Sunday, April 24, 2016

A Saturday in Savannah

Yesterday was Savannah's annual Sidewalk Art Festival sponsored by SCAD held at the historic Forsyth Park. I didn't receive the memo that this festival was actually a contest that is open to the public. Had I known, I would have entered and shown them my amazing paintings of stick people and nipa huts! Oh, how I wish I can draw half as good as these artists!






Here's my first favorite...it looks more amazing live! 


I hate that this one isn't finished. It could have been truly beautiful😔









It was a busy day for Downtown Savannah yesterday. Telfair Museum also held their monthly free Family Day at the regency Owens-Thomas House. THE Owens-Thomas House. The first house in the country that had running water in the early 1800s...decades ahead of White House. The Savannah Children's Choir was also at its garden to serenade the crowd. 




Sunday, April 17, 2016

Faith


Arise, oh Faith!
From the pit of darkness
Rise up!
From every corners of uncertainty
Come out!

Let Hope spring up from the ground
For God is faithful
He is able
He is true

Arise, oh Faith!
Come fall upon the fearful
Rest upon the weary
For God is faithful
He is able
He is true.





For no word from God will ever fail. 


Luke 1:37


Saturday, April 16, 2016

Birthday Weekend

Birthday weekend in photos. I will let the pictures tell the story.

The hotel I booked wasn't the greatest. Can't help it. Everyone seemed to be headed to Daytona the weekend of my birthday. But that view, though! 

Oh, hello there Mr. Sun! 😎

Sun, water, and sand...my kind of morning walk...

The wind was crazy and the air was chilly! I wasn't expecting that at all. But thanks to my obssessive-compulsive overpacking, we have hoodies and cardigans in our suitcase👍🏼


I'm sure there's a lot of beautiful beaches out there, but this side of my world, Daytona has got to be my happy place.


The mystery of why the hotels in Daytona were all fully booked and expensive the weekend of my birthday has been solved: National Cheerleading Championship, y'all! 

Because the water was chilly, we dared not swim. That's okay. There's a lot to keep us busy...like paint the horizon, maybe? (Who brings watercolor and paint brushes at the beach?? Only the self-proclaimed non-beach babe: Andrea).

 
Paul was content building a sandcastle...
...and playing catch with his dad. We also played frisbee. Paul and me versus Andrea and their dad. We won, of course.

After a quick shower and lunch, we headed downtown and checked out an art museum...

...went to NASCAR...

Andrea wanted to stop by a thrift store we passed by from the beach and she came out with this really cool art book. She snagged it for 99 cents! So the backseat convo turned dorky after that...Matisse, Warhol, Picasso🤓

After dinner, we headed back to the pier because Paul wants to play at the arcade. Andrea said she only wants for us to go to the photobooth, but after we did that, she started bugging Paul to give her some quarters so she too can play. Guess kids will be kids...

Thankfully, the weather was a whole lot better the next day! The sun was out and the air was just right. God really couldn't have done any better on my birthday☺️ It was perfect! Andrea and Paul made me pose for this: 


What better way to end our mini-vacay than a seafood birthday lunch overlooking the Atlantic Ocean...

And since my sister was busy with her graduate studies and couldn't join us, we went over to their house instead and joined them for dinner. My baby nephew and niece "baked" me a chocolate cake, which they helped me eat, too.


And that folks is how I celebrated the first day of my 3@th year on Earth😁
The best is yet to come! 👑









Saturday, April 9, 2016

April Tenth

I've heard of many stories about the day I was born. I know most of them are facts and some I am almost certain are fiction, thus a mere product of wild imagination. Here's some of them:

1. I was born at 10:44am at a big hospital in Quezon City by a doctor who is like a celebrity doctor. Fact. My birth certificate confirms all these...at least the place and the time. The celebrity status of the doctor who helped birthed me is a little questionable. 

2. My mom just gave birth to my sister more or less seven months prior to finding out that she was pregnant again. With me. Fact. 

3. My mom delivered all her children via C-section. She's scared of needles, hospitals, and doctors. She hated the thought of going through all of birthing woes again just over a year of giving birth to my sister. I was told by family members that she contemplated aborting her pregnancy with me, but my dad was adamant. My mom neither denied nor confirmed this so I guess it's a fact?

