My happy stories Part 4 (Happy being a kid)

Just two Saturdays ago, I had a fantastic time with my youngest cousin. (I adore kids but not the brats)

He is my favorite cousin (I hope my 20 or so other cousins won't mind)

It's because he's the youngest--our baby and he's the cutest and the funniest. He never fails to fascinate me with his witty comments, quirky and vivid stories and playful expressions.

He was barely a year old when I made him one of my 18 roses during my debut. Besides my dad, and my escort, he was "the boy in a dark blue tuxedo." Mind you...he's the most popular and most talked about guy that night. All my girl friends adore him. I wager he will be a campus crush when he enters high school. If he becomes a playboy, I won't mind too --good genes must be spread not kept. (just kidding)


Time flies --he's 8 years old now!

I love it when he calls me "Ate"-- it's the privilege I don't normally get as an only child. So when my cousins call me Ate it gives me a different feeling--like I am a wholly different person with big responsibilities. I'm the "baby" at home so whenever I am at my grandparents' house I get to play another role which is "Ate" and I always try my best to play that role well.

On the other hand, my female cousins matured a lot faster than me-- in actions. They are all very lady like- they wear skirts, they sit with their legs crossed and they can walk and stand for hours wearing stilettos. They are experts in applying make ups too. I survive my daily life with lip gloss and powder.

Back to my cousin:
We were alternately playing with his PSP (game: WWF) talking about wrestlers he knew and I knew--i only know very few. We had an argument whether John Cena's new movie's name is 12 hours or 12 rounds. I said it's 12 rounds. He said it's 12 hours and he sounded so confident and he know the guy better than I do-- so I conceded. Later I found out the movie is "12 rounds" so that makes me right...but he already went home so I lost the chance of tickling him till he begs for his life.

He surrendered his PSP to me--only because he got tired of it and he started playing with his John Cena action figure. Then I got tired of the PSP too after some minutes because I'd rather play Nascar or Gran Turismo so he shared to me his "doll" and I played with it like I do with my Barbie Doll. I made it do some ballet movements---of course the John Cena doll now looked like a gay wrestler--he thought it's funny and he laughed so hard. I love hearing his bell-like laugh. So I played with the doll more -- making it do some belly dancing moves. While I play with his favorite wrestler, he asked me about wrestling which of course is the topic I know few about-- I had to text my friend to give me some names of popular wrestlers. WWF is my cousin's latest obsession. He used to be obsessed with Pokemon, Power Rangers, Batman, Superman, Spider Man and even Kapitan Inggo. (When you're a kid it's fine to have a change of mind often--nobody will accuse you of disloyalty).

Then I played like a naughty Ate by telling him that all those wrestling acts are scripted--those wrestlers are not really fighting and I'm pretty sure they hang out in bars for a couple of drinks after their show. And the blood is not real--just ketchup! He was laughing all the time while I was telling him this. I only stopped the story when suddenly he started looking for a ketchup.

Our talks flew from wrestlers and wrestling to latest movies I or he had already seen and movies not here yet but already included on our list of "what to watch" -- Transformers, Dragon Ball, Wolverine and more.

We talked about the stories of Street Fighter, X-Men, Dark Knight, Harry Potter and Twilight -- of course he knows Twilight too.

He only got two question to each stories:

1. Who is the bad guy?
2. Did he/she die?

His innocent mind believes that bad guys die all the time.
He doesn't know yet that in real world it doesn't' work like that--all the time. More often, it's the good guys who die first and bad guys die last.

Then it was his turn to tell stories. I listened intently to him. His imaginations are very interesting to listen to. For some minutes his imaginations brought me to a different world--a very colorful and bright world. He created his own story by mixing up all the characters from various movies- imagine Chun-li killing Voldemort and Harry Potter being a werewolf and that Spiderman has a huge secret...he is a vampire and good friends with Edward. (I delight looking at his eyes as it gets brighter everytime he tells the exciting plots)

Our stomach started to ache from too much laughing. Then we got hungry and we ate some treats from Bread Talk.

Then he told me about his problems--whether to watch Race to Witch Mountain or Monsters vs. Aliens and whether to eat hot dog or ham for breakfast.

