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Friday, 2 May 2014

2 DAYS!

We are on the second day of May!

I wanted to jump out of this computer screen. I am so happy to go home. just 2 nights to go and I will be in my own home. Your own home that makes you feel comfortable any time of the day. I love that feeling. I have been missing that for many weeks now.

I can't wait to rest on our sofa, be it cheaper than what they have here.
I can't wait to sleep on our bed.
I can't wait to open my refrigerator and choose freely what I want to eat any time of the day.
I can't wait to take a shower how long I want, any time of the day!
I can't wait to cook any dish I want, without having to consider how the smell would affect someone else.
I can't wait to finally be me... that is the best part.
I can't wait to be in my own home, where life is sweet and easy and lots of fun!



Oh that freedom your own home brings!



Thursday, 24 April 2014

quattro anni = apat na taon

     It was april 19th when I took my flight from Osaka International Airport to Rome International Airport. It was my first flight via Alitalia, and I will never fly with that airline again. Their service is so bad, big time.

     It was my leap of faith... I was about to get married and I was flying in my scariest plane ride ever, no joke intended. There were ashes in the air, a certain volcano in Iceland was fuming lava... It caused flight delays here and there, God knows how scared I was... but still I flew across miles and I got married.

     The 24th day of April, It was 2010. It was a sunny day. I was wearing new dress, really pretty dress in its ivory color. I was feeling like the most beautiful lady that day. At least I hope I was in the eyes of my then future husband. I was able to put into use the make up that i had been buying in Japan during sale season. Hahahaha finally, I can put on make up with a good purpose: I am getting married.

     I was born in 1973, my husband is just 15 days older than me. Had we been born in the same country and the same city, we could have been great friends and lovers. Too bad we met too late, but anyhow, we have a family now. We are blessed with our healthy son we named from my mother and my husband's grandfather. We call him Nicholas Luigi. We believe in Santa Claus and we are happy to name him like our favorite saint... Saint Nicholas

     Today, we celebrate our 4 years of togetherness while we are apart. yes I am in his parents house with my son; he is in our house, an hour and half hour flight from here. Oh dear! I don't know if that's a good sign. I got fresh flowers though, delivered right here with a note that says he loves me and sorry to be away. hahahaha I love it when I get surprises. Thank you for the flowers, Amore!

           04-24-2014
           24-04-2014
           There are many number fours...
We hope to get luckier and happier. We hope to have more blessings and more real friends. We hope to be healthier and much more in love with each other. We hope to celebrate more four years ahead. We hope to be richer in faith as we travel this journey of married life...

            It is not always an easy road, but it is really interesting journey every single day. Thank you for conspiring with us. Thank you for making us enjoy each other and share our life together.

            FOREVER we will be in love, not just for FOUR years!

Monday, 21 April 2014

Munting Mundo

It is earth day...
And guess what? I decided to not use my facebook after 8 am today. At least one contribution I could do for this special earth day. I hope to pick some trash from the park as well. I am just waiting for my Nicholas to wake up.

He slept too late last night. He was somehow looking for his dad, who went home before dinner last night. Right, his father home without us. We are staying for an Easter holiday at my inlaws and we just have about 11 days left before we can finally go home to our REAL home and start our spring cleaning.

Earth Hour would be more meaningful if we could try to do something for our planet earth. The earth with all its mysterious stories behind it deserves a gift from us. And here is my proposal for my son and I to do today;

1. Nanay will use the internet less and will deactivate her facebook for at least 12 hours! (goodluck with that!)

2. Nicholas and Nanay will bring a bag and pick some unwanted sights (trash) at the nearby park. If it's a dog poo, maybe we have to pass.

3. We will buy some flowers in the pot or herbs like rosemary and replant them in grandmother's "veranda garden".

4. We will collect sticks and make some fun craft out of them.

5. We will swim in the community pool and promise to leave a small poster or two that says, "oggi e' il giorno della nostra pianetta."

