scene and heard

my dad and bro, while watching home alone:
"that's the problem with urban warfare, lots of traps."
"his only exit is pataas na."
...yes, even family movies are subjected to warrior analysis :)

my friend, leaving for his MBA in the US this year (you go, noo!):
"i'll say, "i'm filipino! speak slowly!" bwahahaha.

me, on my hands and knees, scrubbing bathroom tiles, classifying under-the-bed junk, and finding retro college letters:
"now this is a holiday!"

those of you far away, culinary goddesses and spanking-new anglophiles, mothers-to-be and present fathers, spore writers and kickass hand therapists (1 of 4,500 in the world! you rock kapatid!), i said a prayer for you last sunday, even if 3 tween kids were terribly annoying and noisy behind me (yes, i know you're not even 14 yet and you're way taller than me, but please don't bang your foot against my pew throughout the homily).