Hello Kitty is not a Cat By Joel F

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Walking in Honolulu, I saw this cute small car that has Hello Kitty prints all over it. Just like anything that reminds me of my childhood days, I didn’t let the moment pass without capturing it through my lens as fast as the memories start flashing again.

I grew up loving San Rio’s Hello Kitty. I remember playing around with my neighbours with this cute little cat stuff.

One sunny morning my boy playmate invited me to his house so we can play around with his new car matchboxes, racing cars in a small make believe paperboard race tracks and to his disappointment I would spend more time with his sisters, not because he is not a fair playmate but simply for the reason I enjoyed tinkering his sisters’ hello kitty pencil cases and stuffed dolls.

I used to think that Hello Kitty is a cat, who wouldn’t? Her name is Kitty, she has whiskers, and she looks like a cat until our neighbour’s guest told us that Hello Kitty is a girl.

What?! All of us refused to believe her until she told us she’ll be back …and yes she did, this time bringing a japanese book, with japanese words printed all over the graphic book.

She said Hello Kitty is not a cat. She is a girl and gave us a ton of reasonings why she can’t be a cat. To our disbelief, we never talk to her since (for a week I think).  We never even bothered to play with her again until she brought her older sister and their new huge hello kitty dolls all dressed in pink ribbons.

We all forgive her easily because we can’t help not to touch those cute little ribbons on Kitty’s hair. That’s the good thing being a child, we got hurt easily but we forgive quickly. 🙂

Suffice it to say, she’s right all along. Hello Kitty is not a cat, although we prefer believing she is, just like we believe that Santa Claus lives in the north pole or somewhere in the neverland. Oh, the sweet joys of childhood memories.

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Why I Love M and M’s By Joel F

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I was in Vegas when i saw the M & M’s World.   I hurriedly went inside and did not let the moment pass without capturing it through my lens as fast as the memories start flashing again.
 

M and M’s, how would i forget them?  They’re the first imported chocolates i’ve tasted.

I remember my excitement everytime my aunt from oregon visit us, bringing loads of chocolates, the first i always grab were these colorful mini chocolates

Although the local brands are superb too, which i always buy in the “sari-sari” store outside our house, i don’t know why at such a young age, i’m partial to imported chocolates.

Not that they taste better, as a child all chocolates taste the same anyway.   Perhaps the excitement is due to the fact that when you’re a child, you look forward to the things you don’t usually eat or see around daily.

I only got to eat them everytime a relative from the states would drop by.

Here in the Philippines,  We call the United States “states”, and even if some relatives from other place like london, wellington, or sydney would drop us a visit and give us “pasalubongs” (presents),   we presumed they are from the states.

So anything “stateside” (or imported) is really appreciated.

 

Why do i love M&M’s?

First, M & M’s are so colorful.

Imagine seeing assorted colors in tiny bits.  I’m amazed by its colors.  I remember taking each bit out from the pack, put them in my palm,   look at it intensely as if i’m scrutinizing an artifact.

Second,  you don’t just eat it, you play with it.

I remember us playing M and M’s games.   We close our eyes, randomly pick any m &m’s  and guess the right color.   And if you got it right, you get a bigger share.

I also got excited putting them all in a bowl segregating all the colors and eating them by the color.  Mind you,  i would even count each color and complain why there are more oranges than reds!

One Christmas day on a family gathering, my cousin devise a game and told us that we would eat  M&Ms.   She will segregate it by colors on a bowl and each one should eat only the specific color that one randomly pick through the raffle.   Whoever got to eat the most number of M & M’s in the shortest span of time wins the game.   Everybody agreed, until i protest.

I told her that’s unfair because most of the time, there are more oranges than reds, and more blues than greens.

“How’d you know?” was her response, “I always count them before i eat them.” was my reply.

Suddenly a sudden burst of laughter, i see all of them laughing!   What’s wrong with them?   I learned to count and learned my first math because of m&m’s.

Humiliated, i ran and hide in the room. I cried and decided not to join the game.   There you go,  my first ever broken heart, chocolate experience.

Third, excitement.

You get excited playing games on your own, while eating, guessing what color would come out this time and discovering the last color left in the pack, meaning it’s the winning color for that day.   Oh, the simple joys of childhood.

As Forrest Gump would say, “Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.”

That is so true.   Just like life,   when you want more reds,   life hand you more blues.

And even if you wish that you should have gotten the other color, you still stand up for what you got.   Take it.   Lick it.   Eat it.

And you’ll never know,   the next time you pick that bit,  you might get what you really want. 🙂

 

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The Chandelier by Joel F

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I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier.  At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it’s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.

Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.

First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s  intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights above the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a wake of a relative.  From then on, it change everything.

I was a child when we visit a  relative. The funeral home with its huge chandelier. The  chandelier had made its impact on my young mind.

