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Yeay, happy December friends.  December morning breeze. It’s cold outside.

Did you notice? WordPress has again activated the falling icicles in our posts.  It’s lovely, isn’t it?

I’ve been looking forward to December. I guess it’s actually the best month of the year,  a joyful season to celebrate and to bring joy to others too.  Trite as it may sound and no matter how commercialized the celebration of Christmas has become, it is still the best  season to share, to bond with families and friends  and to remember the sacrifice Jesus has made for mankind.  It’s the season of faith, the season of joy and the season of togetherness.

I remember some old Christmas past. Back in the province when we were younger, Christmas was celebrated solemnly, attending the midnight mass and having Noche Buena later. Although it was way, way different from how we celebrate it today, it was the best. Mom would prepare a simple Noche Buena meal  of pancit bihon, suman and hot chocolate. Dad would bring home lots of apples and quezo de bola and a big box of old clothes donated by the high school students of the university (UST) where he used to work and mom would distribute them to our neighbors. My uncle would cook binungey, a delicacy native to Pangasinan. It’s made of  malagkit (sticky rice) and coconut cream cooked in bamboo and is lined up over fire and charcoal.  I think that’s the best there is in cooking rice cakes. You just have to cut the bamboo in half to get the cooked malagkit inside.

A simple fare of binungey.

A simple fare of binungey.

Back then, we didn’t have exchange gifts at home  but Mom and dad would buy us simple toys to play with.  The grade school days were the same when Christmas comes near. We would find a robust tree outside and decorate it with hand-made paper strings, cut colored paper made into small parols and stars, candies  and occasional plastic decor brought by our teacher. Exchange gifts are of simple things like hand towels, bath soap, pencils  or box of candies. We were happy receiving gifts that way.

Nowadays, celebration of Christmas has become a  little  extravagant. Instead of simple gifts, we give gadgets, expensive toys, and the like. Gone are those days when a box of candies would suffice. Christmas wouldn’t be one without ham, pasta, meat recipes, sweets,cakes and what have you.

I hope we would always remember why we celebrate Christmas. I hope we would always remember the little child born on Christmas day.


I am grateful.

I am grateful to all those online friends who are following my blog and posting comments to my posts, and to those who click  “like” regularly too.  There is a feeling of warmth when you see people reacting, commenting and liking your thoughts.  I always say that sometimes the  “muse” goes on leave for a while and you can’t think of anything to write about. You have written about your one remaining dog, and your  cat and your garden and the blooms you are now enjoying. You have written about how it feels to be alone in your thoughts  and how happy you are to have your family around. You have written about  discovering new blogs and seeing those lovely places that they share.

It makes me smile.

It makes me smile to read the adventures and experiences of other bloggers, how they love sharing anything under the sun. It makes me smile to reach out and exchange thoughts with them. It makes me smile just being here. I have always said time and again that blogging has become a way of life. It has become part of the daily grind that we call life. When things get a little upsetting, I blog.  When things get a little stressful, I blog too. When things make me happy, I share it in cyberspace.   Our thoughts and actions define how we feel, how happy we are. Happiness comes naturally when we cultivate friendship in our own small way. It comes naturally when we interact with other people and make them smile too in the process. Little acts of kindness, some compassionate words to make one happy.

It gives meaning to my life.

Some of  you won’t probably agree on this one. Blogging for me is now a habit I can’t break, one good habit to journey through.  It’s been more than seven long years of blogging. It has somehow change my perspective, the way I see things through other bloggers’ eyes.

How is your blogging journey?

First Sunday of Advent


Happy New Year and Merry Christmas!  New Year in the Catholic liturgical calendar begins each year with  the season of Advent.

Today is the first Sunday of Advent. We went to mass early and it was cold outside. There was this early morning breeze  while we walked  the distance from our house to the subdivision gate and from the tricycle terminal to the church.  Advent season which begins today and  ends on December 24  lets us  prepare ourselves to receive God’s gift of Jesus. It is a time of “getting ready” for the celebration of Christmas.

advent-wreath-editThe four candles represent  the four Sundays in preparation for  Christmas. The purple color has traditionally been the color symbolizing repentance and fasting.The first purple candle is the Candle of  Hope, the second one is the Candle of Preparation while the fourth purple candle is the Candle of Love. The third candle which is lighted on Gaudete Sunday is called the Candle of Joy. Pink is a joyful color.

November is coming to a close, gently folding its leaves to welcome the cold December days. Ah, the joys of waiting for Christmas! The joys of waiting for the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Beach Life


It is a gray morning here. Weather disturbance  Marce has intensified into a tropical storm. Although there is no typhoon signal here in Metro Manila, the sun hasn’t come out today.

