Place de la Concorde, just this evening. Saw this young beautiful lady coming out of the metro singing in “a loud operatic voice,” like no one is listening. Other people stare at her like she was crazy and others got annoyed but we (my family and I) didn’t mind for she has a great voice after all. It’s like we’re all in the opera house except that it’s wide open and it’s free.
Well said. I think that’s the problem with the new generation, they tend to limit the norm of what’s in and not by simply imitating what they see on TVs, stores or as it says on the “Markets.” Instead of creating their own and relying on the society’s what’s in and what’s out.
I wasn’t satisfied about how they teach my son how to read at school. It’s through memorization of words. My son is not learning like that, he just reads words like how he see a picture, a drawing or a photo. That is not reading at all. So I thought I need to do the same with him just like what I did with my eldest. Since I’m an Filipino and English speaker, I can’t really teach them the complicated French pronounciation. So I relied on books.
And this book, which I pick up by mistake and which I thought was for learning the sign language (a long time dream of mine) was bought in the “brocante,” (flea market) for an amount I can’t remember but not more than 5€. It was so good and easy that my boy in the span of a week can read simple words. And after three weeks, he’s reading more complicated words. His teacher was amazed, so she asked me if she could borrow the book that I am using. She explained to me that she knew that this book existed and she would want to use it with the other pupils of her class. I was curious why she wants to borrow instead of just buying the book for the school. So with the help of internet I was able to find out that the book that I bought for less than 5 € is actually 127€. A real treasure in the rabble. Good thing I pick it up by mistake and I bought it a long, long time ago (about 10 years now). But I just hope she won’t forget to give it back to me, for I still have a little one (will be 3 years old) who be needing it in the near future.
I asked my husband to take this photo in one of our “getaway weekends,” I was so impressed how these mushrooms touched each other in sort of like kissing. Lightly touching each other’s lips or kissing with so much passion? The answer depends on who’s looking.
(Why not me who took the photo? Being me, I was so scared to get caught crossing the line just to take a photo. I realized one thing, I can’t be a paparazzi.)
Meaning to post this photo few months ago, just to share to you the experience of enjoying the mist in an early morn. But I forgot all about it. Well, just like I always say, better late than… later!
I love photography, but I am not a professional photographer. I wanted to learn the proper way of doing it. But with 3 kids, a husband and a career, I can’t find any spare time to learn about it. Maybe next year, when my youngest goes to school. So for the meantime, I’m teaching myself by doing it, if I am given even just a minute for myself.
Here’s the first prayer I’ve learned:
Angel of God,
my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love,
entrusts me here,
ever this day,
be at my side
to light, to guard
to rule and guide.
Amen.
My colleagues and I were fooling around at work, when we saw a photo posted on a board to warn people who are running down the stairs. As soon as we saw it, I asked my colleague to do the exact position of that photo that we saw. And yes, he delivered it well.
When we went to Chartres, France, I saw this graffiti on a wall near the Cathédrale. Took a photo of it and decided to write a simple poem about it. Sorry, I’m not a professional writer so bear with me.
Faces
Other faces come, others just go
Other faces tell what you want to know
There are some that hide secrets insides
Yet others show a glimpse of what they hide
There are faces that leave long-lasting impression
Some others vanishes without our attention
There are faces that stays out of our memory
Yet others cling to it longingly and constantly
Faces come, faces go
What, where, when and why, we simply don’t know
But once in our life, a face passes by
It is us to decide if it’ll remain or it’ll be brushed aside
-Mimi Pambid- (Written on the 24th day of April 2013)
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