How I wish I could go back to being a kid--to a life where my problems would be as simple and small as his.

Before he went to bed, I kissed him goodnight.

I went home blissful


I have one wish: I hope he will not grow up so fast. It's scary thinking that soon he will be facing the real world...and realize that all his favorites and his superheroes are all but a fantasy.
Each day...each year...is a time bomb.




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My happy stories Part 3 (part of my happy high school memories)

Eraserheads "The final set" concert is now on TV!
In GMA 7 of course.

My status: currently watching it.

Actually, I was there--unintentionally.

I did not plan to watch the concert...because most of my good pals were not present.
Two of my girl friends are in Canada and two of my guy buddies are in Singapore.

Eraserheads has been part of my "growing up" years -- particularly my high school life.

I really couldn't say if they're my favorite.

But I grew up hearing their music --same with Francis Magalona's rap music.

And well---I know the words of each of their songs.

Seems my brain is attuned to them and when I hear their songs I could easily fill in the blanks.

Anyway....I heard all about this reunion concert and I know it's a big thing...

But I did not want to go...

Perhaps if my high school buddies are here, it would be a nice event for all of us to come and see...perhaps.

The concert was held in the grounds outside Mall of Asia. Coincidentally, my parents got something to buy at SM department store and wanted to have a late dinner at Pot and Noodle House which is also in MOA.

But it took us almost two hours to find a parking space.
There were too many people
Many irate ones too - I could fully sympathize with them especially if you are in need of a rest room but could not find any that is not crowded.

When I saw Ely Buendia from the humongous screen that you could see even if you're miles away, I reminded myself that I was not there to watch but to be a good daughter and have a nice dinner.

But in our attempt to avoid the bedlam, My parents and I found ourselves stuck on our feet and watching the concert. We were literally stuck. We were pushed by people--we could see the mall's entrance door but it's impossible to get there without stepping somebody's toes --so we just stopped moving and stood there watching Ely from the screen.

I am fully aware that my parents are not fans of rock music. So I did not dare ask how they were feeling but out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom's foot tapping in time with the music and my dad even recognized "Overdrive" - he hated this song so much but he knew the words of it.
That's the weird thing - -I used to tell my friends that I am not a fan of E-heads but I could sing along with any of their songs and up to now I haven't admitted to them that "Yes I like E-heads too." To be exact, they haven't asked me. They just assumed that I would not like E-heads and rock music because it's far from my "image" (a conservative-fragile-Filipina).

Anyway, whether I like E-heads or not it will always be a part of my happy high school memories

And watching the concert on TV is quite but not really similar to having the front row seat.





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My happy stories Part 2 (A happy reader)

How many of you still love me? --this is often asked by our church Pastor every time his preaching would focus on topics that might sound hurtful but true. And we know we're getting sermons like that because we need it. It's funny when almost three fourths of the congregation would have their head bowed down - a reaction whenever Pastor would hit a nerve but they could not disagree with him because what he's saying is true so they don't have a choice but put their hands up and admit that "yes we still love you Pastor" so continue hitting our butts. We all need a good big fat slap sometimes. It's not really wise to just follow what other people say "do whatever makes you happy" especially if getting that happiness means hurting other people on the way.

Be responsible!

Anyway, his preaching is all about "KNOWLEDGE" ---getting it, keeping it and what to do with it.

I would not write here the whole preaching but the gist of it.

How to get knowledge?
READ!

How to keep it?
List down new information

What to do with it? Apply it in your daily life

He said young people should READ to be successful

And old people should READ to continue being successful

He's the same pastor who said that SAVING is the key to getting rich - save! save! save!

But last Saturday, he said "go to Power books or any book store and BUY A BOOK (except comic books) and READ!

He said "Ignorance is expensive"

But knowledge is more valuable than gold.

I am a very obedient person and I always listen to my Pastor

So now, I am on my way to my favorite book store........

Woo Hoo!!!

Am I so happy to have another excuse for buying a new book?

Definitely!!!

Oh and I need a new book case too.


Seriously, people should read more especially teenagers. Video games and comic books would not be very helpful to your future.



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