6. We will water the plants in the "veranda garden" of Nicholas' grandma.

If something comes up, we will update this blog.
We will post the pictures of the things we did.
Enjoy this EARTH day, we can also make it an earth day everyday!

Whatever it is you will do today, have fun!


Sunday, 20 April 2014

Yapak, Yabag!

Kahapon lamang
Yakap yakap kita
Ni hindi mabitiwan
Dahil napaka liit mo pa!

Ngayon sa isang iglap
Tatakbo takbo ka na
At minsan sa bilis mo
Ako'y napapa-buntong hininga!

Kahapon lamang,
Munting sanggol ka pa.
Ngumingiti, humagikgik
Na tila lahat ng tao'y
Walang mga pangamba!

Bukas, ano kaya?
Bukas, paano ka?
Bukas, saan ka dadalhin
ng iyong mga munting paa?

Marinig ko pa kaya ang yabag ng  mga mahiwagang mong paa? 


NanayniLuigi2014
TinaClareteBosotti



Saturday, 19 April 2014

Our Hands

That busy hand;
That always work,
That busy hand,
That writes,
That bakes,
That cooks,
That paints,
Then cuts and pastes!

That busy old hand;
That always prays,
That busy old hand,
That washes,
That plants,
That digs,
That sews,
Then shares and gives!

That wrinkly hand;
That touches and heals,
That wrinkly hand,
That creates,
That sweeps,
That holds,
That moulds,
Then lets go and freeze!

That old wrinkly busy hand
That LOVEs and STAYS
Gets its energy and strength
from a pair of hands that suffered and got nailed!

EasterDayViva2014!
TinaClareteBosotti

Friday, 18 April 2014

Friday: Mask OFF

Take off your MASK,
It's good FRIDAY...

Tell him everything,
Unload, share, remove all
bitter thoughts...

Feel better, be TRUE
Pray with HIM
Die with HIM
Fall in LOVE with him, too!

It's the DAY that
HE suffered much
and HIS mother was there as a witness, too.

She was there!
Try to Feel her pains,
HEAR her silently cry
HER journey as HIS mother is very tough, too
Try to fit in her shoes.

Have this FRIDAY
in silence for all the SONS
and MOTHERS who are presently suffering

Unmask yourself to HIM
CRY with him if YOU must
But, REJOICE in peace on Sunday; that is the best miracle
from the heaven ABOVE󾍛

40daysb4easter2014
TinaClareteBosotti

(((sigh no more)))

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Creative Nanay...

      I started loving arts and crafts when I was a university student. I belonged to a college they called,
College of Home Economics in a state university in my country. My major being Family Life and Child Development gave me a wholistic touch of almost everything: Food and Nutrition, Clothing Technology, Child Development, Psycholoy and Special Education, Parent Education, Home Management, Art Education and Reading Education among others. On my last year in the university, we were expected to use and incorporate all of the skills we learned from all the previous classes we have taken.

     My first job as soon as I graduated was that of a kindergarten teacher. I was dreaming of putting up my own school, but it never happened. A few of my classmates have their own schools and so far their schools are successful. But priorities change as we age and even if I will have a chance, I will never try to put up my own school. Working with very young children is not an easy vocation. It is a profession that entails more than your eight hour daily work load. It is beyond that! As a new graduate then, I was being totally ideal and a sucker for great dreams!

     I still dream, but that of illustrating for children's books; maybe that can happen. Who knows? I love cutting and drawing. I never stop loving and collecting colour pencils. There is something about coloured pencils. I have this great fondness for scissors, too. The same way I love to collect hello kitty stuff. I am still using a hello kitty diary. I even recycle them because I fancy them so much. I am using my 2010 hello kitty diary at the moment, it is already 2014!  I write on the pages I didn't write on last 2010. That's recycling!

