They look almost like identical triplets. No, they are not triplets. They are plain sisters. As if that matters to them. It doesn’t. What is important is that they must be seen together almost all the time. Or the heirloom will vanish just like that.

The little boy watched as everybody licks their ice cream. In his mind he wonders what could be that food everybody’s licking so hard. They all looked delighted though he thought. It must be very good came another thought. And the little boy nudge her mother’s skirt and tried to get her attention. He was lucky. His mother noticed him at once and asked what his darling little boy wanted. He pointed at the ice cream in a cone so his mother immediately bought one.

As soon as the ice cream in a cone was given to the little boy, he walked away from the little crowd and sat. At first he stared at it unbelieving that it was already in his hands waiting to be licked at. Nervously, he let out his tongue and slowly let it touch the ice cream and hesitated. Confused at the initial feeling he decided to make a go and let out the whole tongue. He licked the ice cream.

The little boy threw the ice cream at once which surprised his mother and everybody around. He was yelling, “Hot! hot!”

Little Brother wanted to tag along when we (Second Sister and I) decided to have a food trip along the many lines of Chinese restaurants downtown. In order not to be irked of his wailing, we agreed but telling him that he should behave. And he promised.

While inside the car, second sister and I were talking about the old saying about noodles and pastas that if you eat a lot of them, your life will be longer. Second sister told me that she had heard of it, too.

When we reached the first restaurant, and after ordering noodle feast. Little Brother hurriedly scooped the flat noodles (only) and ate them with gusto. Second sister was about to give him a ravioli but he strongly refused with head turning left and right in disagreement. “And why is that?’ I asked. ‘From now on, I’ll only eat noodles and pastas, all of them, even without the pork, the chicken, the ravioli, the squid ball and everything,” he replied and continued after I showed him a questioning look, “So that I’ll live longer and you die earlier.”

The people around him asked this little boy to smile. He tried his best and his first smile resulted to something not really a smile.

His dad asked him to smile some more and the result was more like not a sweet smile but a sour smile!

There were a lot of fun and food to eat that day. It was summer and it was the only time to spend with family and relatives. So, the gang went on an excursion except that the other group of relatives was not able to come.

The destination was a not-so-far-away beach resort. When the group arrived, which was a little bit late, big crowds were already there and occupying the nearby cottages.

Because they went there to enjoy, they tried their very best to enjoy the beach and the food. The water was not that deep along the bank so a few of them stayed because this few do not know how to swim. After hours, one of them spotted something floating along the waves. A diaper.

This little winged creature landed on my daughter’s finger without a warning… Fascinating.

BUTTERFLY TRIVIA:  The magnificent color of butterfly wings does not come from pigmentation directly on the wing, but from the tiny scales that hang on the wing like shingles on a house roof.   These scales are so small they look like powder when rubbed onto the fingers.

The dining room is a special room. It is where we gather at night to eat supper when everybody is around and the family members are complete. The simple dining table and chair are onlookers while we exchange our views, conjectures, jests, et al, on issues, news, showbiz bits, celebrities, politicians, VIPs, et al.

A family story…

Hubby: Why are you buying face powder? You’re allergic to powder!

Wife : Just wait till we get home.

(Upon reaching home, wife sprinkled the face powder along the window sills and other corners of the house.)

Hubby: What are you doing?

Wife : The ants will not come back. They are also allergic to powder, like me!

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.

- Paul Cezanne

He never misses this religious procession. Every year during the month of May, and every feast, he patiently trods the length of roads and streets. He believes this is for God. After the feast he goes back to his own vicious habits and manners, including fooling others and taking advantage of every situation for his gain.

Today’s quote:

Fanaticism consists in redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim. — George Santayana, Life of Reason (1905) vol. 1, Introduction