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I know, I know. I should be writing  about how my day went yesterday celebrating my 61st birthday.  I went out for a while to see our street all aglow with  red  Christmas lights in each electric post in front of each house.  I just love it. This is what Santa says:

Right now, there are 57 days until Christmas 2017

And yes, I am quite distracted by the songs playing on Josef’s Bose SoundLink  Mini. It’s a Bluetooth speaker  which was Nissa’s gift to him last Christmas.   It’s the sound of the  70’s this time. I don’t know why but I was looking for another song by Frank Sinatra called  Something Stupid  and he has it too. Oh, what a thrill!  Jumping with joy listening to well-selected songs he downloaded on his phone the past few days.

Let’s see, Josef went on vacation leave yesterday so we could celebrate my birthday. We were out the whole day. Nissa brought Nate to their office to have  a Halloween party so we had lunch together at Tokyo Tonteki  in Greenbelt 5, Makati. Yes, it’s Japanese cuisine and I simply loved it. Then we went to BGC (Bonifacio Global City) to shop for a while. I’m impressed with their  JP Morgan office, it’s so tall and so big. I watched their ad at the ground floor lobby featuring the services of JP Morgan Chase Bank worldwide.  Next before we went home, we had dinner at SM East Ortigas mall. That completes the day for me. Food and more food.  I had fun reading all the greetings on Facebook.  Six of my priest friends also sent their greetings and one offered his mass intention for me. These photos stand out:

A photo collage from a friend who greeted me “Happy New  Year”.

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Taken yesterday at Tokyo Tonteki.

 

 

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I was doing a little gardening this afternoon when I heard  the doorbell ring. A Cainta van was in front of our gate.  The two employees of the municipal hall asked me when my birthday is. One even sang a happy birthday. I was surprised.  They gave me this  bag of groceries and a big umbrella from the Mayor’s office.

One of our neighbors said months ago that they give birthday gifts to senior citizens every year.  This is my first time to receive one.  I truly appreciate this, it’s the thought that counts, right?

Have I told you that  recently our town  was given recognition of excellence, a well-managed town among all the towns in the Philippines?  It is the richest town among all towns outside Metro Manila.  I think  we received the awards for three straight years. Mayor Kit is the best, I must agree.  He has a Facebook page and he gives us updates every day.  You can even drop by his office and he will entertain you. I send messages to him sometimes when our garbage collector is  not on schedule and he immediately responds.

I’ll be turning 60  61 in two days  and this is a lovely gift for my birthday.

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“When the winds of change blow, you sense the outcome ahead of others, having seen so much before. Surprises come in smaller forms to you, as in the unexpected experiences of the senses, deepening your appreciation of the physical. You want life to last so you can explore your mature understanding of existence. You have become patient with the younger souls, understanding their paths and of the challenges they face. You forgive much, often acting as mentor without pushing your beliefs upon others. You give without great expectations of receiving. Love has become the most valued concept in your universe – this life may be your quest to perfect your ability to express and receive perfect love. Thoughts of dying do not fill you with dread, as you understand death is a part of life, and life is a process of becoming… so death is a graduation, not an end. At rest, you feel at one with the universe and are grateful for your current home, Earth. You have a heartfelt affinity for history – the connections to various periods throughout time are undeniable. Very old souls are adept at recognizing other old souls… mutual respect forms naturally between them”.

I wonder how true is this. In some instances I do agree. 

Took this quiz at FB, some days back. It was saved on my notes. I love history and I love to read historical books.  I sometimes dream of  places in my childhood . Soulmates ?  Yes, I  think  so too. Who knows, our  family members and close friends might have been close to us in earlier life.  And death certainly is, and should not be something to be afraid of.

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If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. –William Arthur Ward

It was the way you said, “dreams are for people who love life” that made me think dreams could be an extension of your inner self.  Sometimes, your most ardent desire is manifested in your dreams.  Sometimes, your mind is pregnant with lovely thoughts that remain just that – thoughts.  Sometimes, you come to a point where you choose to ignore what  is in your mind because you don’t want to acknowledge it.  You dream awake  and your mind wanders. Ah, the beauty of going back to old dreams.

We  used to  have this segment at our Catholic site page called  Hot Seat. When you are on it, every member can ask questions about you – your life, what you believe in, but nothing too personal though. Someone asked  who influenced me in writing. Oh well, I’ve kept a journal since I was in college, pouring my heart out on paper. I don’t know why but back in those times, it was so easy for me to write about my journey. Sometimes I wonder, when you are lonely and alone, you could write about so many things, you could weave dreams  to your  heart’s desires. When you are hurting, it is easier to describe how you feel than when you are happy and satisfied with your life.  And why is that, you ask? Because you feel the pain so much more than the joys. Joys are fleeting burst of inspirations at times while the pain you feel come and go but never really leaves. It’s there,  throbbing like a tight knot in your heart.

It’s never too late to dream of something that would lift up your soul. It’s never too late to weave dreams again and make it a reality. Who says you can’t write about your journey towards happiness?  Who says you can’t share the times you felt so low but  still can smile?  We must treasure moments like these, those times when an old dream emerges as something new, dressed in hope and faith, a promise of a new day.

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This is the nth time I’d be writing about blogging.  Same old subject, same old thoughts (I guess).

Do you consider your stats important in your  blog’s performance? I do. I have this dream of reaching half a million viewers  by year-end. Presently, I have registered a total of  495,675. Sometimes,  I get a total of 300 views  per day  and that’s a big bonus. It seldom happens now though. The average I get is between 150 to 200 a day.  Don’t ask me, I don’t know where they are coming from. Some people visit but never leave comments or like. I am grateful though for the number.  As of last count, I have a total of 2,681 give or take one or two. It includes the more than 80 followers I have at Twitter and some friends who subscribed via e-mail but they are not bloggers.  I follow  a little over 130 bloggers on WordPress and some links from  those gifted poets  that I admire.  I cleaned up my list a few months ago when I noticed that some of them are no longer active in blogging. Would love to explore more blogs and discover more bloggers  and writers soon.