     RECYCLING! We were encouraged and taught to make crafts from nothing. During my university days, there were not so many resources like what we have now. We had to think of toys and educational materials for the early childhood learners and utilize scraps from the conventional stuff we can find at home or in the garbage bin. We then transform them into unconventional toys that make for a very good interactive gadget for the children under 5 years of age. They could be boxes big or small, plastic and glass bottles, wooden scraps, cloth, food containers, plastic bags and paper bags, even toilet paper rolls. Many great kindergarten teachers are still doing that now. I admire those teachers, those who are very creative and innovative and not so much dependent on computer initiated activities.

      Several years ago, I worked in Japan as a kindergarten teacher. The Japanese are very resourceful and creative people, hence, I rekindled my love for crafts again. It became my stress reliever that even during my breaks I still make crafts. I made crafts in the form of postcards and cards which I sent to my close friends. I still believe in snail mails and I am more delighted when I have that personal touch on the cards I send to my family or friends. Among those I frequently sent cards to, was my husband now and of course my mother. I literally sent my husband postcards weekly. He has kept them. I sometimes look at them and I laugh realizing how in love someone can be.

     Here are the cards I have made recently. I wish I have more time. But I found out that if I sleep early and wake up earlier to have my own SPACE, I can be more productive. I have a little boy, my firstborn son. He is a toddler, 1 year and 5 months old. He is my only student at home and he takes me to gym classes everyday, figuratively! He keeps me on the go. He makes me think of more stuff that I can create for children his age.

     My son inspires me to create these cards, my husband receives most of these cards. What kind of mother and wife that makes me? so much in love with my family, maybe!





Connecting Bridges





 I used to see this bridge every night from my apartment... That was 4 years ago.



      For the good 3 years and 6 months in my life in Japan; I used to see this bridge while in the train. I used to see it while waiting for my morning  commute. I used to see it while eating my dinner, until before I close my eyes.

        I used to look at it and wonder about my life, think about my Inang. I used to wander by the seaside watching it and pondering about how it was magnificently built.

        I used to wonder about my life and my questions about it. While looking at this bridge; I wandered and I wondered more. And then, I got used to the everyday challenges working and living in Japan had to offer.


        I lived it and got tired of my questions. Shopping on Sundays and singing in the church helped me a lot!

        Now, I have my son and Diego and they are the best view every morning as soon as I open my eyes...When I have questions about OUR life, I just have to look at the two of them. Both of them hold all the answers and a whole bunch of other questions about OUR life, but always HE grants me the best answers through them.

        Arigatou Gozaimasu, Grazie Mille... Thank YOU so much for always answering my QUESTIONS, your answers are overflowing! I'm humbled! We, my family are very grateful to you!

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Monday, 14 April 2014

in the eyes of my sister

I think this photo is the best I have seen so far.

I see LOVE.
It reflects a hint of great sacrifice.
It resembles the CROSS of Christ, though worn and carried in a different way.
It represents that distinct bond.
A unique bond, that not even a mother who is ever present to take care of her own son could ever decipher.

I see LOVE.
On the red cheeks of the child.
I see that firm touch and hand caress that would like to say FOREVER but letting go at the same time. That's not an easy thought, letting go is quite harsh at times.

I see LOVE
and all of its extremes,
but the love it reflects and shouts silently gives a better universal appeal to this photo.
It is a wonderful photo of LIFE
and all of its minute and grand miracles. There's love overflowing yet the background is dark. In Darkness, there's HOPE; there's LOVe!

I see LOVE
from the hands of the person who took this photo.
This isn't my photo.
My sister took it. And that makes her a much better artist.

I want to be "that better artist" than her. However, since I LOVE her;
I give her all the credit.
Her LOVE goes beyond the confines of our Angono HOME.

May our creator bless her soul so much more!

40daysb4easter2014

(Sanse, we love you! )


May her life be always Easter season!

Sunday, 13 April 2014

A Father's Echoes

I sent a prayer book to the father of my friend. I attached a Christmas card cos that is the only card I have that is ready.

