This “Mother & Daughters” Tandem Dared to Wear BLACK!!!

See what the Halloween Party, put together by Unilever and its Clear Shampoo, did to this mommy blogger and her 2 blogger daughters (AND their young friend). IT MADE US DARE TO WEAR BLACK!!!

The girls were excited when they received their invites about a week or two before the event.

Invite to the Clear Black Night Party
Invite to the Clear Black Night Party

It was right smack during their sem break so it was easy to get them to come. Excitement was in the air as they planned what to wear on this blackest of black nights. They passed for me at my office and chatted away as we sped off to Taste Asia at Mall of Asia for the event.

It was also a big change for me. Several years back, the girls were excited about what costume to wear as they went trick or treating. Now here they were, on Halloween Night, all looking glam and grown-up in black!

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Lady Predator with my girls and a friend of theirs
My girls & their friend obviously enjoying the Clear party
My girls & their friend obviously enjoying the Clear party

The crowd at Taste Asia ranged from the young to the yuppies. I ended up making my rounds of the bloggers who were outside while the girls, attracted by the lights and sounds, spent some time dancing the night away inside.

DJ Herbie Walton
DJ Herbie Walton
Beauties & bloggers alike filled the dance floor
Beauties & bloggers alike filled the dance floor
Dancing the night away
Dancing the night away
Batang Yagit and Jezhlau in the foreground
Batang Yagit and Jezhlau in the foreground
Two Janes + Chris
Jane the foodista + Jane the yogini + Chris
"Funnysexy" and "Billycoy" in the foreground; Fritz with cam
Kring and Alan in the foreground; Fritz with a cam
"Bachelor Girl", "Jester" & Mike Abundo
"Bachelor Girl", "Jester" & Mike Abundo
Moi with Jay, Aileen, Fritz and the girls
Moi with Jay, Aileen, Fritz and the girls
My girls with their blogger friends
My girls with their blogger friends

The highlight of the night as far as my 3 young girls went was suddenly seeing Ms. Earth candidates coming in to join the bloggers and party the night away. My girls were so taken by Ms. Tanzania who, in their words, had “the most beautiful dark skin” they had ever seen!

Ms. Tanzania
Ms. Tanzania
Miss Earth contestants
Miss Earth contestants

And Ms. Canada was most charming and accommodating enough for us to get this shot of her and the girls:

A "kilig" moment posing with Ms. Canada
A "kilig" moment posing with Ms. Canada

Many thanks, Unilever people, for this awesome party!

You bet, this mother and her girls had a great time. Generation gap no more!!!! This was one night when mother and her daughters did the same thing TOGETHER! That, for me, was a CLEAR MOMENT…

Pop! Goes the Nestle

I grew up with Pinipig Crunch as my favorite treat. I love ice cream, no doubt about it. But my problem always was this. It would sometimes drip before I could eat it all. Some parts would drop from the popsicle stick if I was not quick on the draw. It could get pretty messy. And I still had a popsicle stick and wrappers to dispose of.

 

Nestle recently came up with the answer to my woes. Nestle Pops!

It comes in 2 handy sizes. the 62 mL plastic container (which retails at Php25) and the 211mL tub container (which retails at Php75).

(62 mL container)

(211 mL Tub)

Nestle Pops looks like Hershey Kisses (at least that was my first impression). Curious about it, I popped one into my mouth and just savored the chocolate-y flavor until it was soft enough to collapse. And delight of all delights, my palate tasted the vanilla ice cream which is inside each Pop!!! How ingenious!

 

No messy hands, no wrappers to throw away, no popsicle sticks. Problem solved!

At the moment, Nestle Pops is available at Shell Select Stations nationwide as well as at the MRT.

And….it has its own website! Check it out HERE. It has an online game for games young and old called “Pop’d Stars” which offers an Xbox 360 console with a Rock Band set as the grand prize aside from weekly prizes.

The Great Iloilo Flood: Typhoon Frank’s Wrath

I was born in Iloilo City (Jaro, to be specific) and most of my parents’ relatives still live there as well as in Bacolod City.

So when Typhoon Frank lashed at Panay Island over the weekend, I was very concerned about them. Our driver who had children there told me that the water rose so fast (up to their necks) that the children had to evacuate to neighbors on higher ground.

