Movie Date

Movie = Public Enemies
A long stroll down Yonge Street
Dinner at Fran's (I got lasagna)
Cute date again :)
Warm summer night.

Lovely date in Toronto. :)



However, it is sad to know that Farrah Fawcett and Micheal Jackson passed away that day. Rest in peace.

4 Weeks

In 1.5 hours marks the 4th week. :)

<3

:)

Praise Song For The Day

Elizabeth Alexander read a poem she had composed for Barack Obama and his Inauguration Day today. It's called 'Praise Song For The Day'.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

ALEXANDER: A farmer consider the changing sky; A teacher says, “Take out your pencils. Begin.”

We encounter each other in words, Words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; Words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by “Love thy neighbor as thy self.”

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

Today @ 25

I finally hit the quarter of a century mark of my life!

I feel no different. Well, ok maybe I slightly feel more mature.

But I still feel like I'm a kid...at heart.

Much like this picture below...

In Limbo...

It has been a few weeks since I last updated. I got busy with my new part-time teaching gig. All I can say it has its ups and downs. But for the most part, I get to teach even though I'm always nervous that I'm not doing a good job. The feeling of being watched over by my associate teacher still lingers thanks to teacher's college. But this time I am on my own with a student. My own 'class' my own rules. I should just take it one day at a time and learn from this experience.

The month of November has been odd. Family and work has been frustrating. Love is none existent. Crushes are there which causes confusion as always. I only say that because of the consequences that could happen. Friends are wonderful and annoying. Haha...

What else...?

Oh, I'm turning 25 in 6 days.
Big changes have happened in my life but why do I still feel like I haven't made that much accomplishment?...

15 Years!!!

I forgot to mention yesterday that it was 15 years ago that my family arrived to Canada. Wow...time does fly by.

It has been great living here in Canada, minus the cold and harsh winter weather. My awkward years were developed in this country. I sometimes wonder how my life and my family's life would have been different if we did stay back in the Philippines.

I know one thing's for sure, my weight would have been less heavy. Haha...