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I am having an intermittent headache. Been taking pain reliever for two days now. It has stopped a few minutes ago.

I was trying to read some of my earlier posts back in 2011 when I joined WordPress’ Post A Day Challenge. How I was able to blog every day back then was such a big puzzle to me. The endurance of thinking of what to write about every day without fail. I wonder where my badge got to, it was lost somewhere when I tried to change my blog format. Those were the times I got so many visitors although commenting and liking was unheard of. There were words of encouragement though from WordPress, inspiring words at the end of each entry and the total number of posts you have written since you started blogging. They got lost somewhere along the way. There are so many bloggers now. There are new ones who post a few entries and then suddenly stop writing. Some maybe disappointed by the slow rise of followers and readers.

No matter how good your contents are if your tags and categories are not, you can’t expect people to follow you right away. You build your blog slowly. It always takes a number of years before you can be recognized as a seasoned blogger. There are followers who never take time to even like your posts. Some are there who are bold enough to say that we should follow their blogs too. You don ‘t need to tell me that I should follow you back because if I like what you write about, I will follow it.

I wonder why I could no longer see my dashboard since I started using my tab. It always shows that I have to log in but when I do, it reverts back to the same log in option.

As I have always said, blogging has become a way of life.

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I am reposting this to remember the 35th anniversary of the EDSA PEOPLE POWER REVOLUTION.

Maybe for some people, they no longer see the relevance of the peaceful revolution that happened 35 years ago to oust a dictator. They are back and aligned themselves to the present useless leader of the land. Even if it was already ruled out that Leni Robredo is the legit winner of the Vice-Presidency, still the younger Marcos insists that he won. Third count of the election results and he would not give up. What a shame! What an ambition.

I do think that some Filipinos never learned. They still embrace another dictator in the making. Those in power have lots of (people’s) money to burn, pay for trolls who disseminate fake news against their enemy. Some are diehard fanatics of this administration. As we say in Tagalog, they are “bulag, pipi at bingi”.

It’s February 26 now but I know when I publish this short post, it would still appear as February 25.

Yesterday, we celebrated the 30th anniversary of the EDSA People Power Revolution. Yes, it was long ago but I am wondering if most of us Filipinos still remember the significance of what the Filipinos sacrificed for in the name of freedom, freedom from a twenty-year rule by a dictator. Martial law was declared on September 21, 1972 (Proclamation 1081) and we witnessed the unrest that followed, many people died in the hands of the dictator and so many political arrest was made. Long years of siphoning off the wealth of a country by greedy hands in the government, long years of wondering when it would end. What finally triggered the historic EDSA revolution was when Ninoy Aquino was killed in the tarmac of the airport back in 1983.

The youth of today would probably remember Ninoy as just a face on our five hundred peso bill or just a few lines maybe in their history textbooks. But for me, Ninoy represents a dream that never came true, a future for the Filipinos that never was. I have my own memories of Ninoy. I was in third year high school (or was it my senior year?) when Martial Law was declared. Back then, we would always see demonstrations by the Kabataang Makabayan. There was even a time when they entered the UST campus and paraded empty kabaongs – the turbulent times of the Martial Law years. We learned to live with it for more than a decade until the time Ninoy was shot at the tarmac of the Manila International Airport on August 21, 1983.

What followed were the struggles we have to go through just to oust a dictator. Rallies were held almost every day on main streets of the country. Ayala Avenue was always the hub of afternoon marches on the street and we were part of it. Yesterday, my former boss at Bank of the Philippine Islands posted so many photos he took of those days when we did our own share of our fight for democracy the BPI way – nostalgic replay of events that finally lead to a bloodless revolution thirty years ago. Yeay, those were the days – making yellow flowers out of crepe paper, making banners and banderitas , throwing confetti, braving to sit at the third floor window ledge of BPI so we could get close to a concert right in front of our building. We even experienced being tear gassed while we were in the middle of watching rallies from our floor.

Those in power thirty years ago are still in power now and we are even threatened by another Marcos win in the vice-presidential race. Have we not learned what EDSA stood for? The youth of today would not know of its significance unless their parents and relative who were part of it tell them in details what happened. It’s a good thing the organizers of the commemoration of the EDSA revolution put up an Experiential Museum recreating the experiences that awakened Filipinos to stand up and be counted. I hope they would find a place to make it a permanent exhibit for all of us to visit because it is only open until today and you have to reserve a slot for viewing.

I hope the youth of today would somehow learn from the past. They are the future of the present generation.
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Just had a meeting with our chief admin and another admin at our Catholic page. Fr. Louie laid out his plans for our page in the next days until Holy Week.

I am now beginning to earnestly appreciate Zoom, whereas two months ago, I didn’t know how to use the app. Being active in our Catholic page and another Catholic group which I am admin is a big help in my life. I am learning a lot, gaining new friends in the process.

