From rags to riches

No, I am not going to tell you about Cinderella. But, I do not mind it if my sons would ask me about it. We could be men cinderellas in our own right. Though, we should not wait for a prince or a princess to marry us. We could be successful to the point of getting rich by working hard.

I am inspired by this quote from Jon Bon Jovi:

“Map out your future, but do it in pencil.”

Yes, it came from the singer of the band. Do you know that he was just a janitor in his uncle’s studio? He braved himself to ask a record producer to listen to his voice. The rest is history and he could now afford a Westgate vacation even everyday!

Bonding over four packs of instant noodles

It was raining cats and dogs and I and my boys had a choice, get wet in the rain or maybe sleep the afternoon. I would be taking the night shift so I had the whole day with my kids. My eldest decided to play his fave games at the computer while I and my youngest took a nap. At around 4PM, the rain stopped and oh, we felt hungry! The cupboard was empty except for those packs of instant noodles. I opened and cooked four packs and yummy! The hot soup warmed us and we were happy, bonding while eating. That was a perfect moment for us. We do not usually eat together because I had to go to work. Oh, by the way, if you are wondering who takes care of them while I am away, it is my youngest brother who happened to be single too. He is like second Dad to my kids. Actually, he is the one who disciplines them more than me. Thanks, brother.

Remembering my mother

It is Holy Monday today. I could not help but remember my late Mom. Yes, I lost my mother last year. She had hypertension. She lived a good life though. She served us well. She was the best Mom. She even took care of my sons. She lived with us or I lived with her? My Mom had always been supportive of me and my decisions in life. Yes, you could say that I am a Mama’s boy.

Anyways, one of my brothers asked me to make the sweet sauce made of coconut milk and brown sugar that our mother taught us. We would use it by Friday. It has been a tradition in the family to eat suman with that sauce every Holy Week. The more that I miss my Mom…