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“Grandma, come here. I have something for you,” said Keizer, our 9-year old grandson and bundle of joy.
“What is it?”
“Okay, I’m coming,” said my sister. She’s amused that Keizer is serious at practicing his English. Keizer’s father is working in London, and next year he might be able to send for his wife and only child.
“Here’s your bread.”
“Why, apo (grandson), thank you. But I’m taking only one.”
“No, no. That’s for you. Take it away.”
“Keep the change,” said Keizer.
It’s been ages since I felt like a 9-year old boy. What I feel though is similar to Keizer’s awe when his attempt at conversational English reduces the whole household to teary laughter.
100 posts and still counting
Back to grandpa – that’s me. It still amazes me that my previous post was my 100th. Please allow me to be sentimental as is usually the case. Here are some of my thoughts on reaching this milestone:
1. It boggles my mind that you’ve kept me company through the highs and lows of blogging. You people just don’t know how to practice the art of lurking, don’t you? You just have to let me have an earful each time I write a post – yeah, that’s quite obvious.
2. It boggles my mind that I have learned more from you and blogging than my stint in college.
3. It boggles my mind that you people have the guts to call me out when I fumble. Looking the other way is just not your cup of tea, I realize.
4. It boggles my mind that you shoot me emails, chat me up, send me DM in Twitter. It’s as if I don’t reply to your comments. Don’t you have a life?
5. It boggles my mind that you don’t pay heed to the caste system or politics of blogging . It does not matter to you I’m living under the Google bridge; that I jump with glee at the prospect of freebies, free food and simple praises. Aw pshaw! Show some taste, will you?
6. It boggles my mind that you like me much more than I like myself. You’re all Mother Teresa wannabes all of you. What a pain in the neck.
7. It boggles my mind that you not only read me but that you also care for me as a person. Heh, I love you too, for crying out loud. But shut it already, okay.
I feel like the luckiest blogger hereabouts. I could have not been more grateful. Thank you, my friends.
If Keizer were to ask what you think, he would have said: “Come now, you tell me already. Don’t shy!”
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