The Cleaning Lady loves PH: When Shopping in Manila

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Mabuhay!  Shopping in Manila? Drop by Kultura for quality goods and souvenirs.
Don’t you just love Smiley?  He shows a sample of the smiles you will get when you visit our country.  If you are Pinoy and looking at this blog,  please repost for sharing.  Salamat.

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Hola, Ground!

I started my Christmas shopping already … was on a look out for canvas bags to promote recycling, instead of using plastic bags and got a lot with the theme Philippines.

We went light shopping at SM Aura and enjoyed looking at the wonderful, beautiful stuff (Proudly made in the Philippines) at Kultura. They are now bedecked with Christmas décor, including placemats, napkins with matching rings. G3 and I also looked at the jewelry section.

We should arrange for a weekend shopping spree. Hope you get a new ISP so you can go back to writing soon.

Missing you,
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I love Windows #6 : Paz & Bien

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Not Really A Death Scene:  Paz & Bien

Bien woke up with cold sweat. Paz was in his dream again … with another mission for him.   Even if it wasn’t a nightmare, the dream gave him something to think about. Her message was clear:  Go to San Antonio. Be there at 6:15AM.  You know what to do.  After which, go to the room at the right.  Say the message, light one and wait.

After all these years,  how could she still send me on a mission?  He thought about it, looked at his alarm clock : 5:30AM.  Well, better do this now.  No point in delaying the mission, let’s do this.  He did not want to get Paz angry.

You won’t like me when I am angry, Bien. 

Yes, I will be afraid.  Very afraid.

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He was there earlier than 6:15AM and had time to look around.  Very few people were there, mostly the regulars.  Bien nodded to the man, nearest the door.  The old man seemed to have been there for ages.  He remembered him from so long ago — like, what, when he was 10?

So, he heard Mass, went to the candle room and selected the rack with the name San Antonio … just like what his mother said in his dream.   He silently said the message: 

Yes, Mama. I miss you, too.  Yes, I am ready.  I want to find her now.  May San Antonio help me in finding the right girl for me.

He lit a candle.  The waiting started.

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Three years from that date,  Bien was holding their firstborn — who had Carmela’s big, brown eyes, getting ready for the child’s baptism, at the same church.

They named her Maria Paz,  after his mother.

And that was his mother’s last mission for him.  She made it possible for him to be happy.

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The window Paz y Bien is located at the Sanctuario de San Antonio, in Makati, Philippines.  Went to hear Mass there two days in a row this weekend.

The 28 y.o. Bride and the Trinket

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The Starbucks bear pretending to be a frog was sitting on top of the bed … right in the center. Not on his side of the bed … not on her side either.   The bear, they fondly called ‘Toti’, was wearing the … Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning Bottled Sunshine

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning, Bottled Sunshine!

We all start our days in different ways: going for a run, hitting snooze 17 times, or watching the morning news, among many, many others.

6 October 2013.  No sunrise to take a picture of so I got me the next best thing.  This was supposed to be a gallery — but have yet to learn how to do that …. 

Good morning to all!

Love,

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Other good morning photos are featured here: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/04/photo-challenge-morning/

Mina’s Coffee

Made my Saturday morning … shortly before I got my cup of coffee — brewed by my husband, served by my firstborn and with a warm hello from the Lord by way of this story.

The Silver Leaf Journal

Morning, hot and golden, had broken over the horizon about an hour earlier. Mina had risen, showered and dressed and headed out into the warren of alleys and passages of the bazaar. These spaces in between were, like the negative space in a painting, born of the room left empty between stalls.

It was shady and dark in there, though already hot, as she moved anonymously along among the men and women and children, crushing and heaving and smelling of stale spices and sand and sweat in their multicoloured throng.

She passed piles of rugs, scarves, pottery and pots, gold and silver and gemstones and mirrors. She twisted and turned,  moving through tables that held bowls upon bowls of ground powders in reds and browns and golds and blacks, their sweet and sour and spicy aromas mingling and lifting into the sky to temporarily block out the stench of humanity.

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Daily Prompt: Served with Gratitude

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Nothing beats being served with gratitude. We were given a generous serving of cake at Italianni’s, BGC (our regular go-to place for Italian fare). The cake was served in a big plate, with the word “Grazie” (in chocolate syrup, yes!) on it. Added calories —- yeah — but a nice touch.
I am employed in the customer service business so the gesture was much appreciated.
Shared with friends, it was a delightful way to end a meal. Burp!

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Find out more on how others appreciate great customer service here:
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