Gable died on November 16, 1960, and was buried at Forest Lawn. As he once told his secretary, “You know, I have everything in the world anyone could want but one thing. All I really need and want is Ma.”
I just read about this love story of Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, which squeezed my heart. The tragic death of Lombard almost straightened out Gable. And it was always her until the end. He had a string of blonde beauties after Lombard, trying to look for her in those women but it was always her that he wanted until his death.
Carole Lombard and Clark Gable
One gets the sense that Lombard’s giving spirit was a tonic to the motherless Gable, whose hardscrabble childhood had left him tight-fisted and emotionally vulnerable. As he once said, per Harris, “You can trust that little screwball with your life.”
I guess men do fall in love 🤷🏻♀️ I thought they only love themselves and they only get attached to women who give the most benefit to them (which Gable had been to his first two wives whom he used to get ahead in Hollywood).
But then there are few stories like this that defy my belief. Good for them, even though they ended up in tragedy. At least they’ve known one great love in their lifetime. It remains elusive to some of us.
Speaking of love, Kimchi finally met the toy that she would love to bits.
It’s a hairy keychain! She brings it with her everywhere.
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She’s very cute when playing with that thing. She grabs it by her mouth then tosses it in the air and then catches it with her paws or mouth.
I brought home a toy/cat tower but nope, she just wants this.
There’s something from last night that sent ny blood boiling this morning but I’ll write about it probably tomorrow. I just want to think about nicer stuff. Work-related stress is 🤦♀️
I need to rest because I will be driving early tomorrow to check on my house’s construction.
I am supposed to visit you in S. Korea when I come there in October. I didn’t tell you first about this plan because I could see that you are in and out of the hospital the past few months. I don’t didn’t want to pressure you to get better. I saw your last post that your were put in isolation. I had always prayed for you whenever your body failed you. Then I read Yo’s early morning post that you already passed. I was in Singapore at that time. I couldn’t process your death well because I was busy with work in a foreign country.
You were the stage actress that I looked up to in our group. I remember that time when I sang Joey Ayala’s “Bathala”, you provided the impromptu interpretative dance that had everybody in stitches. You taught the craft at the Philippine High School for the Arts when I left to pursue my journalism career and I told myself, how lucky were the students to have you as their mentor. When I was making a fool of myself during one of our performances in Letran because I was struggling with the Henerala Agueda character (I wasn’t able to completely memorize the script), you supported me by ad lib-ing so much.
I never heard a negative feedback from you even though I was messing up. You always encouraged me. You and Bill saw my potential way back in high school and the rest of the ensemble took me in after that.
I’m sorry I was not so much of a friend the past few years. We were all charting our own paths, with our own struggles. When Bart died at the start of the pandemic, I worried about you because you were among the immunocompromised people I know. But then I knew you were better off there than being stuck here although you are away from family. I thought that your university where you taught ought to be taking care of you well…
Your love for the theater and the arts never died as you continued your podcasts with our fellow stage people even from afar.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
No more pain. You are now with Him.
While you aren’t here in this photo, this still reminds me of our group. Our memory keeper, Bart, already went ahead of you so we couldn’t recover our archives.
Dear Theater Actor,
Congratulations! You had a good opening night. You received so much flowers and gifts from admirers. I don’t think I ever received such gifts on any opening night I had…😂😂😂 Hopefully I can still catch the last run of your performance, but damn it’s so difficult. Scheduling my vegetable shopping is already difficult for me. Hahahaha! Shall I bring flowers backstage? I dunno; it will just get buried with all the other flowers that you often receive. Am I brave enough to meet you backstage? That I have yet to see.
It was every boy’s fantasy to be part of Top Gun after it was shown some thirty-plus years ago—my brother included. The aerial dog fights and anything about flying jet planes tickled their imagination. So I guess my brother is looking forward to watching Top Gun: Maverick. I also remember a poster of Top Gun Tom Cruise in the old house I grew up in…I asked my older sister why she put that up and she said she can’t remember why 😂 I’m thinking twice if I should brave watching this movie in theaters but this kind of movie should be watched on the big screen. I’m wary of being in enclosed spaces because Covid is still very much with us. One of the reporters in my bureau was reinfected with Covid, two months after of getting it in February. I don’t want to get bogged down by Covid again. It was just a nasty experience.
