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Richard

I meant to blog about this a few days ago but it was a busy weekend for me. And it is not because of the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight, I didn’t watch it but saw the blow-by-blow account of each round on one website complete with pictures. I just listened to the radio while the fight was going on.  Funny how a few minutes after the fight, everyone was an instant critic. My news feed on FB was full of it. There were instant memes calling the former “the running man” and “best man in hugging”.  They called it the fight of the century but many were disappointed about its outcome and since I know  next to nothing about boxing except for occasional late telecasts of Pacquiao’s  previous fights, let’s leave the analyzing to the experts and the conjectures to those unsatisfied boxing fans who felt that it was not really the fight of the century after all.

There are people I’ve yet to meet who are waiting for my path to intersect with theirs, so they can complete their own journeys.

Put that way, I am looking forward to meet those people who will complete my journey too. How lovely it would be if in the near future, you would meet more people who would make the remaining days of your life something that you would cherish and remember with fondness. They might be future friends you’ve to meet yet,  family members that you haven’t seen for decades, or strangers who  would put a smile on your face  and make you realize your self-worth, that you are quite lovable after all  and you are worthy of being a friend.

Some years ago, (back in the mid 90’s, I think) a close friend who is a nun suggested that I read James Redfield’s Celestine Prophecy. It’s a new age philosophy about how to make connections of events happening in your life.  One of my priest friends even asked me why I have those books in my shelf. He also saw some titles like Embraced By The Light and Soulmates, Karma and Reincarnation. Those were the days when I was fascinated by those subjects. Going back to Redfield’s book, I remembered what he said that everything happens for a reason.  He said and I quote:

“I don’t think that anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident… Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason”…”  

It may not mean the same thing as what Richard Paul Evans shared but I get the gist of what both authors were trying to say. What if I didn’t have this blog then I would not have met all these wonderful people whom I interact with everyday through their writings.

What’s your take on this? I’d love to hear from you.

Mushroom Growing


Given the opportunity and the know-how, would you try growing mushrooms in your backyard?

This morning, Nissa brought me an oyster mushroom fruiting bag  from their trip to Amadeo, Cavite last Saturday. It was a gift from a relative who has started mushroom production in that area.  I am excited to try it. I love mushroom, any which way it is prepared and  one is rest assured of its freshness and safety when it is grown in one’s backyard.  this fruiting bag only needs to be sprayed with water twice a day and should be kept in a dark and cool place. Wish me luck, I hope it gives me a nice cluster in two weeks. She also brought  a pack of Amadeo Coffee. It’s a different kind from the instant one that we are used to because it is brewed.  Amadeo produces the best coffee this side of town and is also known as the coffee capital of the Philippines.  Gonna try it  tomorrow when I have enough time to prepare it and enjoy a sip.

Now I learned what a “sandwich hug” is. Nate is just so showy with how it’s done with Nissa and me, our three heads so close together with him in the middle holding tight with a bonus kiss. What a lovely Saturday, another visit that I would treasure :)

I hope it is not too late if I greet you a nice weekend too! Happy weekend friends. Keep those smiles :)


I am always reminded of the song of the Bee Gees every time  first of May comes. May (aside from October which is my favorite month) is the best month in the calendar to commune with nature. It’s the month of flowers, the month of Mama Mary  and the month anticipating a cooler weather because of the afternoon showers. Today is  an official holiday too for us here because we are celebrating Labor Day. It’s our village fiesta. Happy Feast Day St. Joseph The Worker.

We initially planned of going out for lunch and watch a movie later but the heat outside is really shimmering off the ground, no clouds to mar the azure blue skies.  It is better to stay indoors and enjoy the comfort of drinking cold glasses of water all day long. This is one of those days predicted by PAGASA which might reach a high 40 °C and that’s roughly about 104 °F. How hotter can it get? And I don’t want to labour in front of the stove in this heat so we ordered a big variety box from Pizza Hut with extra hot patatas.  Their big variety box has one regular Supreme Pan Pizza, two single Spaghetti Bolognese, four orders of flavored rice, four pieces fried chicken and a loaf of garlic bread. Just perfect for a pitcher of iced tea. I told Josef and Jovy,  I cook better Bolognese than they do…hahaha! They are planning to treat me to dinner on Mother’s Day but the restaurant they are talking about needs at least more than a week to reserve for you to get in. They don’t accept walk-in diners. I am intrigued.  Jovy tells me that it is an old house with a lush garden and was converted into a fine dining place and owned by the famous chef Laudico Guevarra.  I actually googled  “Guevarra’s” a few minutes  ago,  such mouth-watering choices of food.

I’ve grown taller than the average five-foot Christmas trees  but I haven’t forgotten the happy feeling of celebrating a season full of joy and glad tidings. It’s first day of May, may it be a happy month for you.

The Challenge Of Reading


I can’t believe April is almost gone.  The lazy bug caught me again and blogging has taken a backseat for a while. Gone are the times when the day is not complete without writing a few words and posting them here.  I feel comfortable now blogging once or twice a week but I still read posts/updates from friends every day.