I mailed it few days before I left UK.
I am now here in Italy for a month. I was wondering what happened to that small parcel.

I can't ask my friend because I was thinking it got lost in the mail and I want it to be a surprise. I said it's ok, I will just send another one next time around.

And it arrived yesterday!
And it was the father's birthday...
I didn't even know that it would be the father's birthday.

Timing!
HE does things in mysterious ways.
And I do hope that the prayer book I sent him will echo his stories and wishes to the tiniest doors of HEAVEN...

May this father's precious heart and amazing love for his family be a great example to all the fathers he encountered everywhere he had been.

I remembered my Atang. I don't miss him now. This friend's father has been my other silent father for many months now.

Thank you for the SpECiAL friends you have given me!

Settimana Santa 2014

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Friday, 11 April 2014

PAGninilay NILAY sa Buhay ni Nanay!

Friday:

Thank YOU for the gift of life!
For the gift of motherhood,
Thank YOU very much!
I am so overwhelmed...
Oh WOW, how awesome!


Thank YOU for the Friends
Who are like mothers to me,
They make my motherhood
less challenging and more interesting!

Thank YOU for those mothers
Whom I have met and talked with
They taught me many lessons
Even they were not aware they did.









Thank YOU for my own Mother!
SHE is always praying for me,
Each and every day, Oh please
keep her in YOUR warm embrace!




Thank you for YOUR MotheR,
She' s a great source of strength,
a perfect example and a wonderful friend. So simple, so humble, a SAINT!



Thank YOU for the days to come
Each day getting brighter,
Every time your warm sun shines...
We're reminded that YOU're always there!












April 11, 2014
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Monday, 31 March 2014

Those Mornings that Count

Stare at the vast emptiness
Smile and be grateful, notice the multitude of colors that your eyes can behold.

Pause and be still, listen to the thumping of your restless soul,
feel the distinct noise of your joyful heart. Do you hear it? Scarred? Scared? Or simply exhausted? 

Clasp your hands, 
Scream as you whisper, shed your tears, laugh inside out, rejoice and speak out!

Your life is extra ordinary.
You're not alone 
It is when your EYES are closed that YOU see HIM shine brighter.
Be still!
Tumingala ka sa kalawakan...
Magpasalamat ka, may kulay ang lahat!

Tumigil ka makiramdam...
Makinig sa pintig ng iyong pusong abala!

Pagdaupin mo ang iyong mga palad...
Bumulong ka, magpalahaw, ngumiti ka!

Kay ganda ng iyong buhay,
Pinagpala ka!
Hindi ka nag-iisa
Pag ipinikit mo ang iyong mga mata, mas makikita mo SIYA!

40daysb4easter2014
 

Friday, 28 March 2014

A Church of Different Colors

Where is your special space every sunday?

I went to mass last Sunday with my husband and son. It's the same church where my son's Ninong and Ninang (godparents) go every Sunday. The 11 AM mass is the mass for the community and fortunately, the priest is a foreigner like me. I can't tell where he is from but by the color of the skin I was guessing he is an African.

There were many children. More, because they are having  classes in preparation for their first communion come Easter time. The teacher assisting them is a Carmelite nun, of course with the assistance of the African priest.

A baptism we attended in Legnano, Chiessa di San Magno.
It was a great experience, thus, I am blogging about it. It became greater and better when the celebrant started delivering his homily. I tried to listen with my eyes closed. I heard the priest loud and clear maybe because I'm trying to learn the language better.  I couldn't even tell if he is a foreign or a local priest. But with some mistakes he had in grammar and having corrected himself so fast; I told myself this priest is for real. If you listened to the Pope we have now, and to the last pope we had; you would understand what I mean.
Our bible, I also read it for language learning.
     He is younger than me and he has really prepared a written homily. When I opened my eyes and listened deeply, I realized he memorized the text too. It was a very personal and substantial homily, yet his message was universal. The locals are smiling and some are giggling. I saw some even nodding their heads. I was seated at the back in between 2 grandmothers. I am always delighted and enlightened to hear priests from poor places like mine : Africa, India, China or Philippines.
A church in Tagaytay Philippines (pink sisters)

