Session 1

After almost three months of waiting, we finally got an appointment in HELP Therapy Center. Despite the long wait, we're still truly blessed because it's a three-minute walk from our apartment. Less travel time means an awful lot. BUT. I still can't believe the waitlist period for Developmental Pediatricians and Occupational Therapists. Sigh. 'Nuff said. We're happy, we're ok, we're in!

For the first session, Teacher Mark just allowed the Little One to play, read a book, scribble using crayons, walk , run, make noise. The goal of the session was observation and rapport-building. He also asked us to identify three goals - what we would like to see over the next six months. These are on our list (yes, they can't be SMART).

1. (Speech) We want to hear our Little One speak.
2. (Behavioral Modification) We want to feel that she understands us by cooperating when asked to do things. Currently, she seems to "operate" at her own will and time. When you bug her, she walks away.
3. (Behavioral Modification) We want to see less "casting" from the Little One. We don't understand why she likes to throw things. She tends to do this when she's bored, happy, angry, etc. It's so strange.

Looking forward to the next session.

I hope Teacher Mark treats the Little One like his own: favorite sister, favorite daughter, best lady friend and/or mother.


"I'm frustrated" look

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HELP Therapy Center
Address: 1655 Peñafrancia St., Brgy. Valenzuela, Makati City
Phone Number: 896-5195
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Scarlett Fever

I don't have the details but it seems that Scarlett Johannson, or a look-alike, was spotted by someone somewhere. The Hubby would have been thrilled. :D

I love the last comment - "why, mabantot din ebak nun." Keeps everyone grounded.

Shit is shit. If a heterosexual guy is given the opportunity to sit next to Scarlett while she takes a dump, he's gotta be a real sicko to be turned on.




Image is from here

dinner has been served
sinful servings of loathe
when you swallow these lines
how do they taste like
do they leave a bitter taste
in your mouth?

what flavor profile
drives indifference
deliberate or otherwise

a bucket full of good intentions
goes a long way

you chew as if time is just a spice

the salt shaker is tired
the chef wonders

Good thing I'm no beauty queen.

Question: Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love, why or why not?’

Answer: If I have to change my religious belief, I will not marry the person I love because the first person that I love is God and He created me. And I have my faith, my principles and it what makes me who I am. And if that person loves me, he should love my God.

Religious beliefs are not clothes nor hair color. You can't "change" them just like that... The question is semantically flawed, it does not deserve to be answered. But this is Ms. Universe. A dear fag friend perennially reminds us all: it's not a quiz bee.

For my peace of mind, here's a question worthy of a thought: Would you marry someone whose religious beliefs are different from yours?

And my answer, pretend you're interested, is YES. I actually did. In my book, religion should not define personality, aspirations, decisions and actions. Values take care of these things. Religion is nothing but a social construct and contract. If a social acceptance is too important to a person --- then the answer is NO. Uh-oh... wait... I did that.

Tough huh? Good thing I'm no beauty queen.

Stop. Look. Listen.

Image is from cuppacafe.com

Stared at this image for almost ten minutes. I was, and still am, mesmerized. People who are able to create these little servings of visual delight are brilliant.

I am also inspired by the message of the stoplight.

Stop. Look. Listen.

I have been a reckless pedestrian in the streets of (real) life. I hopped, I grapevined, I loved in my own lane. And it's too late to be sorry. Maybe it's time to follow the grown-up rules.

I am never crossing the street again, poems in my pocket, with my eyes shut.