Thursday, October 20, 2005

While We Wait

One of the things I asked from God for my birthday last week was to let my son pass his kindergarten admissions exams. For unlike his older sister, Pia, who willingly sat with me through pre-exam cramming sessions, Gabby would quickly extricate himself from my grasp after stating flippantly that he already knows what I am going to teach him. Very smug for someone who is just starting to read 3-letter words. I was especially worried that since he will take the test at 1:00 in the afternoon which was his usual nap time, he might not be able to answer well or just hurry through the whole test so that he can get out of it soonest.

But while we waited for his turn to take the test, I had a feeling that Gabby will prove me wrong. He made us proud by going in to the testing room confidently and after the test, went out with a wave at the lady-teacher. In his own playful way, he must have done his best.

And indeed, he passed the tests. So for this entry, I’ve included a 2-page layout to remember that fateful day when Gabby helped make one of my birthday wishes come true.
:ecstatic extension frame by Jacqui Wilsher from a crop at; brushes, papers and transfers from the Youth kit by Denise Docherty of

:"go" arrow brush by Emma Wilsher from the Visual Emotion cd collection at other brushes and papers from the Youth kit by Denise Docherty of

Friday, October 14, 2005

The Last of Kin

On the 26th of February this year, my batchmates and I, Batch ‘80 of St. Theresa’s College, Manila, celebrated our 25th highschool reunion. After more than 2 months of weekly song and dance practices, and the final week of nightly jazz exercises, we celebrated the big event at the Makati Shangrila.

We all looked forward to this reunion. Many classmates who now reside in the U.S. braved the rising airfares, not to mention the grueling 16 to 24-hour flight home to Manila for a mere one-week stay. Truly, they graced us with their presence.

Countless stories were told, and we laughed at the silliest of remembrances that only giggly grade school girls will find funny. For that was what we were to each other. Yes, most are successful career women, possibly known in their own fields – but to us, they remain classmates, just a girl who slept in class or whose hieroglyphic writing begged decoding.

It is poignant to remember that after our batch, no Theresian will ever walk the hallowed hallways of our school. We are the last batch to graduate before the Carmelite nuns decided to close STC Manila permanently. I write this now because on Saturday, Oct. 15, I will be given the opportunity to go to where I spent half of my girlhood, the former STCM grounds. And before nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks all over again, I would like to recall through pictures, the happy times I spent with my batchmates one fine day in February in a small town in Batangas.
:paper by Rebecca diGrazio of; stitches by Gina Cabrera of digital design essentials; paper flower and brads by Trish Jones of; lace corners by Rina Kroes of
:papers, tab, and brads by Rebecca diGrazio of

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


Most of us would like to believe that there is someone strong and brave enough to release us from the invisible ropes of bondage whether in the form of poverty, oppression, or plain old bad guys. Perhaps this is why people, young and old alike, enjoy computer RPGs while children (and even adults?) imagine themselves as rich, royal, or superheroes.

As a parent, I was not exempted from the demands by Gabby for superhero videos and costumes. I have done 2 layouts to immortalize these instances to show how ‘a kiss and a hug’ can actually lead to ‘let’s go and buy’.

1. Ever since he saw the preview to the sequel of Zorro, he has renewed his acquaintance with this horse-riding, whip-lashing hero. Since he already has a Zorro costume and consequently, a layout last year, I hope that this entry will remind him that he no longer needs a new costume especially now that his old one no longer fits him.

2. Before Gabby leaves for pre-school everyday, he would go over his masks and choose which one he will wear for play with his friends while in the playground. I often wondered why he wanted to stay an extra 15 to 30 minutes after school until I came to know that he and his classmates would take turns playing Batman, Spiderman or whichever superhero would strike their fancy. Being my only son, he doesn’t compete with anyone for his toys so I was pleasantly surprised when I learned that he was voluntarily lending his masks to his classmates. Considering that his superhero masks and costumes are precious to him, his gracious acquiescence to his classmates’ overtures for his masks makes me proud of the unselfish little guy he’s turning out to be.

I am sure that like my nephews before him, Gabby will soon outgrow his liking for super hero costumes and role-playing. But before that, and lest I forget, I would like to remember one of the questions he almost always asks himself before leaving for school, “Who will I be today?”

:paper and transfers by Denise Docherty of Scrapbook-Elements