I miss the sun and I miss the beach too. It has been so long since I’ve visited one.  Nissa’s family spent last week at the beach.  Nate told me that he had a wonderful time swimming even at night.  It must be lovely to stay outdoors on a sunny day. It must be lovely to dig your toes in the sand and  smell the salt air. It must be lovely to just idle around and think of  lovely thoughts about life.

A picture of Nate playing with his daddy.

A picture of Nate playing with his daddy.

Moments of bliss. Moments of being thankful. Moments of just being happy.  It takes  a moment to experience simple joys.   Barefoot, while the sun touches your face and you hear the sound of the gentle waves.  The sea beckons  in all its glory.

 

Stupid Is Forever


Haha, this is hilarious.

I am presently reading two books by former Sen. Miriam Santiago entitled Stupid Is Forever, her take on politics, love, her life as a  senator of the land, her quips on her enemies. and about life itself. She used to be so outspoken, sometimes even sarcastic in front of her colleagues in the Senate but she definitely made sense. She was a top-notch lawyer, an intellectual.

Here are some of the quotes lifted from her two books.

When people say that the art of politics is the art of the possible, they mean the art of speculation, calculation, intrigue, secret deals and pragmatic maneuvering.

I know of a politician who is so windy that he can give mouth-to-mouth  resuscitation by telephone.

Miss kutsara ka ba? Kasi papalapit ka pa lang napapanganga na ako.

Question: What is the plural form of rice?  Answer: Extra rice🙂

Marriage is when a man and a woman become as one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.

We are really, really sick. We are morally sick. We are mentally sick. The higher the position, the higher the mental sickness.

Kung may pangit na nagsabing “Pwede bang manligaw?” Sagutin mo. “Sure basta hindi sa akin.”🙂

Some jokes are corny of course, they are mostly written in the vernacular. I love her article on weaponizing social media.  These two books are what we say, “Miriam na Miriam”.  They are a nice change from the usual books that I read.

Life In The Boomer Lane


Yes, I believe those in their sixties are baby boomers.

It’s been a busy weekend and blogging took a back seat. I would love to blog every day just like before but it is a no go. It’s either one is too lazy to blog or nothing comes out worthy to blog about. I think it is more of the latter  though. Sometimes the muse doesn’t work.  But I am happy that a lot of people have followed my blog lately although when I looked, some blog sites are no longer active and the blogs are already deactivated. Some are written in another language that I can’t understand. Sorry guys, much as I want to follow you back or read your posts,  I am in a bind. Anyway, I did follow some of you and I look forward to reading your posts. It is always a thrill to discover new blogs and writers here at WordPress.

Nate turned four yesterday and my daughter  went on leave from work so she could prepare his small party celebration in school.  She brought along spaghetti, pizza, cake and ice cream for Nate’s classmates.  Seeing their pictures, I think Nate enjoyed the party. Last week, they went on a three-day trip to Subic, Zambales for swimming and to visit Zoobic Safari.   It is always nice to see Nate enjoying those moments at the beach.  There is nothing lovelier than being with your family on a road trip.

The last two days, I’ve been busy gardening again, trimming the carabao grass  while listening to good old music on my small radio outside.  Listening to news, humming along with  70’s and 60’s songs, that’s what life was all about the last two afternoons. It was nice to garden because it was a little windy.  I don’t have much of flowers nowadays except the blooming Crossandras, Santan  and Shamrock.  Our street is looking festive, they just hung lanterns  on lamp posts yesterday and lit them last night.  Beautiful🙂   They even have these Christmas decor on the railings of the sidewalk made of native materials.  Nice🙂

Sidewalk Christmas decor

Sidewalk Christmas decor

My Santan blooms in front of the house.

My Santan blooms in front of the house.

It's otherwise known as  Jungle Geranium.

It’s otherwise known as Jungle Geranium.

I managed to finish two books the past week, some light reading about works  of new authors that I found lately.

How are you all?

He Is No Hero


They are like thieves in the night, burying a dictator at the Libingan ng mga Bayani. and deliberately hid  the information  from all of us Filipinos.  Those who were victims of the atrocities of the Marcos regime, those who died and lost their lives because of Martial Law, those who were tortured, those who lost their family members, you are the  real heroes and not Marcos.

It is so disturbing that this is happening in front of our eyes with the consent of the Armed Forces  of the Philippines and the Philippine National Police. The judicial process was completely disregarded. There was no respect for the rule of law.  Marcos was a  murderer, a dictator and a thief and it makes me sad that this government allowed his burial at a place where heroes should be buried. He is no hero.

They have changed the course of history. These are tough times for us and the people are alone in the battle because the government who should protect us  sided with the thieves. As they say, “pambayad utang” for all the favors  the Marcos family did during the last election. They are still the most influential family on planet Philippines.

Ibon mang may layang lumipad
Kulungin mo at umiiyak
Bayan pa kayang sakdal-dilag
Ang ‘di magnasang makaalpas