Bottled Sky

My mom’s cellphone got stolen this morning while she was commuting home from my grandma’s house. Apparently, she left one of her bag pockets open and a fellow passenger must have just decided to help himself. I wasn’t really surprised when I found out because my mom’s kinda careless about these things. What I am surprised about is that something like this hasn’t happened to me yet. I’m not as careless as my mom, but I’m not exactly the ever-watchful pedestrian either.

I am, however, always watchful for children’s picture books on sale. I am a big fan of children’s books, but they’re usually so expensive. But I recently lucked out and was able to get a hardbound copy of a jazzy children’s book called The Low-Down Laundry Line Blues for 50 pesos at a National Bookstore sale and the paperback edition of a charming picture book called Spring is Here for 25 pesos in a used bookstore in UP. Now I would neither pass up a chance to rummage through dusty racks in a secondhand book shop nor say no to digging through messy sale piles in big bookstores. You’ll never know what treasures you’ll find

Last weekend my grandparents (we call them Ima, which means mother, and Tatay, which means father) celebrated their golden wedding anniversary by renewing their vows. Almost all their kids and grandkids were there, the guys in barongs and the ladies (that includes me!) in gold gowns. The whole event was pretty cool. I mean, imagine being married for half a century…wow.

And this weekend I watched “Star Wars Episode II” with my barkada (Filipino slang for clique). It was actually the first Star Wars movie that I really watched. My parents took me to see “Return of the Jedi” when it was re-shown a few years back, but I fell asleep half an hour into the film. This one, however, was quite fun, especially the last 20 minutes or so. Hehe, Yoda kicked some serious butt! It was so funny when he did the “kung fu hands” pose

After the movie we had an impromptu sleepover at Aggie’s house. We stayed up until dawn talking and raiding their fridge for munchies. It’s funny because it seems like I actually see more of my barkada now that we’re studying in different universities than when we were all in the same high school. Maybe it just seems that way because we have so much more fun together now. I mean, in high school we just had lunch together and went on occasional night-outs, but now we actually take long vacations together, have sleepovers all the time, and generally just go out more often. Yup, the old quantity vs. quality thing