This is the reason why it’s better to completely heal first instead of using another person to “heal”/forget. To basically rebound. You’re still being toxic yourself so it’s gonna be hard to have a healthy relationship with anybody who still carries a lot of baggage.
Some friends don’t understand. It’s not me just holding on to the past; it’s me trying to be healthy first before anything else. I need to learn to completely love myself first before I love another person outside my immediate circle. But I’m not doing this with the goal of meeting a new person. I’m doing this for myself because I OWE it to myself. I’ve been through so much shit and it’s about time I prioritize me.
So right now I’m trying to start my week with good vibes. Like this, a clean workspace to motivate me to be productive on Mondays.
I bought a new desk mat because I’m tired of my mouse pad moving around my table. Photo by CallMeCreation.comWatering and pruning my plants everyday to keep them healthy. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
These are the little things I regularly do to love myself and appreciate life again.
Tomorrow I may go to Marikina to look around a pottery maker’s showroom for reasonably priced decorative clay pots and pedestals.
Pink is the color of tomorrow! Photo by CallMeCreation.com
My big roses have started to bloom again. Lots of patience and moving around of pots to learn the optimal sun exposure and watering frequency of these flowering plants. Good things come with patience. You can’t just rush things.
While the world is busy with Ukraine and its effect on each region, Myanmar has been largely ignored these days. The Myanmar central bank suddenly came out with a directive regarding forex:
A Myanmar resident, who asked not to be named for security reasons, expressed concern about being able to access their deposited savings and how much could be withdrawn.
“If we can’t withdraw, everything we earn will be stuck in the bank,” the resident said.
The official central bank exchange rate for the kyat is currently 1,850 per dollar, but this tends to be well below the unofficial black market rate.
The country’s economy is spiraling down further. It’s hard to do my reportage remotely when nobody is willing to talk to me, even anonymously.
Balloons over Bagan, Myanmar. Photo by Boris Ulzibat on Pexels.com
Looking forward to the Holy days next week. Metro Manila will be empty of people eager to go to the provinces as they do their revenge travel. The beaches will be teeming with people. As for me, I’m staying put since I know the provincial roads will be super clogged with SUVs. Maybe the girls and I can go to the Intramuros churches to do visita iglesia and at the same time I can do sketching. We can bring our bikes. We can also bike along Roxas Boulevard, along Manila Bay.
Manila Cathedral. Photo by Gerald Escamos on Pexels.com
Before that, I still need to help them review for their upcoming tests and I’m giving them some pointers for their music lessons.
My drawing for my girls’ music lesson. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Now I know why I had to go through those rigorous piano lessons and rondalla practices all those years: so I can teach my children music down the road. 🤔 I even had to teach them how to properly write a G clef. One day they will learn how to transcribe music notation on music staff, the least favorite of my duties as a music student 🎹 and glee club member.
After the first batch of their final exams, we will be celebrating the girls’ 11th birthday. I need to order food before everything closes down for the Holy Week.
Not only is he a great dad with sense of humor and a loving husband, he is also a smart beefcake, too. I had been following his Instagram for 4 years now and he is really hands-on with this Centrfit company he has built with his partners. He road-tests the exercises personally that he or his partners devise for this platform. I didn’t try it when he offered a 30-day trial because the exercises are hardcore or high-impact that can shatter my knees.
What I discovered from being active in this campaign which made me really mad, sometimes hopeless, and disturbed. A thread.
