Happy Graduation... x3!

Happy graduation to Marilou last Wednesday, March 21.

Happy graduation to Jerome and Joseph, too. They will get their diplomas today.

Coongratulations, guys. Goodluck to college... and real life :0)

Here's a "Farewell," a popular graduation song during your Mama's high school days (hehehe) so you may not be familiar with it. Anyways, hope you enjoy it just the same :0)



Farewell

We used to be frightened and scared to try
Of things we don't really understand why
We laugh for a moment and start to cry
We were crazy

Now that the end is already here
We reminisce 'bout old yells and cheers
Even if our last hurrahs were never clear

Farewell to you my friends
We'll see each other again
Don't cry 'cause it's not the end of everything

I may be miles away
But here is where my heart will stay
With you, my friends with you

Yesterday's a treasure, today is here
Tomorrows' on its way, the sky is clear
Thank you for the mem'ries of all the laughters and tears

And not to mention our doubts and our fears
The hypertension we gave to our peers
It's really funny to look back after all of these years

Farewell to you my friends
We'll see each other again
Don't cry 'cause it's not the end of everything

I may be miles away
But here is where my heart will stay
With you, my friends with you

Farewell to you my friends
We'll see each other again
Don't cry 'cause it's not the end of everything

I may be miles away
But here is where my heart will stay
With you, my friends with you
With you, my friends with only you

A Matter of Taste... and Names

A couple of amusing articles about Filipinos' penchant for "weird" food and "unique" names by a British correspondent assigned in the Philippines.

Here are excerpts from his articles:

Matter of Taste
by Matthew Sutherland

I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full asimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT. The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back.

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Here, however, no one bats an eyelid. Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names". These are nicknames that sound like -well,doorbells. There are millions of them.

Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear.

Click here for the full article.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOEMI!