God, Happiness and Life

Is it possible to be an art collector if you are not wealthy? This I have often wondered. A couple of my best friends have each possess very impressive collections of art. Beautiful and authentic works by famous as well as new artists. Of course,  I am envious being of simple means. But that is really a joke. Yet,  I must admit, those works of art never seize to amaze my "less cultured" sensibilities. Painting as an art form has been there for many, many years bearing many differing styles; landscape, portraits, still life. Whether they represent a certain era in our world's history or not, the point is the artist bares his soul through his paintings. How wonderful is that? To be able to look at a painting today,  created by a man who existed hundreds of years ago. Through the art work, it is possible to feel the essence of those times past. Majestic or peculiar  against the walls,  paintings serve to introduce, link or remind us about eras gone by. But paintings 

Was invited to attend this big clan event.. there's little time to prepare huhuhu This was hurriedly done. My Tita Fe was asking me if I could provide a family pic including my siblings and parents, nieces and my own children.. I could not find something suitable that very moment.. most of our family pics were destroyed by Ondoy.. so i tried to do the collage .. but no can do.. Tita Fe says its gonna be too small to be recognizable. Today was supposed to be the Fernandez Domingo Clan reunion in Guiguinto, Bulacan.. so sorry I could not make it..

On Thursday, the day Aya arrived here in our place for a very brief visit, I thought everything would be okey, expecting the visit to be smooth and just in playful Christmas decorating mood. On Friday, November 30, a holiday we brought my grand daughter Aya to our family doctor because our good, old pediatrician was having a holiday. Last night was a very bad night, she was unable to sleep and almost can not feed. She was having a very very difficult time breathing.. with me watching hourly.. and to me that breathing seemed heavier and more difficult as the hours passed.. We gave her a medication for cough as her Mom approved, but with little improvement.. Lolo and I decided to bring her to the doctor first thing in the morning. And when our family doctor examined her she said her air ways are too much too tight constricted .. God! She was doing abdominal breathing which was a very very bad sign. The doctor ordered her to be nebulized for 15 minutes and examined her again.. the

My cousin posted this most recent, I guess, photo of my grandparents on my father's side. My grandma Inang as we call her hails from Bulacan and my grandpa, Tatang as we refer to him is from Nueva Ecija. My Titos and Titas look more like they descended from the Chinese or Japanese race, essentially because of the chinkiness of the eyes. But my father though looks more like my grandma. Feliza Fernandez Domingo and Jose Mendiola Domingo I remember my Lola as soft spoken woman. Always slow and soft in the things that she wishes to say. My grandfather's style is ultra different. He seems to be always having a bad day and possess a nasty habit of cursing in the vernacular :-) On my father's side of the clan, the men have MORE say in what goes on in the family. If my grandfather says something that goes without fail.. and growing up in that kind of family environment was kind of distressing sometimes because my father wanted to raise us similar to how he and his sibl

A re-share from a social networking place: I WISH YOU ENOUGH Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said: "I love you and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom." They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?" "I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral

Classmates I found through social networking sites Cecille Guillermo She is now based in Canada.

Two days before the first day of December, my grand daughter comes for a visit . We wanted  her to experience putting up the decor for the Christmas tree.. too bad, our older apo could not make it.. he has school.. And yes, she was all so ecstatic when we were finished especially with the lights finally turned on! Bliss!