The place evokes sadness, while the adults were having their conversation, i was left alone tending for myself.  Since the place is not huge unlike that posh hotel, my wandering eyes were just restricted to the huge chandelier above the coffin.

At the center i see nothing but the white box and the chandelier.  And since i refused to look at the white box, my time was spent most of the time on that intricate but creepy chandelier.

Of course there were flowers, but the chandelier’s  presence is too strong to be ignored.  Its brass finished, its design and the lights seem like a distraction.  Who would ever thought of putting a chandelier in a funeral home?

Their existence was supposed to be just for the sole purpose of welcoming us for a celebration, the one with grandeur and splendor like the one in the posh hotel..

But things have changed, as i reached the middle age, i realized that death is not something to be afraid of.  Now i know why there’s a chandelier on that place, death is a  milestone, a step to the next dimension .

And the Chandelier and its lights welcomes our arrival to that final destination.

Although honestly, it’s an event i have long accepted that is bound to happen. It’s the only future event that i don’t really look forward to. 🙂

So call me crazy , everytime i see a huge chandelier, i always take a second look because it always remind me of a wake, a funeral place.

I remember visiting a relative in L.A.  As soon as we entered her huge beautiful home, a huge chandelier welcome us and i tactlessly told my mom, “Oh My God Mom, this place looks like a funeral home, a huge mausoleum” (all white interior with fresh flowers, high ceiling and a huge chandelier).

Good thing, it’s just my mom who heard me, otherwise I might have offended our kind relative. I have no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings and i have no right to question anyone’s taste,  it’s just that a place with a huge chandelier reminds me of a funeral home.  My weird and crazy mind.

Looking back at this photo, I can see myself barely smiling.  Some memories are never forgotten. Years after, I still remember………….The Chandelier.

 

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Puppy Love and My Purple Bike by Joel F

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Do you still remember your favorite bike memories? I do.
Let me share you mine.

The dancing leaves
The sound of wheels
The ringing bells
And the soft wind breeze.

The stars at night
That sparkle and shine
While i ride my bike
To see you that night.

The bridge that i crossed
As the river flows
Into your arms
I’m suddenly tossed.

The smile in my face
When i see the door
A few steps to take
And i’ll be on your floor.

The lights went out
When i heard a voice
Longing to shout
That it made a choice.

The stars start to hide
As the wind replied
The kiss that i see
And it’s not for me.

I turn and walk away
With no words to say
Your eyes can’t lie
They’re saying goodbye.

As i ride my bike
With nowhere to go
I close my eyes
Tears start to flow.

As i crossed the bridge
On a starless sky
Lightning strikes
On a rainy moonlight.

Now i’m riding my bike
And pass the same road
It looks different this time
As i paused and slowed

A smile on my face
As i crossed the bridge
Remembering the rain
That i thought won’t go away.

Embraced by the sun
Kissed by the wind
I’m still riding my bike
Through the cycles of life.

 

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The Love Bus by Joel F

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Years ago,  i saw a double-decker bus in Rizal park, a park and amusement center in Manila.  As a young child, i was so amazed to see a two storey bus, i wonder how it feels to ride on top of the deck and see the world from the top.

We were on the park walking when  my dad told us that we  will go to the circle to try the “bump ride”.   My brother jump with joy finally knowing that he can experience driving  an electric kiddie car .

The baby car where one can drive and use one’s skill to avoid bumping or should i say intentionally bump others so you can have fun.  A very typical kiddie male kind of thing, driving and bumping to satiates one’s thrill glands.  You wouldn’t call it a “Bump A Car  Ride” if you always end up avoiding a bump, that won’t be fun at all.

My parents were surprised when i told them i don’t  like that  ride.   I’d rather ride the bus,  pointing to the double decker bus that ply all over the street.

My mom said, “you want to ride the love bus?” , I nod and say “yes.”  (Love Bus?  I was wondering how come it was called The Love Bus when its color was blue, it should have been painted red as red is the color of love.)

Yes, red is the color of love.  I see red roses being sold outside my school during valentines. Santa Claus wears red and he loves us all kids.  Red love letters, rosy red cheeks when you blushed and all those red wines associated with a candlelit dinner during valentines.

Years later,  i realized why the love bus is blue, because sometimes love can make your world so blue after making you so red!

After trying the bump ride , my parents finally agreed to try the Love Bus after pestering them (pardon my word) with “I don’t want a candy ,  i want to ride the love bus, i don’t like to eat that burger, i want to ride that bus!”( I’m not really a brat, i just know what i want.)

Imagine my excitement when we climb the stairs of the bus and finally reaching the top.  Although manila is not filled with tall buildings that time, i was bewildered seeing the clouds, looking up, looking down at the jeepneys that ply the street, the cool breeze of the wind  that touches your face.  For a young mind, it’s everything.

It was in hong kong when i experienced my second (and so far my last) double decker bus ride on our family holiday but wonders of wonder it never occurred to me why i never tried riding those double-decker buses  while i’m  in vegas or while i’m traveling anywhere where there are several double decker bus trips.

