The miracle of the five loaves and two fish

68 kg of rice. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Kgs and kgs of rice and other goods to share. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

The Maginhawa Community Pantry reopened today and there’s a very long queue. I arrived late in the afternoon because I was swamped with work. However, I managed to somehow get away and buy 68kg of rice divided into 2kg packs. Then I checked the supply the organizers have to see which is abundant and which items must be replenished. I will come back after wrapping up work for the week.

The littlest of people, those who have next to nothing have the biggest heart. I’ve been reading and hearing about the generosity of Filipinos and it warms me and pains me at the same time. Prepandemic there are a lot of hungry people neglected by society and government. This pandemic created more of them.

Meanwhile, I am proud of my daughters. They’re good kids. They prodded me to take PHP 500 from their birthday money to spend on surgical masks to donate. I told them to keep the money and I will do the donation. They said, no Mommy. We still have money. We want to help.

I think because they have been aware of what I keep on doing while they were growing up. When they see their parent helping those who are in need regardless my emotional state and financial status, they pick it up. When they see me feeding homeless cats, they develop sympathy and then empathy. One night I called one of my girls to come out of the house with our plastic container of cat food and water for a kittykat near my bank. She was meowing loudly by the lamppost. I drove by our gate, picked up the food and water and drove back to the kittykat. After making sure she is fine (she was being looked after by the homeless man nearby), I went back home and tell the story to the girls.

Kindness to all humans and animals must be taught from the very beginning. No ifs and buts. I also emphasize to my girls that they should be polite to everybody, regardless of age and economic status, hence the constant use of “po” and “opo”. I always correct their manner of speaking.

Kindness and respect, generosity and empathy for all are basic things I’m teaching my girls. It will guide them all throughout their lives.

Running on empty

I was so mentally tired yesterday after battling with a difficult edit…I hate editing pieces from this particular xxx country. I always spend the entire day fixing their copies, fact-checking, etc. By 6 pm, I turned on my email auto reply that says it’s public holiday and I will be back on Monday. I usually do that to fend off the journos from this xxx country who have no sense of personal space. They did that last week when I was on holiday. I already have that auto reply and still they message me on MS Teams… 🤦🏻‍♀️

To help me destress, I turned to my sewing and finished my curtains for my own room. Hooray! Only three panels left to sew for the windows in the living room.

My hand-sewn curtains in my bedroom. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Since the curtains are now a bit thicker, hopefully my cats will be deterred from turning into Spidercats and climb up to the windows.

My 10-year-old cross-stitch project. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

To take a break from my curtain project, I took out my Mother and Infant cross-stitch project that I started when I was pregnant with my girls. A decade ago. Since I have more time now, I think I can finally finish this. I have a lot of finished cross-stitch projects that I need to have framed.


I’m going to see a pulmonologist today so I can be issued a medical certificate that says I have chronic respiratory disease. Good luck to me, I will be exposing myself to all things I can catch at the polyclinic near my apartment. 🙄


Still no sign of Duterte. Of course Bong Go posted some proof of life, as usual.


Proof of life?

If he’s still in Davao and not in a private room in a hospital in Singapore, why are the curtains drawn?

#NasaanAngPangulo(where is the president) #PatayNaBa (is he dead?) are trending for two days now.