about to start. I saw the kids and my, they were quite more than what we expected-- in number, I mean. The initial counting of attendees summed up to 125 but on the day itself, it magically stretched to god-knows-how-much. In my mind, I was quite uncertain how the food can actually fit the initial counting. My dad, on the other hand, did not waste anymore time and sent someone off to buy additional supplies to be cooked as soon as possible.

Games. Magic Show. And finally, the food was served. Mom and I supervised the serving of the meal. There were kids who were pushing each other, some were even crying (Dad said, these were the kids who were afraid of the clowns) so it was quite muddling. But god, was I happy when it was all over (I mean, the food was all served) and was all the more happy to know that we were able to feed all 185 of them. Some might call it luck that with the additional food, everyone was served but I guess, it was with the help of God, that there came to be the feeding of the 185-- yes, just like the feeding of the 5,000. Whichever it was, I'd still like to believe it was the latter. Indeed, God works his little miracles.



"You see those smiles on the kids' faces? That is what money cannot buy."-- Dad