My brother forwarded to me a text from a relative who described the situation as “serious”. They have no phones, no electricity, no water. And they expect this situation to last several months. This sounded like a step back into the Dark Ages!

I just came from the Multiply blog of my niece and read through her account about how water rose 8-15 feet in Jaro in just 10-15 minutes (how could that be????). Friends of her Mom called to say that their relatives were stuck on trees as water swelled around their barangay. People were caught unaware; many were still having breakfast as the waters rose. So many lives lost, so many homes destroyed completely, so many people’s livelihoods shattered.

I do not have a complete picture yet of how our relatives there are. We are still trying to contact them one by one to check on their situation.

This site carries pictures of the storm’s aftermath in Iloilo. The scope of the devastation just leaves me without words. On TV earlier, I looked at Boracay and could not even recognize it as a tourist spot with pristine waters and white sandy beaches.

As we follow news of the ill-fated Sulpicio ship that sank and the number of passengers who died, even more questions are in my mind concerning the flash floods in Panay:

– How could torrential rains, no matter how strong, inundate such a wide area in just a few minutes?

– Was this a result again of illegal logging?

– Who should be held accountable, if ever illegal activities were behind the floods?

For now, I am helpless here in Manila. All I can do is pray for my family over there and hope they are able to weather this trial. Please pray with me for all those who lost loved ones and shelter and if it is within your means, help by donating your excess to the various institutions accepting them for the people of Panay.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (our family’s version)

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

Hubby would recite this poem from memory during many Christmases and I learned that when they were small, he was always tasked to recite this poem by his aunts during their Christmas program. No wonder!

Well, I did not know that this poem had so many more stanzas to it than the often-recited intro. Turns out, it has about 56 lines to the poem.

My BIL Gerard decided to revive their old family tradition with a twist. He divided up the lines into about 27, made us all draw lots to see who gets which lines, and we had to deliver them in the most creative way possible during our Christmas program.

I drew #22 and my lines went this way: “He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose,…”

Just 3 lines. Yet as soon as I said the 3rd line, I promptly forgot the 1st line. So tell me, when was the last time I had to memorize anything? What with my handy PDA and computer and cellphone to keep track for me? I had no need to commit these things to memory!!!

But we all tried our best (the family spirit of healthy competition kicked in!). It was a real contest, after all. Gerard set up a mock stage complete with drawn curtains. My MIL was a judge and so was another family friend. And there were prizes to be won too!

Curtain time!!!

Greg, one of my 5 BILs, opened the show with an introduction about the poem’s history in the family.

Then one by one, we came out of the curtains, delivered our lines, complete with whatever props we could rustle up at the last minute, and were cheerfully applauded by everyone else.

Some highlights:
* Goko (Aunt Luding) and Gilbert were dressed in actual PJs for their part;

* The throw pillows in the den were nowhere to be found because each one of us playing Santa had stashed 1 under our shirts;

* A niece, Steffy, cut out red circles for her face;

* The part with Santa and the reindeer were aptly played by Gabby’s kids. They used a chair on wheels as sled, had 2 kids as reindeer (using the cardboard antlers they made earlier) tied to the chair with straw. Eugene played Santa;

* Marisa caught everyone’s attention because during her part, she ended by throwing chips into the audience. Of course all the kids had loads of fun catching them as they were thrown;


* Gabby came all dressed up in a nightcap and borrowed nightwear, with a woolen scarf to boot;

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* For my part, I got a blanket from our room and put in some gifts to make it look like Santa’s knapsack. And borrowed one son’s black socks for the “stockings” part.

The judges chose the top 10 performers. Since some were tied, 7 awards were given out all in all though prizes were awarded only to the top 3 places.

M2 took 3rd place, Marisa placed 2nd, and guess who tied for 1st place…

My dad in-law and I!

Hehehehe…surprise, surprise.

After the show, we played “Pin the Tail on the Donkey”. I tell you, it was a retro afternoon with parlor games dating back to the 70s!!

Greg played Santa later, announcing the names of the gift recipients. Each kid had a trash bag handy to store all his/her gifts in it (we learned from past Christmases when gifts would get all mixed up!).

What an afternoon!

Season of Hope and a Family Tradition

Every home is likely to have a Christmas tree. Almost every home would have a ‘belen’ or Nativity set. I wonder — how many homes have an Advent wreath with candles similar to what you see lit in churches during the Sundays of Advent?

