My sister will be spending the whole of the 2-month summer vacation in Cebu for her On-the-Job training. Since our little kiddo will be turning 1 next month, my sister won’t be present on her son’s first birthday. Sad as it may seem for both of them and for us, the little one has no idea of what will be celebrated next month and who will be absent.
Taken this morning, Castiel, our baby, finds joy in playing with the zipper of the bag that contains his mother’s things for the trip to Cebu. Clueless of his mother’s flight, he smiles to the camera while holding the bag as if “after a long while of convincing Mommy, I get to go with her to Cebu.” But he stays here with us, while mommy has to do her practicum away.
Sister may be sad for leaving her son for two months for the first time which also happens to be his first birthday, she said: “I’m doing this for him.” Awwww, motherly love!
Little did we imagine we will be having a cake and leche flan for valentines day and the day after - today. Thanks for my sister’s professor on their subject Baking and Pastry. If it weren’t for her and her demand that they - as in each of them - needed to have a chiffon cake, with no decorations yet, we will be stuck with our usual evening routine. Sadly, well for my sister and her classmates, their professor decided that they won’t be needing that cake for their class. HAHA!!
So as not to waste the tasty cake, viola!
"Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They’ve heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.
“Then they get a taste of battle.
“For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they’ve been gutted by an axe.
“They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that’s still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.
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"The fundamental difference between the 19th century romantic novels and the contemporary romances that borrow heavily from them is in the self-possession of the heroines. Although the unmarried and all but dowerless Elizabeth Bennet and the orphan governess Jane Eyre are in positions of greater social vulnerability than their contemporary counterparts, neither 19th-century heroine is willing to sacrifice self-respect in order to gain financial security or love. …By contrast, the scenes in which Bella Swan and Anastasia Steele literally fall at the heroes’ feet and rely on the heroes’ strength to stand foreshadow each heroine’s willingness to stay in a relationship with a man whose dominance overwhelms her sense of self, and without whom she seems lost."
Guess our little fella here is loving his eyewear and loving to pose. He’s way cuter than any of us combine. Meet Castiel, our bubbly piece of sunshine.