Shiloh Nouvela

Me likey.

Seriously.

While on my morning run I saw the flowers blooming in Frogner Park and was reminded of this important truth I learned from Daddy:

Q. What’s more romantic than roses on a piano?

A. Tulips on an organ.

From my Daddy I also learned: how to distinguish between an enzyme and a hormone (you can’t hear an enzyme), why you should never, ever name your daughter Hortense (Is that Hortense? She looks relaxed to me.), and the stories of the man from Nantucket and the girl who waded in the water until she got her mmm-mmm wet.

Finally (and this will make sense only to Filipinos), I learned the difference between a conclusion and an opinion.

Go to a door. Conclusion, hindi ka makakapasok; pero kung opinion, makakapasok ka.

I miss my Daddy.

And in 1970, a Trog was born.

Dearest Shiloh,

So mommy will be filming a new movie in Prague! Hope this doesn’t mean you’ll be celebrating your birthday there — (1) we don’t have a visa, and (2) even if we did, we already have plans to spend that weekend in Rome.¬† You’re welcome to join us, of course.

Love,

Us

P.S. Daddy’s carrying Pax?!?!¬† What’s that about?!?! Who’s carrying you?

As it turns out, Trog’s two life goals are really one and the same.

Monster:  How was your holiday?

Colleague (with no hint of irony):¬† It was very nice.¬† I was working in my sister’s garden all day.

Monster (pause):  Niiiiiiice.