The Sacre Cuore of France in LEGOland Windsor
     He was called Fr. Herman. He mentioned his grandmother who was always takin him to church every Sunday after he had his first communion. He emphasized how important it is to have that personal connection to God in a more regular basis. He said you could do it by praying your rosary daily if you can't go to mass. But it is always good to come every Sunday, he reiterated. He talked about not losing connection or not having conversation with HIM. If that happens we will lose our way.

    The gospel was about the woman and the water of life. He provided glasses of water to the first communicants after his homily and explained to them briefly how significant the water of life is to everyone.

"L'acqua di Vita" as they say it.


Luzern, Switzerland at the city center
Luzern, Switzerland, at the city center
     I enjoyed my mass again in that church called San Pietro. It was my third time there. It is not the parish where we used to belong. I want to be in that parish, it is a REAL church for me. I saw the plumber of my in laws, happily playing the guitar for the choir composed of mainly teenagers. I saw the family of one of my former students and it felt awesome when the mother approached me and asked me about my son. Her daughter was my former student in the English kindergarten class and she knows I left the school because we had to move to England. 

       The Ninong and Ninang of Nico are my husband's cousins. Their teenage daughter was one of those collecting the offering.  There is that a wonderful feeling, to be recognized that you belong. I remember some faces and I was quenched of the thirst I was experiencing prior to my entrance in that space. It is a holy place which you long for if you believe, if you listen, if you care to be there and if you share your silent hour as well.

     There was an old couple from the south and they renewed their vows of wedding that day. Fifty long years for them... I will have my fourth. The other grandma next to me whispered that she did renew her vows, too. Her 50th as well, and if the husband lived it will be their 62nd. She was seating next to her daughter whom i can guess is older than me. She was showing me her ring while telling that story. I was thinking of my Inang all the while. The other grandma next to me greeted me, "Buona Domenica Signora", on our way out. I said the same to her. "HAVE a BLESSED Sunday Madam"... if I would translate that.
Our Church wedding was officiated by an Italian and a Filipino priest. 18-9-2010

      Where I am right now, they always look at me because I look different. I am easy to spot. I am an Asian. I am a Filipino. But once I start speaking their language, they look away.  Language does wonders sometimes or should I say most of the time? Their language is the other language I could write and read and speak, though not in a very fluent way. I am still learning it for my son.

      L'acqua di Vita! Che bella giornata! Era una Domenica interessante, non dimenticera'!

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Nakaraan... Matagal Nang Nakalipas

Sara: Ang Munting Italiana
Isang nakakatuwang experience ang pagpunta sa bahay nina Sara. Para sa akin ito ay isang uri ng break. Nakikita ko kasi ang mga malalaking lote na walang bahay, ang mga nag-gagandahang bahay na para bang sa aking panaginip ay mga bahay sa Ayala Alabang.

Isang oras lamang naman ang inuubos ko kay Sara tuwing sabado, pero para sa akin isa itong uri ng pag-uwi sa Guido Street. Isang oras ng pakikipag utuan sa isang batang, iba ang lenggwahe, iba ang itsura ng bahay, iba ang mga laruan at may kakaibang ugali.

Isang sabado kada isang linggo na punong puno ng kakaibang karanasan. Sa sabado ng umaga ko lang nakikita ang itsura ng aking kabataan. Naalala ko ang mga palaka sa palayan sa Guido noon. Ang saya saya nila kada tag-ulan. Isang uri ng musika ito noong aking kabataan. At ang bawat pagpatak ng ulan ay isang magandang ala-ala ng aking kabataan.


