Not Missing This Moment

I was brought back to my college alma-mater particularly at STC auditorium for this little but BIG event in my daughter’s life. Their school has come up with a Christmas play entitled “The Coming”. It was simply the story of the birth of Jesus portrayed by little children at KIDS’ including my daughter. They had their dress rehearsal last Monday and I came to witness my daughter performed on stage --- the same stage where I used to perform as a mass comm student. I almost cried when I saw my little girl on stage doing her part dressed in a camel costume painstakingly hand-made by me. My sisters would often tease my becoming a stage mother --- I guess, I’m a stage mother in the making. We skip the rehearsal last Tuesday because Alex was down with fever and cough. I was afraid she couldn’t make it to her play last night. But she was filled with energy despite the discomforts of cough and slight fever the day of her play.

Like any other parents watching their children perform on stage, I was so proud of my daughter I wanted to shout “Hey, that’s my girl!” It was beyond my expectation. I’ve seen her perform during the rehearsal but I never anticipated her performance and confidence level that hight what with the lights on and the huge crowd in front of them. I bet her dad is equally proud and amazed at his daughter’s talent. It took me some “luod2 moments” to push him to witness this event. He too didn’t expect something like that from his girl.

I promise from this day onwards that I’m NOT gonna miss moments like this in my daughter’s life…I promise to be her # 1 fan for life!

Last

August 31, 2006 was the last business day of Beach Roots. The party and booze stood still on that side of the city. It was like a death we mourn for days.

I never wanted to blog again about Beach Roots because it’s a sore journey down memory lane. It always gives me that painful feeling especially that I still see our kiosk everyday standing in all its glory despite bad publicity together with 6 other kiosks just outside our office.

Anyway, it’s been more than 3 months and life was never the same again after Beach Roots. The 10 owners have gone separate ways and have taken different business path. The leader of the group has ventured into garments business with a different partner. I’ve heard that some of the boys are planning to put up another kiosk somewhere. Some of the crew has taken other jobs – like us, they need to survive. And I never really heard about the rest of the Rooters. Whatever happened to them? It’s a sad fact that the friendship died together with the business except for some I know who continue to hang-out and catch up on each other’s lives. There were no immediate plans on how to go about the remaining cash in bank (if there's any)or the items owned by Beach Roots. It’s still subject for deliberation among the Rooters.

My husband told me that the case against LLDC is still up and the fight continues. I don’t know how long this battle for our rights will carry on or when the verdict comes out. I just hope it’s really worth the fight.

Today, our kiosk was finally demolished per directive from city hall. Memories of it will linger in various photographs and in the hearts of each and every Rooter. Along with our kiosk, stories of Beach Roots will simply die the normal death. And this will be my last post about it...Swear!

My Grown Up Christmas List

Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies

Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
and wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list

This is my grown up christmas list

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