Hello everyone! Hope you had a nice weekend. My mother is my favourite subject, as I blog about her most of the time. She’s beautiful, a classic beauty one can say, a real Filipina, with her long black wavy hair, which she always brush with a natural bristle brush. She goes out with corduroy trousers, silk blouse or fine dresses with intricate prints, like batik. She’s always smartly dressed. She’s in dire need of being complimented, i.e. we always compliment her looks.
She used to work as a Probation Officer, so no one can screw or mess around with her. She’s a tough cookie! She knows that several factors impinge on civil liberties and strike at the basic tenants of judicial system. She also doesn’t bombinate in a vacuum of data, caught between inevitability and uniqueness. That’s one of the valuable lessons she has given us, to be lawful and be aware of our human rights.
What else have we learned from her? Well, we should look after ourselves and our belongings. She loved this antique ceramic vase which was handed down to her by her grandmother. I think she’s going to pass it to one of us, her children. She’s very observant, like she’ll remark on how slanted the rays of the sun through the window and spilled into the room. Or how animal tunnels when incorporated into the design will also allow local wildlife to cross. She’s good with details like this, that’s why we love her so.
We had a trip to Hundred Islands and its home, Alaminos City when I was in the Philippines. The trip itself was a great diversion from the hustle and bustle of the busy, urban life. The rice paddies, azure sea and the rustic and peaceful lifestyle were refreshing as we made our way to Alaminos City. And upon arrival, we savoured the city’s unique and dynamic spirit, friendly atmosphere and especially, the beauty and adventure that lies in the hundred wonders that is Hundred Islands. The islands were believed to be about two million years old. They were actually ancient corals that extend well inland, in an area previously comprising the seabed of an ancient sea. The lowering of the sea level have exposed them to the surface. The peculiar “mushroom-like” shapes of some of the islands were caused by the eroding actions of the ocean waves.
The fisherman arrived with some fish on his hands. He asked us if we wanted some. We said we’d love to have one but we couldn’t cook it in the middle of the beach. “No problem,” said the fisherman. “Choose one and we’ll grill it for you.” He came back with this treasure plus a bowl of steaming rice. What a wonderful life!