Maging maputik na baha man or simpleng ingay ng palaka ang kaakibat ng ulan sa aking kabataan... gustong gusto ko itong babalikan, kasi kasama ko dun ang aking Atang at Inang. Ang atang ang una kong science teacher kasi pinaliwanag nya sa akin kung bakit at paano mo huhulihin ang palakang bukid. Napaka simple ng paliwanag nya at dahil tatay ko sya, nakabaon ito sa aking kamalayan.

Pati nga ang amoy ng Atang ko, hinding hindi ko ito makakalimutan. Ang Inang ko naman ang isang halimbawa ng teacher sa laboratory classes. Sa umaga pagkatapos ng maulan na gabi, nasa poso na sya at nililinis nya sa aking harapan ang mga palakang bukid na aming nahuli nung gabi.

Ang tinding karanasan din ito. Imagine, ang iingay pa nila noong nakaraang gabi, binabalatan na sila ng Inang ko kinabukasan. Ang tindi din ng mga ala-alang ito. Walang usapan, ang aking Inang ay tahimik lang na nagtatrabaho. Nakabantay lamang ako at ako ang nagtitimba ng tubig sa poso para sa kanya.


Nasa eskwela yata o sa trabaho ang mga ate at kuya ko. Basta ang alam ko noon, palaging ako at sila lang, ang atang at inang ko ang naiiwan sa bahay.

Miss ko na ang palayan sa Guido, pero wala na yatang natirang palayan doon.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Our CULTURE : our Food



When you visit a country and ridicule the food the locals have...
Then you shouldn't travel and go to those unimaginable places...



Food is basic to everyone, it's one of the first things you long for when you're not HOME. It connects people in the family, it connects friends, it creates a whole lot of other things we call CULTURE. 



If you would write a blog, be careful with your words... YOU are not yet a certified JOURNALIST/WRITER thus you're called a blogger.

There is a way with WORDS, you can say the extremely terrible and most offensive comments and observations without looking like you are saying it to make others feel or look inferior.





Food is for everyone... Either it was bought, shared, cooked at home, sold or given for free, or even donated to you, respect it. There is always a soul involved in having it presented on the ugliest or most expensive looking plate.



Happy Memories

Dear God,
I prayed and hoped to have a calm, relaxed, reflective child...
One who thinks silently, and moves gracefully like a ballerina, a child whom I will have fun sharing my stories with...

kukibang: this was the snail i found in a park. it became my pet for months. I painted a snail with oil paint later on.
But you gave me a husband exactly as what I was imagining my child would be. I appreciate that so much. He is the best husband for me.  Every time I watch my son and observe what he does, how he is doing it, how he tries to change the way in which he was taught to do something... I keep pondering;


Our first wedding was in the city hall (commune) it was last April 24, 2010
Will I ever have enough time to jot this down?
Will I have that quiet time to write his own progress report?
Will I be able to tick that checklist of developmental stages I have kept with me for ages?
Will I ever have time to write and collect all his fun true to life anecdotes?

And as I try to search for answers to these questions, I get bored. I become tired. I fall asleep pondering. I grasp for answers as to how can I be faster than him. 
I want to be the best buddy to my son, the cool mother at 41, the energetic caregiver friend teacher in one. That was my dream!

And inspite of all the challenges in language, culture, and my life itself as a Filipina woman... I realized I am having a great time. I am living my dream.

I realized that, every time my son would stop playing to go near me, and he gives me a big hug. He would then give me a kiss on my lips, not just one but more than two. That melts my heart. I feel to be prettier than Nicole Kidman.

Thus, my dream and prayers are right there in front of me... Moving like crazy, so quick, so fast... He moves like there is no tomorrow to explore the corners of the house where we live or the dirty corners in the garden. 

This is the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for answering my prayers... I'm in my dreamland right now, and I OWE this to you. My husband and I, we owe this to you!  

Grazie Mille per la opportunità di essere genitori.