Ours does!

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And mind you, this is not just for display!

From the 1st Sunday of Advent till Christmas Day — EVERY NIGHT to the extent possible — our family gathers around this table, lights the candles (purple, purple, pink, purple — in that order — from the 1st to the 4th weeks), join in the Advent prayers for the day from a prayer book, and sing the Advent songs.

C1 was still a toddler when we began this family tradition and it worked its way down the line to our youngest, M2. Each year as the kids grew older, we continued this Christmastime custom and witnessed how they grew with it. When they were toddlers, we lit the candles for them and they would argue over who got to blow out the candle/s that night.

When they learned to read, we assigned portions of prayers to them until they were old enough to read (and lead!) the prayers in its entirety. In fact, C1 insists that M1’s reading abilities improved a lot during the time he was made to read from the prayer book (can you imagine some of the Bible words and names he had to learn to read as an early grader?).

One by one, they learned to light the candles (M1 recalls his first time after he completed a scouting camp). And all of them can sing the 2 songs from memory. In their earlier school years, when ‘O Come, O Come Emmanuel’ was first taught either in Music or CLE classes, it would surprise their teachers that they knew the lyrics and tune right off. More so would be the surprise of friends upon learning that we all could sing the lesser known song ‘O Come Divine Messiah’.

A personal part of the rite was the intercessory portion. To the chorus of “Lord, hear our prayer”, we made the rounds of everyone. Each kid was given time to offer up his/her intentions for the day. When they were younger, we would get prayer intentions like: “I hope I get a ________ for Christmas” (hint! hint!). Eventually we got more serious intentions: “I wish I could pass my test tomorrow…” and lately, some of the intentions have gone outward: “I want to lift up my classmate who is sick of ______.”

The climax, of course, is something we do as an extra. On Christmas Day, we light a WHITE candle which stands in the center of the other 4 candles, waiting just for this one day to be lit. The 2 songs are no longer needed as the Christ Child is already with us. So instead, we sing a Christmas song.

It warms my heart that despite their being in this so-called “rebellious, defiant” teen years, we could not go through a Christmas without setting up these candles on our table. They themselves look for it, as though our Christmas cannot be complete without it.

Years from now, when they begin to have their own families, I hope and pray that they carry on this timeless tradition — another family memory and treasure for their own children to have.

And I believe that for as long as these candles of hope continue to be lit, our problems and that of our country and the world will not seem too hopeless. There is a God who continues to come to us, to our country, and to our homes under all situations, good or bad.

When your son is no longer a babe…..

He is all of 13 years old. He insists he is no longer a baby. He is away from us — all the way in China — for 6 weeks.

M2 is on a foreign study program — part of their school’s vision to bring their students into a keener awareness of their roots, appreciation for their ancestors’ mother tongue and culture, and a stronger sense of purpose. It is also a learning experience in more ways than one as these boys, many of whom are pampered with creature comforts at home, have to deal now with

– studying without a tutor;

– overcoming terrible homesickness;

– learning to communicate in the language of their ancestors in order to be understood;

– adjusting to living with other boys their age with different personalities and quirks;

– dealing with groceries, laundry and budgeting on top of coping with a demanding study schedule; and

– basically going through an accelerated “growing up” program.

 

We heard from him yesterday. He sounded OK, had no major concerns about food, accommodations or his studies. In fact, when he asked to speak to his older brother, we thought it was because he missed him….only to find out that their whole conversation was on the latest goings-on with the wrestling TV show they both loved to watch (he has no TV in his China dorm room). He also told me he had been doing his laundry by hand rather than use the pay-per-cycle washing machine so he could save up for pasalubong.

At the moment, my feelings are mixed. There is a part of me that terribly misses him but another part of me is happy that he is learning to fly using his own wings. A part of me wants to cry upon hearing about his method of scrimping to afford gifts to bring home; but the other part of me says this is a good experience so he will learn the value of money earned.

When our kids grow up, the process is not just an experience for the kids but probably more so for us, their parents, who have long cared and watched over them, and now have to slowly let go. In a sense, we are also “growing up”. The transition from a parent to confidante, adviser and friend is fraught with fear and pain; but when hurdled successfully, it can be very rewarding as a new kind of relationship develops.