There are more people you’ll meet along life’s road, some would teach you a lesson, you make beautiful memories with a few, you laugh with many. I met a new friend at Sambuhay Interaktib, a co-admin actually, who have the same taste of books as I do. She has also read most inspirational books that I have read before. It is always fun to reminisce and remember. She writes too. There is no dull moment when we get the chance to talk.

I have been more active reading (done fourteen books) than visiting this blog. Sorry if I am quite slow in responding to your posts.

It’s Friday again, some of us always look forward to weekends. Have a lovely and blessed one.

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She looked –

As the sun merges slowly with the thin cloud

What would this morning brings, she thought.

Will it be better than yesterday?

Will it bring heartaches again?

She held the cup of almost tepid tea in her hands

Thinking of tomorrow.

The tea leaves have spread at the bottom of the cup.

And she wish she could read what’s written there.

She likes to believe happiness could be hers again.

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe in the future

She wish she could bring the smiles on her face again.

The tea leaves say,

Get up my child, dream on.

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“For some, life lasts a short while but the memories it holds last forever.

Every year during Dad’s birthday and anniversary, I would find myself blogging about him. If he were alive today, he would have been 99 years old.

Yes, the memories linger like they happened only yesterday. I miss the stories, the life lessons you taught us the values you shared but most of all ….I MISS YOU….still.

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Eight years ago, I tried taking shots of the denizens of Antipolo Cathedral after attending an afternoon mass.  This  was my first time to try street photography, something that tells a lot about ordinary  and everyday life of our “kababayans”.   The whole album resurfaced today on my Memories page at Facebook. I have chosen four of them here to share with you.

The various images of Sto. Nino (baby Jesus)

A guy selling whisk broom made of Tambo.

Hello Manang. I signaled to her that I will take a shot and she obliged.

Selling Sampaguita garlands. So common in front of Catholic churches here. She is probably counting how many more she has to sell before going home.

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The other day, Nissa asked me what I wanted for my birthday.  Nothing much I said except to see them again with Nate hopefully.

But if there is something material that I really want, sets of pajamas and T-shirts for daily use. I gave two bagfuls of old clothes a few months ago to donate to those who were victims of fire.  They say that when you don’t use any item in your closet for at least five years, you have to give them away. Is that so?

Since there is no social life (because of the Covid) and I don’t go out much anyway, and Josef and Jovy staying home to work, I was saved the weekly task of ironing clothes and pants. Shorts and T-shirts  are the “in” thing nowadays in our household. Convenient, easy to wash, no need for ironing.  That’s one positive thing that this Covid 19 brought, being together except weekends when Josef and  Jovy visit the latter’s grandmother and not seeing Nissa’s family because they could not bring Nate with them. We get to update each other though through  video chats. Lately, Nate tried voice chat, leaving me some messages but always he ends up saying, “I love you Nonna”.

Mom is 91 going 92 by April next year. She’s been with us for more than a year now.  Since she is hard of hearing, most of the time, shouting to her ears is the norm. She is becoming forgetful too. She fills her time watching television and playing card games.  Even if she watches  news every day, she does not understand the implication of not going out especially  at  her age. Sometimes, Josef uses the notepad to answer all her questions, why she can’t go home to the province, why  she could not visit my older brother’s place, why she could not go out and a  hundred more, the same questions every day.  It is so frustrating at times.

We always have a choice in life, right? Always choose to be happy, seeing the positive side of things. Though it is a lonely world, I still enjoy puttering around in the garden, finding new authors to follow, reading to relax, experimenting on what to cook in the kitchen and of course keeping this blog always updated.  Dull? Nope! Simple things are enjoyable as long as your focus are on them.

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I saw this lovely article about getting old.Some realizations of what you can do for yourselves once you reach that certain age of being a senior.

1 – After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself.
2 – I have realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.
3 – I have stopped bargaining with vegetable & fruit vendors. A few pennies more is not going to break me, but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.
4 – I leave my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than I am.
5 – I stopped telling the elderly that they’ve already narrated that story many times. The story makes them walk down memory lane & relive their past.
6 – I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.
7 – I give compliments freely & generously. Compliments are a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment, never, NEVER turn it down, just say “Thank You.”
8 – I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances.
9 – I walk away from people who don’t value me. They might not know my worth, but I do.
10 – I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.
11 – I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human.
12 – I have learned that it’s better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships, I will never be alone.
13 – I have learned to live each day as if it’s the last. After all, it might be the last.
14 – I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be!
 
I don’t know who to credit it to but THANK YOU. Love this list.  

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Here are some more excerpts from my  older posts that I’ve shared with Interktib. They air now twice a week because some of those who take charge of the program are seminarians who have started their classes.

I have already shared those with check marks. Some go back as early as 2011.  I always look forward to sharing these words, touching a soul or two in cyberspace.

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