You won’t believe this, I’ve become so obsessed with books lately that sometimes I laugh at myself how  I’m gonna read these books  that I have collected all these years and some  e-books that I have on my phone. Hugging a book close and the comfort of turning the pages, loving the scent and smell of the printed pages. Yesterday, I took note of the recommendations of Goodreads based on similar subjects that I have read before. Historical fiction, memoirs and contemporary books still top the list. There was even a time that I visited the list of the 1000 books you have to read before you die but I narrowed it down to the top 500 but not necessarily followed it to the letter. If that is not a book obsession, I don’t know what is.  They call it bibliomania :) I haven’t gone that far yet…no….not yet.  I have a long list which I wrote in my notebook about new authors and new books that I want to read. I am trying to discover Asian authors and so far Khaled Husseini is the best although I found more names who are quite new in the field of writing.

I remember reading On Writing by Stephen King a few years ago, a book borrowed by Nissa from their Stress Management Office then found a brand new hardbound copy later  (still with the dust jacket on) in one of my trips to Booksale. Imagine the joy of finally owning a copy.  He said and I quote “Books are a uniquely portable magic.” “Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren’t prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets. ” That’s another line from Stephen King’s book and I laughed out loud when I read it before because it happened to me not just once but several times. At least it was just a glass of water and not a hot cup of coffee :)

When I encounter people who say that they are not fond of reading, I try to compose my facial expression not to frown and say “you are missing  a lot”.

P.S. Goodreads says I have read 28 books (56%) out of the 50 books that I challenged myself to finish this year. Maybe, I could add 10 more, what do you think?

Happy Sunday


I wonder if  you could really call it happy amidst the devastating news brought about by the destructive earthquake in Nepal.  Let us pray for the repose of the souls of those people who didn’t survive and pray too for the survivors who will pick up the pieces again – beneath the rubbles, destroyed homes, broken spirits.  May they have strength to carry on. I share your pain Nepal.

I attended the 6am mass at St. Jude Parish. The heat here is such that you either go out early or attend the last evening mass to avoid the humid feel of the day. I walked a mile, no  skip that. I walked back going home, a ten-minute-very-much-needed exercise, rather make that twenty because it was a leisurely walk savouring the scents and sounds of the early morning while my mind was busy with lots of thoughts that I need to write. Some people here are not really showy with their smiles unless you greet them first and smile at them, then they would have that lovely smile on their faces and you get  to be greeted “good morning”.  That’s an experiment I do to people I meet, it is lovelier though when you get to see familiar faces then it becomes a genuine gesture of smiling and greeting.

Funny how you could observe things while walking around the neighborhood. I could smell coffee and newly baked pan de sal in the air. There was  a lady in her front yard drinking coffee and the dogs patiently waiting at her side probably for a scrap of bread or what she is having for breakfast. I could smell fried tuyo while walking further. It is a staple in a typical Filipino breakfast paired with sinangag (fried rice) that maybe  has lots of diced garlic  and egg (cooked any way you want). Or maybe, there is that yummy (but sinful) longganisa . Longganisa is the Pilipino equivalent of sausage and it even tastier  dipped in vinegar with lots of chillies.

We make do with instant coffee every day. It is the fastest way to prepare it, a teaspoon of coffee granules with a teaspoon  of sugar. Ah wait, I just remembered that I baked cookies last night. It’s kind of nice to pair it with a favorite cup of Raspberry Zinger herbal tea.

Oatmeal Raisin cookies...

Oatmeal Raisin cookies…

These are your regular Oatmeal Raisin cookies, so soft and chewy but have that crunchy feel  to the bite. I used multicolored  chocolate candies and reduced the sugar by half. The sweetness of the raisins and chocolate are good enough.

How was your Sunday?

It’s Good To Be Back


Finally after two follow-ups, our internet connection is back. It went kaput on me early yesterday morning while I was updating our Catholic page at Facebook, had it back just a few minutes ago.

During our first follow-up, the agent who answered the call said that if they can’t fix it in twenty-four hours, they would send someone to check our line. This morning, I asked my son to call up again  and the one he talked to  said, they are having a system upgrade. Whatever that means, our internet connection wasn’t back yet so he asked to talk to their supervisor but was not able to. We have this forced migration from SmartBro to PLDT Homebro only last April 15 so I thought it was the same complaint that some of my friends are going through – no dial tone in their landline phones, slow internet connection or  no internet connection at all.

A few minutes ago, somebody from PLDT called us up and asked if  our internet connection is now working. It is (as I type this). He explained that it is not only our area that was affected, it was a nationwide thing.

I realized that a day without internet sucks…big time. Then I thought, have we become this dependent on social media that the day is not complete without it?  I was able to finish another book though and started one more. We were able to garden  and spent a lot of time with our three pets.

Oh but  it’s good to be back…..blogging again!

Whispers Of The Wind


The wind whispers a sad song you haven’t heard for so long.

There are no rules in finding happiness. There are just those moments that shine – they make you laugh, they make you smile and sometimes, just sometimes, they make you cry.

You write your own story as you struggle through. The dash seems a little too long and the comma seems misplaced. The chapters are not synchronized.

Life is hard, you say?

It is  – the difference lies between a smile and a frown. Live life the way it’s meant to be. go on and make your own journey. Questions have no answers at times but when you learn to let go, everything falls into place.

Then you’ll find peace.

Listen to the whispers of the wind. It has changed course and is now singing a different tune.

 

 

 

 

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