Switching On the Sun

FB reminded me of my wife's birthday 2 days ago... Not that I have to be reminded of such special day... As a matter of fact, I already greeted her the night prior as soon as the clock struck out of Sept 1's last second while presenting my gift to her in all its "unwrapped" glory... I was reminded again yesterday as if urging me on to FB-post a birthday greeting however late. But then, the thing is that, I don't really FB-post a birthday greeting for someone I can actually greet personally... As to anything event-related, I usually post an acknowledgment instead or a testimonial, a recollection and the like; not for her directly but for others to serve as witnesses to what I'd rather express seemingly shouting it to the world... My wife then asked me how come I haven't greeted her on Facebook via any kind of posting... I was like "Huh?! Like I already greeted you last night..." Yes, that was totally "unsweet(ened)" or insensitive ...

We all have mothers. Consenting or strict, they are still mothers who probably differ in their approach in raising a family; particularly their children. Unless you’re too good, we don’t always get along fine with our mothers. Yet, one way or another, our mothers seem to always have the final say. It’s not that they’re being domineering; it’s just that, as the saying goes, “mother knows best.” Or do they? Well, we may not agree with them most of the time; but as far as anything concerning us ending up ratified by such mother-friendly adage is concerned, it may not look best in our books but it certainly is for her. Mothers only want the best for their children but it doesn’t necessarily mean children will receive the best. Motherhood is beyond ‘biological’ for it’s also about balance. She balances time and attention, luxury and necessity, yes and no, being a better-half and being the other half (except for single mothers), and other differing emotions. A challenging act like...

Yellow, more than the bright color that it is, its meaning is also ironically associated with cowardice. It is the color for a trademark of former Philippine President Corazon Aquino. Even before her passing, yellow ribbons were tied all over as a sign of respect and in support of Tita Cory (as she was fondly called) who was then battling with colon cancer. At least in that aspect, no signs of pessimism were manifested if only to wish our former President full recovery. Her point of view was sought for, thus, her recovery was then vital. Her presence has always been and would have been influential in persuading peace to rather be empowered through a democratic system. She has been, after all, instrumental as the principal figure representing every Filipino, in putting the Philippines in world history via People Power’s peaceful restoration of freedom back then. She's a global icon of democracy. True that her regime was the most beset with coup attempts. It is through one of these r...

Contrasting (too distinctive as a matter of fact) from the usual terms of endearment, I call my wife Spicy. It’s not as distinct as the reason behind it though. However like spice, aromatic or piquant, fragrant or pungent, she’s all that. With her nature seemingly seasoned with or containing spice, similarly, that’s her effect on me. She can be sweet; she can be bitter. Characteristically a preservative or as for seasoning, with a hint of basil or even curry, nevertheless, she adds flavor to my life’s cooking concoction. And while I’m on it and if it’s alright, I might as well add, she tastes good too! lol   Another thing, like normal (or abnormal) couples, we could be all over each other or at times, get into each others’ nerves. Spicy that she is, she could from time to time be too hot who needs some spanking. Not that naughty serving probably rationed in your minds. As fiery as some dish that you just want to spit it out once it stings your palate. Yes, while blandness from...