4. My mom almost died giving birth to me. I mean flat-line dead due to anaesthesia overdose. She said she woke up in total darkness and on the horizon, she saw a very tiny, faint line. She said she was like at the bottom of a well and someone was calling her name. She told me that the voice got louder and louder until she finally gasped, opened her eyes, and looked straight through the eyes of the doctor who shock-paddled her to life. I am so thankful that God didn't take my mom's life and allowed me to be raised by her. She's an amazing, strong woman. All these are facts, confirmed by family members.
Update: My sister who is in the medical field just denied this. She said my mom probably merely lost consciousness, overhead the doctor/nurses that her BP was like 60/40, panicked, and thought she has 50-50 chance of survival. But hey, the near-death experience adds so much drama to my birth...heroic even so I think I will stick to my mom's story😉

4. According to stories, when my mom brought my sister home, who is 17 months older than me, everyone ohhed and ahhed upon seeing her. I've seen pictures of her when she was a baby and she sure was a beautiful baby. But the story continues. According to my brother, when my mother brought me home, everyone fell silent. No one said I was pretty. He said I was such an ugly baby no one wants to say I was cute but no one dared tell my mom I must have been replaced from the hospital. My brother, like any brother, was mean to me when we were growing up. Also, unlike my sister who had like one million baby pictures, I had none. The earliest photo I had was this one picture when I was barely one year old in the arms of my mother. The picture was taken at a distance so no one can really make out how I looked, except you can tell that I was bald. So truthfully, there is nothing to substantiate my brother's story. I am convinced without a shadpw of a doubt that my brother's story is all, but a lie (but my mom always chuckles at this story, neither denying nor confirming, so...)

5. My dad was out of town when I was born and didn't see me until a few days later. I wonder what he said about fathering an ugly baby😜

Every year on my birthday, my mom tells me one or two of these stories. My siblings would then stretch some of these truths. Just this morning, my mother called me to greet me a happy birthday. She also said that it could have been her 36th death anniversary, too. Wow, thanks Mom for the guilt trip down memory lane! 😂 But my parents love me, I have no doubt about that. As the youngest child, I was spared of many spankings and I'd like to think that I was showered the most hugs and kisses. So to my mom who almost aborted me, but decided instead to almost-die for me, thank you for carrying an ugly baby for nine months in your womb! And to my dad, thanks for convincing Mom that I am going to be worth all her pains. 😂😂😂

So, thank You Jesus for taking care of me. Thank you for saving me from infanticide. Thank you for my parents and my two siblings. Thank you for my happy home growing up. Thank you for all the prayers you answered. Thank you for my life now. Thank you because you know what you're doing in my life. Thank you for the love, joy, and peace. And finally, thank you Jesus for saving me from death and giving me life eternally with you! Today really is the best time to be alive!  
 Happy birthday to me! 

Sunday, April 3, 2016

The One Where I Was Flippin! Part 3

Aaand...Flipped Furniture Number 1 is stamped done! 

When Andrea realized what I was planning to do with this project and learned that I was going to paint it with gray and black, she said she wants it in her room and would use it as a sidetable. Hence, this furniture is going to be referred to as The Sidetable from here forth. 

I went to work at this sidetable as soon as I came home from work last Friday. Since I needed to wait in between coats of paint, I wasn't able to finish this until tonight. If you know me, patience is not my greatest virtue. So for this project to take 2 weeks to complete is a world record for me. It only shows how seriously I worked on this project. 

Jet was very supportive with my current obsession. For the most part, he left me alone to work on this sidetable (he usually watches me like a hawk when I am working on something. He has this habit of giving me unwanted advice especially when I am cooking. In MY kitchen. Go figure). 

Sure he supplied me with most of the stuff that I needed and gave comments here and there, but this project has my name written all over it! I'm glad Jet allowed me to play with his toolbox. If you know him, you know that that's a big deal (I only hope that I put everything where it was because I have no freakin idea what those tools are called. So if something goes missing later, I wouldn't have an idea what to look for).

Anyway, if I'm going to grade myself on this project, I'll give myself a B minus and and here's why:

1. I did a good job being patient. For real, I was waaay patient. Even when I was itching to grab the paint roller, I held on and waited until the primer had set in. I was really good at waiting this time! Also, I sanded in between primer and in between paint coats. That's something! 

2. I was ambitious and went two-toned with the side table. It was a mistake on my part. I shouldn't have done that. If you see splatters on the side, just think that at least I was ambitious.

I loved working on this project. It was really therapeutic for me. Last Saturday, the weather wasn't so good and rained almost all morning through late noon. Instead of taking a nap, which I normally do when I'm at home and it's raining, I decided to finish the side table. Armed with roller brush, paints, and sandpaper, I worked in silence in the garage. No music at all. Just my breathing and raindrops. It was quite relaxing.

So the big question is: How did it turn out? Look at the before and after. Again, please bear in mind that this was the first time I've done anything like this. Be less judgmental :)

Before: 


After:


So, yay?