My 99th Read


There have been so many excellent books written about the Holocaust both true accounts and fiction. There is Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl which I’ve read three decades ago, Schindler’s List by Thomas Keneally which was adapted into a movie and  Mila 18 by Leon Uris.

Irena’s Children is one of them, a newly published book about the life of Irena Sendler and how she helped save thousands of children affected by the war (when Germany invaded Poland).

Such a riveting story of loss of millions of lives because of war, selflessness, love of family, love of country, courage, life and death.

Gosh, I can’t believe it. this is my 99th read and I am almost, almost done. One more book to go. I am in a quandary which to read first, Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak which I’ve been eyeing to read since my college years or The Kitchen House which is another historical novel. Or maybe, toss coin na lang, which is which..haha 🙂

Sometimes,Iwonder why I am always drawn to history, fiction or not. Maybe I am an old soul.

Where Are We Going?


“Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.” – Mahatma Gandhi

The past few days I was wondering if we will ever come to know the real meaning of what truth is. Is it what you see with your own eyes  or what lies beyond words beautifully spoken but has no meaning at all? Is it what you see on the roadside, little kids begging for a scrap of something to eat,  men and women extending their hands for a few coins  and an unkempt baby carried by a distraught mother in the corner of the metropolis hoping for a little help from passersby.  There was this old man (maybe he is really not that old but time hasn’t been kind) I often see begging in one corner of the street going to the church here in our place.  He has his two feet bound by dirty gauze  with the toes protruding, with foot ulcers on almost all his toes.  His eyes speak of the hardship, sometimes staring at those passersby maybe hoping for a few coins to fill the small plastic can in front of him.  I wonder how he could even walk with those swollen feet and blisters on his legs.  Such is the truth as I see it, it stares at you in the face but sometimes you turn a blind eye because you are not the one affected.

I often wondered how some people could still sleep soundly amidst the lies they tell  to the vulnerable citizens of the country. I guess social media has a lot to answer for because they use it without any qualm for the outcome of their lies. Trolls and bot are all over the place. The shaming game, the ugly words uttered left and right, the lies told with such a straight face you would think they are telling the truth, the profanities  and expletives  you get to listen to day by day. Is this the new norm? I am afraid for the little kids who get to imitate and accept that those ugly words are just new ones they learn because they hear it every day – that it is alright to curse and say PI in front of prime time television, that it is alright to shame a woman fighting for the truth, that it is okay to laugh at some dirty jokes that demean  someone, that it is okay to kill and kill without due process.

Where are we going? Truth has become just a word without meaning and lies are more believable.  We keep silent and  the future seems a narrow road of discovery.

Where are we going?

Let’s try this again.  Last year, I did another post linking a few lines of previous entries and ended September 2011. I guess it is about time I do this again. If you find something nice, let me know. Another blogging journey begins.

When jealousy eats one’s sanity, this is what happens. to think these are two teenagers who lost their lives because of it.

It’s part of life to undergo mood swings, ups and downs brought about by sadness and sometimes when it becomes a little uncontrollable, we call it depression. Struggles, disappointments and setbacks are part of the daily grind of living. When we allow ourselves to believe that  we are living in a black hole, and we feel that we are alone in this world, that’s where depression sets in and when you are weak, it would eat you alive. Just Be 09-21-11

Every time it rains hard, there is always that feeling of being insecure. I look outside the window and pray it is okay as long as there would be no flash flood.

Despite all the setbacks, we carry on. Circumstances may push us to the limits sometimes but our faith in a loving God will always be our anchor in times like this. Prayers help and praying for each other’s safety is the best recourse we can make.  Just think that the sun always shine after the rain. Where Did September Go? 10-01-11

Trite as it may sound, having added numbers to your age does not guaranty that you are matured and wise enough to face life.  Life  should be  lived  day by day, no matter how difficult it may seem. There is always something to look forward to, something to reminisce and something to enjoy. Friends do play important roles in one’s well-being. And friends somehow make our day complete. Friends And Then Some 10-07-11

Glimpses from the heart , these and many more.

  • receiving an e-mail from a friend whom I haven’t seen for the last ten years.  She said she reads my blogs and I was surprised. “So I am updated on what’s happening in your life more than you know.” It’s indeed so touching to learn that although you don’t  talk much and communication is just a text or two once or twice a year, she never forgets.
  • hugging a recently found book that I dreamed of buying for the last few months and it turned out that I enjoyed every page and was delighted in every stringed word. It’s one such delicious read that the characters linger long after I have read the last page and closed the book.  Sigh with a smile🙂, and that reads,  “Could I ever write something like that in my lifetime?” Glimpses From The Heart 10-14-11

And when your heart is filled with joy because you remember…

The question of “what if” and “when” always seem to be at the back of my mind, rearing its head time and again. What if I take the bus and spend my time just exploring? What if I take a ride just for the mere pleasure of it? Feasting your eyes in countryside scenery, discovering new places , conquering your fears of traveling alone on a long road trip – they may open your eyes to new vista and make your heart leap with  joy.Road Trips 10-17-11

The days grow too short sometimes, like the sand in an hour-glass that lets you count the seconds, not the minutes, not even the hours. And the days are gone before you have even blinked. Sometimes, you lose yourself in sorrow and happiness seems out of reach. But like a child aiming for a star, you get up and dream again. And reliving the past is quite like a balm to your bruised heart.  You are a survivor and the desire to rise up again and pick up the broken pieces are stronger than your sorrow. And having enough faith in a loving God will always see you through. Did I Dream of This, Or Is It Just A Funny feeling In My Heart? 10-19-11

When I look back, these words make me smile🙂

I was quite amused watching the man behind the counter of Sisig etc. It’s one of those small stalls where you could buy cheap snacks inside the mall. He was chopping the  fried pork in rhythm, with animated hand gestures. It’s like watching a conductor in an orchestra, slow then fast music, only this time, it’s the music of the knife touching the base of the chopping board  until it ends with the pork chopped finely ready for the sisig he’s about to prepare. He must really love his work.  And attitude makes the difference, there was a long line of customers in front of his stall.