And yet as a grown up  (well, not  that i did really grow up as  my mom always ask me “to grow up” after all these years) i will always take a second look everytime i see a double decker bus passed  by.

That’s why i even hurriedly ask a stranger to take my photo when i saw a parked red double-decker bus while i was strolling in downtown toronto .  Finally, the Love Bus is red this time.

The thrill of  riding a double decker bus was gone but the memories of the first time (as always) will linger.

Although i’ll never know when i’ll be riding a double decker bus again,  one thing is for sure,  i will ride the Love Bus anytime and it doesn’t matter if it’s red or blue.

 

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Can You Name All The Yellow Things

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Can You Name All The Yellow Things?
Let me recall through a poem:

Seeing Yellow in a sea of blue
reminds me of the things
that made me smile and sing

Tie a yellow ribbon
and the yellow submarine

The cute smileys,
sunflowers and daffodils

What else are yellow
beside that sun in the sky

The raincoat that i wear
when the clouds start to cry

The yellow cab
not the one that i ate

but the taxi
that drives so slow
when i’m already late

the long bananas
i can’t resist not to bite

the scrambled eggs and the cheese
that sometimes look white

the corn on the cob
the lemon and the butter

the yellow school bus
of my naughty pesky brother

the yellow pencil that you gave
so i can write you a letter

but if there’s one thing
that i’ll always remember

was the not so yellow tears
you gave me last september.

 

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Seeing Yellow

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Can You Name All The Yellow Things?
Let me recall through a poem:

Seeing Yellow in a sea of blue
reminds me of the things
that made me smile and sing

Tie a yellow ribbon
and the yellow submarine

The cute smileys,
sunflowers and daffodils

What else are yellow
beside that sun in the sky

The raincoat that i wear
when the clouds start to cry

The yellow cab
not the one that i ate

but the taxi
that drives so slow
when i’m already late

the long bananas
i can’t resist not to bite

the scrambled eggs and the cheese
that sometimes look white

the corn on the cob
the lemon and the butter

the yellow school bus
of my naughty pesky brother

the yellow pencil that you gave
so i can write you a letter

but if there’s one thing
that i’ll always remember

was the not so yellow tears
you gave me last september.

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The Chandelier

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I was in a bar when i heard the song again, Sia’s The Chandelier.  At 2 am something in the past comes back again. I don’t know why, there’s something with the chandelier that gives me this creepy feeling. Nope, it”s not the song, i’m referring to the “Chandelier” itself.

Although i’ve seen a hundred chandeliers in more than a hundred places, there are only two memorable occasions when the chandelier left its strong impressions.

First, when our family went to an uptown hotel, my sight was immediately centered to a humongous chandelier . As a child i was amazed by the chandelier’s  intricate design. The countless artful bulbs that give its blinding lights above the red carpet at the center of the lobby seem to welcome you with a screaming voice, announcing your arrival. It was beautiful. I was mesmerized until we went to a wake of a relative.  From then on, it change everything.

I was a child when we visit a  relative. The funeral home with its huge chandelier. The  chandelier had made its impact on my young mind.

The place evokes sadness, while the adults were having their conversation, i was left alone tending for myself. Since the place is not huge unlike that posh hotel, my wandering eyes were just restricted to the huge chandelier above the coffin.

At the center i see nothing but the white box and the chandelier.  And since i refused to look at the white box, my time was spent most of the time on that intricate but creepy chandelier.

Of course there were flowers, but the chandelier’s  presence is too strong to be ignored.  Its brass finished, its design and the lights seem like a distraction. Who would ever thought of putting a chandelier in a funeral home?

Their existence was supposed to be just for the sole purpose of welcoming us for a celebration, the one with grandeur and splendor like the one in the posh hotel..

But things have changed, as i reached the middle age, i realized that death is not something to be afraid of. Now i know why there’s a chandelier on that place, death is a  milestone, a step to the next dimension .

And the Chandelier and its lights welcomes our arrival to that final destination.

Although honestly, it’s an event i have long accepted that is bound to happen. It’s the only future event that i don’t really look forward to. 🙂

So call me crazy , everytime i see a huge chandelier, i always take a second look because it always remind me of a wake, a funeral place.

I remember visiting a relative in L.A.  As soon as we entered her huge beautiful home, a huge chandelier welcome us and i tactlessly told my mom, “Oh My God Mom, this place looks like a funeral home, a huge mausoleum” (all white interior with fresh flowers, high ceiling and a huge chandelier).

Good thing, it’s just my mom who heard me, otherwise I might have offended my kind relative. I have no intention of hurting anyone’s feelings and i have no right to question anyone’s taste.  it’s just that a place with a huge chandelier reminds me of a funeral home.  My weird and crazy mind.

Looking back at this photo, I can see myself barely smiling.  Some memories are never forgotten. Years after, I still remember………….The Chandelier.

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