Reblogged from an October 2010 entry and added a picture taken this morning:
My mother comes from a big family. She has 10 siblings: six brothers and four sisters (one died in infancy). That’s why you can imagine the bedlam whenever my aunts would come home from abroad which doesn’t happen very often.
My mom and her sisters are very close and the bundle of PLDT budget cards you can find all over our house is a testament to how much time they spent talking to each other over the phone—long distance call, not withstanding.
You cannot help but wish to have a sister of your own whenever you see the four of them together. Even now, the years have not diminished their respect, love, and support for one another.
My grandparents must be so proud to have raised such beautiful daughters.
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—Elizabeth Kubler Ross (via kari-shma)
“Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.”—Graham Greene (via kari-shma)
“Took you long enough to get here. Took you ten years to get to my house. Huh, what’s the matter? You don’t like my house? Does my house stink? That’s right-it stinks! I didn’t have no favors from you! Don’t slum around me. Talkin’ about your prime. What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I didn’t have no prime. I didn’t have nithin’! Leg’s are goin’, everything is goin’. Nobody’s getting’ no nothin’. Guy comes up, offers me a fight. Big deal. Wanna fight the fight? Yeah, I’ll fight the big fight. I wouldn’t wanna fight. Know what’s gonna happen to me? I’m gonna get that! I’m gonna get that! And you wanna be ringside to see it? Do ya? You wanna help me out? Huh? Do you wana see me get my face kicked in? Leg’s ain’t workin’, nothing’s workin’, but they go, “Go on, fight the champ.” Yeah, I’ll fight him. Get my face kicked in. And you come around here. You wanna move in here with me? Come on in! It’s a nice house! Real nice. Come on in and move. It stinks! This whole place stinks. You wanna help me out? Well, help me out! Come on, help me out. I’m standin’ here!”—