I  have a friend  who tells me that she is always updated with what is happening in my life although we don’t see each other much. It’s been years since we left the bank where we used to work.  Funny how  I’ve been so open about my  life journey here. I’ve always said before that blogging is a sort of catharsis for me. I recall those days when I felt so down and I just wanted to share.  I recall those days when my health was challenged and writing about it helped me cope.  I recall the days of just being happy and blessed. What a nice feeling when you get in touch with your inner self.

I never attempted to  write about “how to’s” in blogging. Sometimes we find subjects that we are comfortable writing about. We find our niche under the sun.  Again it would be a bonus if some people  could relate to what we share. Chances are there would be one or two who could. It is a touch and go thing.  One thing I would like to say is that, always write from the heart. There is no use inventing something you haven’t experienced or felt. There is no use sharing a subject you are not familiar with.  I made a total of 2,076 posts on this blog alone, this one excluded. Maybe if I were to add the posts on my four other blogs it would probably  reach 2,500. Sometimes I wonder, some posts have become redundant through the years.

We often say the reason we are on the world-wide web is because we got something to talk about.  Aside from that of course is  to find new friends online and interact with them.

It is a lovely journey…..blogging, that is.

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What’s it about Monday that makes one lazy sometimes or bold enough to tackle another difficult job?

I am half-way through trimming our carabao grass again. I bought a new grass cutter several days ago so it is easier to do the job now.  The weather is just fine for gardening with a gentle morning breeze to enjoy.

Gosh, the noise of the vehicles passing by our street. The main road in Ortigas Avenue Ext. is being repaired so some commuters pass through  our subdivision to avoid the heavy traffic. I hate it  when some use their car horns inside the subdivision. They are not supposed to do that since the subdivision only allows  a lower speed limit compared to the main roads. It is annoying. Yesterday afternoon, two cars bumped into each other right in front of the house causing a traffic jam for a while. Those drivers get so impatient.

I harvested about a kilo of kalamansi  after gardening and made some into juice. The fresh, delicious taste of freshly picked kalamansi…heaven.

 

There are plenty more where they come from.  It’s time Nate visits us again so he could bring some home.  Speaking of  food, yesterday I  cooked  pancit bihon for lunch. It is a Filipino noodle stir fry so popular for everyday meals and on special occasions too.  Since it is a complete meal in itself one does not need to add rice to the dish.  You would need about a half kilo of pork, 500 grams of vermicelli noodles, carrots, chayote, Baguio beans and two stalks of celery.

 

There is still a little left inside the ref with two pieces of longganisa to boot. Perfect for another meal later.  Left-over meals for  Monday…haha!

Have a nice week ahead friends!

 

 

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My autograph is open
Come and see
What?
Won’t you waste a line on me?
Share but a thought
A word or two
That memory may revert to you…

These  were just a few lines that I vividly remember written on my first autograph book that Mom and Dad gave me one Christmas in 1968.  Back then, the first thought that came to mind was, I could have my grade school classmates sign it before our graduation the following year.  I didn’t know that Mom kept it together with assorted toys, plastic dolls and other paraphernalia so dear to a young girl’s heart. The book was about 8′ x 10′ in size, with an inch-thick pages and the cover was  of a glossy material that easily attracts the eyes. At the center was a picture of…guess who….Susan Roces!

I was then quite excited to show it off to my classmates. I am sure you know what a typical autograph looks like, you write your name, address, age, school, ambition, motto in life and see questions like, ‘who is your crush?’ and such things like ‘define love’.  On the second page is where you put your dedication together with a small photograph if you have one.

A few years ago, I got the chance to get re-acquainted with it. The pages were quite frayed at the edges and some part of it were eaten by termites.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
May some forget you
But never shall I…

I could not help remembering James Patterson’s books with similar titles, Roses Are Red and Violets Are Blue. Do you think he got the idea of using such from some childhood quotes?  Going back to answering the question, ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ A lot of them answered, ‘to be a nurse’ or ‘to be a teacher’ and most of them wrote under ambition, ‘to go abroad’ Why not ‘to be a writer”or probably the more facetious answers like ‘to be a beauty queen’ or ‘to be a Philippine president’ ? Forty years ago, being a teacher was I think the most noble ambition for a child of eleven or twelve. And going abroad was the ultimate dream of every family.  Remember the saying, “the grass is greener on the other side”.

Define love.  ‘Love is sweet’, ‘love hurts’, ‘love is a nice feeling’. Corny, you might say but those are definitely what we feel at times, right?  We were psyched  from early childhood how to give love back – be it in simple things like hugging our parents, kissing our younger siblings, making those paper flowers for our moms thinking that they are the best flowers in the world, helping them with household chores, etc.  Love is simply manifested in every gesture but probably in a subconscious way.

Back in high school during our senior year, we had those slumbooks  (is this word in the dictionary?) as we called it then. Remember those cute little notebooks  with Hello Kitty designs?  Almost every girl in class had it and we were quite “kilig to the bones” seeing our high school crush sign it.  What was important was, the complete address, birthday and the short accompanying note which we treasured.  Nowadays and luckily for our batch, we regularly keep in touch by way of frequent get-together, once in three years reunions, via our batch’ e-group and such social networking site like Facebook.

Yes, the college years  – those were the days where you probably experienced being in love for the first time.   Really, how time flies!   Slumbooks and autographs, do they still have that now?

(photo courtesy of  Witty  Will Save The World Co.)

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