Psyche-

They were somebody's Madam and Sir. He is somebody's math teacher. She is somebody's adviser. She can pinch you to blue.  At home, they are our parents. I also had my own set of teachers who molded me into what I am now- strong and passionate with my choice of life.  Thank you L-rd for putting them into our lives not only as our math teacher or adviser for a year but a lifetime. 

Cara's Culinary Cut Photo above: (upper left) steamed rice over steamed mixed green leafy veg, (upper left) fried rice with veg, (middle right) pancit canton with steamed winged bean,  (middle left) boiled  cassava, (lower) escabecheng cassava HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

 At New Era University with this good friend of mine during the awarding... ...tried the NEU Lib... browsed some mags and newspapers... Food... Tried the NEU bus... @ SPJ... @ Maginhawa...  And final stop: @ the UP-Diliman ground...

On September 13...      They are our parents' parents. We call them lolo or lola, abuelo or abuela, or Apong. They live for the role we must be grateful of in many ways. This day marks a special remembrance of them.                     An ordinary couple       who is the symbol of faith and love           going the artistic description-            the enduring tests of time...     "Adu-adu kami'y mankakabsat, wa-o kami . Nu waday makan, manpipinit-ing kami. Dakami'y mamanang, iyuy-uya mi din iyu-ugtan mi (There are many of us siblings, the eight of us. If there's something to eat, we share. If it needs so, we big sisters give way to the younger ones),"  we heard from our mother who let us partake from their story.      My lola was a public school teacher who in her younger days was as ...

Believing in luck...               The color red...                    The number eight...                             True or not...  I love you! WILDEST DREAMS He said let's get out of this town Drive out of the city Away from the crowds I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down He's so tall, and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins my one condition is Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams (Ah ah) Wildest dreams (Ah ah) I said no one has to know what we do His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever But...