Last weekend my mother sent me a text describing CJ's comment on a page of a volume of his Bible Friends. It was one on the crucifixion: This is Jesus. He said to his Father, why did you forsake me but he did not answer. Oh, what a pity to Jesus. The wrong grammar and shaky semantics amused me. Detaching my rigid academic head off lay stuff was a learning moment. All those fine scholarly writings I encounter at work and I get to witness a child's cute opinion. Don't you just love life's bonuses? Yesterday my mother rang. It was to worry about me and the current flood situation in Bangkok. A couple of minutes in: CJ: (rambling in the background) I can't ride it anymore... (then butting in to address me) Mommmyyyy! why did you tie my swivel chair? Me: Why, what did you do in church? Am I not so deaf?! (nakakaloka ang buhay na to) Ma then explained that she told CJ it was my order to have his swivel chair tied in a corner to prevent 'improper traffic' in the li...
"Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age, and dreams are forever." ~ Walt Disney