Homeward bound...

Topic2: Putting HOME back in homework...

*My POV

1. What was the funniest thing I did when I was a baby?

*My brother older brother has always been a stickler for order. I remember in his room (he was 6 then, and I was 3), he had a a highway set up permanently on the floor. He had a particular way of putting the cars on the highway and was also very particular about the way he would fix it, down to the last centimeter. I would, when he was not looking, test his memory by moving a car an inch or two or maybe move a car or a truck from one spot to another. Then I would move away and watch him (my mom said I had a serious face while watching) notice the slightest change and get upset over it. I did this everyday and my mom found it so funny. My dad would laugh too and called me "SUTIL" or a real tease. My brother never got angry at me though. I guess he was not allowed to get angry at his baby sister. (Oh the power...Mwaha.)

2. What was my first word?

*My first word, much to my mom's disappointment, was "Dada".

3. What was my first food/favorite food?

*My yaya's food. Tuyo, and noodles. Talk about an MSG diet!

4. What was the craziest thing your mom did when you were a student?

*My mom did a lot of crazy things when she was a student. Her "barkada" was one of the popular girls and they loved to throw parties ALL THE TIME. One time, they wanted to throw a party but were short in funds. Still, invitations had to be sent out. Because they thought it was a hilarious yet ingenious idea, they wrote out their invites on toilet paper! But somehow, the school got hold of 1 invite and their group was called to the principal's office. They were let off with a real long scolding and the "master-mind" of the idea was suspended. What a nasty punishment. But sometimes I think my mom's life was a lot more exciting than mine. Hehe. She actually complains about me being "conservative"!

5. How did your mom and dad meet?

*My mom was CMLI's Ambassador of Goodwill to the WORLD IN 1977. In 1978, my dad joined the same contest and won it. On the night of the proclamation of winners, my mom put the sash on my dad. He quickly took advantage of the situation and gave her a kiss. Their fate, they think, was sealed by that kiss.

6. If you could do anything other than what you are doing now, what would it be?

"Nothing more, nothing less. I am the sum of all my experiences and I would not exchange anything for the world. Besides, why bother sweat over something that I really can't do anything about?" (Oooohhh... Pilosopo yung mom ko pala. Hehehehehe).

7. Tell me a secret you kept from your parents. (*grin*)

"Me? My parents always made it clear that they would be around to help me get out of any pickle; and so I figured it would be okay and safe if they knew all of my boyfriends. They also allowed me to all the parties I asked, allowed me to take the course I wanted to take sot there was no need for any secret. *In a booming voice* AND I EXPECT MY KIDS NOT TO KEEP ANY SECRETS FROM ME!" (hides and rocks back and forth in a corner..."mummy...")

8. Tell me something about you that I still don't know.

"Everything you know about me really is on a need-to-know basis. I believe when a sitution calls for it and you need to know something about me, it will come, but now that you ask... I can't think of any right now. Too bad. Just wait. (What a silly question)." (Ay boo. My mom talaga.)

Sandman's spell

I wanted to share this poem with you guys. I guarantee you: this transcends the oh-so familiar "Hush little baby".

Lullaby

W. H. Auden

Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Human on my faithless arm;

Time and fevers burn away

Individual beauty from

Thoughtful children, and the grave

Proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day

Let the living creature lie,

Mortal, guilty, but to me

The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:

To lovers as they lie upon

Her tolerant enchanted slope

In their ordinary swoon,

Grave the vision Venus sends

Of supernatural sympathy,

Universal love and hope;

While an abstract insight wakes

Among the glaciers and the rocks

The hermit's carnal ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity

On the stroke of midnight pass

Like vibrations of a bell,

And fashionable madmen raise

Their pedantic boring cry:

Every farthing of the cost,

All the dreaded cards foretell,

Shall be paid, but from this night

Not a whisper, not a thought,

Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Mesmerizing, don't you think? ;) Heehee. Interpretation is yours to keep. But I don't mind sharing, really. :)

Coffee Talk

Topic1: Who am I?

Coffee with Carlie---sounds an awful lot like Koffee with Karan save the Indian aspect and snarky comments, doesn't it? In my wildest dreams, it's a talk show---perhaps a cross between ETC's The Today Show and Oprah Winfrey show---where my interviews (ranging from the experiences of natural disaster survivors to Johnny Depp's notorious, bohemian image) are hosted in a laidback cafe scene.

However, once again, the inexorable, annoying reality bug strikes and bites its unsuspecting victim. Although we (that is collectively, just me, myself and I) lack the necessary funds, equipment and connections as well as the supposed millions of viewers (who don't even know I exist), I still get my share of the limelight. Fortunately the title and idea still holds itself true: I love coffee---the smell, that is; I love the ambience of the cafe and the kind of crowd I'm surrounded by. Because I am innately a sociable and communicable being, I do get to interview people---sadly not Johnny Depp, but my friends and family who compensate enough for the frustration towards the chances of meeting the celebrity. With them, I am also relieved and permitted to let myself go entirely. (Although in any circumstance, I find myself slipping into a Friends moment and preparing for instantaneous, interminable laughter from the audience).

Perhaps another reason why I imagine my life as a talk show is because I discovered I have the patience to listen, understand and counsel people experiencing different issues. Although I may appear to be but an inexperienced juvenile (especially since I am one of the youngest in the batch), I find myself transcending this current age and being able to handle situations maturely. Old Soul might be an appropriate description for me, not only because of the previous reason but because my interests are retro. (For instance I more often than not, prefer Bossanova, Jazz and jukebox music to Rock, Hiphop and RnB, if you know what I mean.) But modernly speaking, I am referred to as a non-conformist. I dislike trends both in fashion and in thought. (I won't even be surprised if many (specifically those pathetic, pitiful, narrow-minded people) may view me as heretical for I embrace and adapt a variety of beliefs). I loathe people imposing or attempting to convert others with a forcible and superior attitude---(apparently, they've not learned the word respect). Other than the Ten Commandments of which my religion dictates, I live my life according to Desiderata by Max Ehrmann.

All of the abovementioned information you have read, is what I believe quintessentially encompasses my being of which neither one can be changed or erased by you or whosoever. Coffee with Carlie is therefore not just my childish dream of some easy-business media show anymore, but a personality and lifestyle of enjoying the moment and getting to know you and the world, from two unique angles---mine and yours.

So now that you have pretty much a clear idea of who I am, it would be my turn to treat you to a cup of coffee some other time. I want to know whether you like your coffee black or with cream.