Observing people sometimes makes me smile. They have their own style of  being noticed and appreciated.  It was a lovely afternoon, alright.Things Such…They Make Me Smile Again 10-2011

This is all for now. I must admit that year 2011 is my most productive year in blogging.  The challenge of writing every day helped a lot.

The Light Between Oceans

13158800Beautiful. Magnificent story. One of the best reads for my 2016 challenge. It was Goodread’s Choice 2012 winner and I didn’t know it was recently adapted into film until I finished reading it a few minutes ago. Read some reviews, some are the same as I felt in the middle of reading the book….I cried at the last few pages. I watched the 3-minute trailer on YouTube..wow! The ocean lighted by that lone lighthouse was lovely. I have always admired seeing lighthouses from a distance but I have never seen one lighted at night.

This is my 96th book for this year, four more to go and I am done. I am thinking of rereading The Godfather by Mario Puzo, getting a start at Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak (there is a full movie adaptation on YouTube) and maybe another inspiring book by Alicia Ruggerie, if I could find one.

“There are still more days to travel in this life. And he knows that the man who makes the journey has been shaped by every day and every person along the way. Scars are just another kind of memory….Soon enough the days will close over their lives, the grass will grow over their graves, until their story is just an unvisited headstone.”

“Sometimes life turns out hard. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it’s done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.”

Yeay, it’s October.

I miss my month-end post and greeting each new month. It was an uneventful September🙂 To think we haven’t celebrated Nissa’s birthday yet (together as a family).  Today was all bright and sunny, you wouldn’t think there is a coming typhoon and the prediction is, it would be a rainy one tomorrow. Did a little gardening but I was busy the past days finishing a series of five books. I was hoping there would be book six because it was that good.  I am getting tired of seeing the same face of the president on social media but I don’t get tired of commenting about those faux pas and blunders that he utters every day. It is embarrassing. The words are given weight because he is the president and he has an obligation and responsibility to the people he promised to serve.  Opps, sorry, I promised myself I won’t write a political blog for the next six years. It is so stressful and it is barely three months since he occupied Malacanang.

I could still hear Nate shouting I miss you Nonna, happy birthday over the phone this morning. Don’t worry baby, we would see each other soon and we will celebrate no matter how simple it is.

Early this morning, Josef asked about Gunter Kallmann choir because he was downloading Christmas carols on his phone. He made me listen to some jazz versions of Christmas music.  He is the one counting, not me  :)  Did I say it’s barely 84 days to go before the day?

May your October days be lots of fun and  full of blessings.  Shalom!


Morning Blessings


It rained the whole night

This morning

the sun breaks the dark clouds

And this is its reward –

My Hoya

finally in bloom!

Dreams And Reality


Yes, I am feeling a little nostalgic at the moment.  Last night, I reread a book of poems by Rod McKuen, one of the two books that I have entitled Alone. You can actually finish it in less than an hour but when you are absorbing each word, enjoying what it means in your life and looking back at   those life journeys you had before, it is even more nostalgic. The flow of each word is like a balm to your heart.

This is actually my 1,849th post in this particular blog, not counting  the posts on the other four blogs  I have on gardening, photography, my grandson Nate and a newly minted one for when I use up the remaining 29% free space allowed here. It’s been a long journey, blogging for a little more than seven years. Sometimes, I wonder how I was able to share those  thoughts in between.

I remember a few lines from my 1,000th post four years ago. I can’t believe I lasted this long sharing my thoughts with the world. Still hoping I could inspire more, I am grateful for those online friends who leave inspiring words too, coming back now and again to update me with their journey.

“Documenting one’s own frailties, insecurities, battles and happy thoughts takes a lot of courage, more so if you are doing it publicly through a blog. One thing though that I don’t regret doing is sharing my plight as a cancer patient and survivor. I started this three years ago right after I found out I had colon cancer. Each of us has her own coping mechanism and mine was writing my thoughts and sharing it . I’ve always said and I will say it again that if I could touch a single soul out there who’ll draw a little inspiration on what I went through, then that would be enough, it would make me happy. To my surprise, a few online friends found some of my blogs helpful in their own journey, having experienced the same thing that I did. Kindred spirits, if I must say.”

We can do better, we can reach our dreams, we can learn to fly.

I reviewed some of the photos I took since I learned how to take  shots of my garden blooms.  I transferred them to a hard drive when Multiply closed its doors  and I have to find a way to save all those shots.  This shot is nothing new here, I remember posting it when I was still active in participating in the weekly photo challenge at WordPress.


A moment in time.

They were flying in formation at a speed that I could not capture so well. I love taking photos of clouds on a clear day but they came as a bonus.  Seeing nature at its best keeps you grounded, the beauty of one summer day etched in your memory.  Sometimes, watching the sun show its face on a bright morning is blessing enough. Sometimes, a hesitant smile from a stranger you meet along the road of life makes the day worthwhile.  Sometimes, finding a lovely bloom in your garden is grace enough.  Dreams may not always turn into reality but believing in it takes you to another level, a happy feeling that life would always be something to treasure  no matter what.