Take a look at this video. This is such a great idea (galing @bakitbetmo). What we currently know is there is a massive proliferation of fake news scattered on all platforms possible. pic.twitter.com/YJOX3MmNxr
But just recently, I discovered a more disturbing truth: that perhaps, the fake news we see in social media barely scratched the surface of this whole machinery. Take a look at this query sent to me privately. pic.twitter.com/o4uKY6sgY3
Please read this Twitter thread. This is scary Please get out of your echo chambers. Reach out to the people in your communities.This is extremely disturbing. The enemy is really well versed in the art of black ops. Hiring microinfluencers to shape the psyche of the C, D, E markets who do not have the access to fact checkers because it requires money (data, airtime load, smart phone) to access Tsek.ph.
“When I heard about them hiring micro influencers, I just thought of them as, perhaps, a message conduit, but receiving these questions (lalo na yung most recent. I mean? Saan nanggaling yung ipapatanggal ang ambulant vendors?), kinilabutan ako.”–@hannahbarrantes
As I said during the interview in ________, those in the lower economic level are not being reached by the truth brigade. The battle against “fake news” should be approached at the grassroots level. Apply the different communication tools in AKAP principle in social marketing (Awareness, Knowledge, Attitude, Practice). This should not just be a bullet way of using mass media/social media . We’re only scratching the surface and we are failing in the first step–making people aware. Graduates of _________ know what I’m talking about when I say social marketing concepts for rural development. Same principles.
I’m getting tired. This is the longest election season I experienced. I was just chatting with one of my BFFs and she said if BongBong Marcos wins, they will no longer come back to the Philippines from their vacation in Australia and just process their immigration papers from there. Another former colleague already left for Canada, never to come back.
These are educated people. Brain drain. If Marcos wins, there will be an exodus of skilled and educated Filipinos.
This is what we do on Friday nights.
Twin A applying facial mask on me. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Twin A bought me facial masks from SaveMore. I don’t know why but she did. And she insisted that she put it on me tonight to help me relax after work. Since she used her own money for this gift, I obliged.
No filters. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Clean face, pampered with love from my daughter. Nothing can beat that.
Yes, I’m already 42 years old and damn proud of it. If he finds me old, then he has a problem, it’s not me who’s the problem.
MANILA – The Katbalaoganon Foundation, Inc. (KFI), in cooperation with the Maybank Group, is holding “Operation: BULIG KITÁ (Let’s help): A Musical-Comedy Show for the Benefit of Typhoon Yolanda Victims in Samar on Dec. 8, 7:30pm at K-Pub BBQ at The Fort Strip.
The concert features Regine Velasquez, Isay Alvarez, Lolita Carbon, Isabella Gonzales, Nanette Inventor, Jacqui Magno, Richard Merck, Radha, Ka Roger and Friends, Jon Santos, Judy Ann Santos, Robert Seña, Tessie Tomas, Lou Veloso, Jessa Zaragosa and is directed by Leo Rialp.
Tessie Tomas’ family is from Catbalogan, Samar and is also the current president of KFI. Jessa Zaragosa is married to Dingdong Avanzado whose family also hails from Catbalogan.
“Over the past two weeks, KFI has been able to send three truckloads of relief goods to Typhoon Yolanda/Haiyan victims in the Samar towns of Basey and Marabut through the generosity of our many donors and volunteers and in coordination with Fr. Cesar Aculan of St. Bartholomew Parish, Catbalogan City, who distributes the repacked goods to the beneficiaries. Together, we have modestly met some of the victims’ emergency needs, such as rice, bottle water, canned goods,
medicine, clothes and candles,” KFI said in a statement.
The proceeds of this show will go to community rehabilitation, including building temporary shelters and eventually more lasting structures.
“In truth, this is a long process which will involve partnerships with other concerned groups, but KFI commits to do what it can to uplift the current situation of affected Samareños,” the group added.
Tickets available at K-Pub (847-1961), KFI Office (912-3835), Toby’s (651-7700), Shinjuku (478-5704) & Stacy’s (952-6843).
₱10000, ₱5000, ₱3000 and ₱1000 (free seating for each section, so please arrive early)
For more info, visit www.katbalaoganonfi.com or call (0917) 584-9126.
