Posts Tagged ‘a bit of myself’

Last week, I searched for a studio in one of the malls near our place.  I need IDs for my application for SSS pension  and I haven’t had my ID taken since I left the bank  sixteen years ago.

I don’t indulge in selfies like most people do specially on Facebook where photos are so filtered you would think they all have flawless faces.  They don’t look real to me.  (Such an exaggeration to look good…haha). With such apps clearly on hand even with poorly taken photos, I think creativity is lost. I hate facing the camera especially in a formal one like a photography studio. I always prefer holding the camera and practise on my shots.  The picture actually turned out nice with a white background to my dark pink top. “A little to the right ma’am”, the photographer said. “Would you prefer to remove your eyeglasses?” “No”,  I answered.  Let it be said that this is how I look on my 60th year.  Mom got a copy of one of my  2″ x 2″ pictures and said, “ang ganda“.  Who would admire a photo with a subtle hint of lines on one’s face except your mom?  Laughs…. Oh but I had my hair trimmed and blown dry before I had my picture taken, that’s the secret 🙂

Got a total now of 1,842 blog posts including this one. I have clearly forgotten  some of what I wrote  a few years ago. Maybe  some of the subjects are quite redundant to write about. Maybe there is a need to change the writing style or change theme. I like the clear lines of Misty Look though, I’ve been using it since I started blogging seven years ago. The theme is easy to customize and navigate and I like that you can change the header photos at every post.  I must admit I often forget to update my other blogs. I have five including this main site. It is hard to start all over again but it is one of the challenges of blogging, maintaining a site  and thinking of some worth-reading content of course.

How’s your blogging journey?



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This is just a borrowed title from one of my favorite poets Mary Oliver.  A Thousand Mornings is one of the two books by Mary Oliver that I treasure. Her words inspire, uplift  and  cheer me up to no ends.  Always, I would read a few lines or two, commit to memory some of her words and my day is complete.

All is quiet except the hum of the small electric fan underneath the computer table. It rained last night and there is a little breeze coming from the window. It is one of those mornings that you get a little introspective, you think about life and living and you are grateful for God’s blessings.


I always love what silence brings. I always love greeting the morning hearing nothing but the quiet of dawn, a new day feeling hopeful and anticipating what lies ahead.  It’s those few minutes of bowing your head in prayer and listening to the silence in your heart that make life so precious. You ask but sometimes God surprises you with small miracles. You smile at the thought that life though sometimes harder than it seems is still  beautiful.  You smile at the thought that even if you are alone, happiness is within your grasp. You smile at the thought of a new day, a day to make more memories to hold.


I love watching a sunrise. It holds a promise, it inspires a dream.  Sometimes, it plays hide and seek with the clouds  but you feel the warmth of its embrace. I love the sprinkling of  water droplets brought by the rain at night. How I wish I could capture those magnificent bubbles reflecting the beauty of the morning.  I love the fresh morning look of the garden after the rain.  Sometimes, you get lucky finding new blooms or a new shoot of some seeds you planted a few days ago.



I love those too. A week ago, I noticed my blackberry shrubs bearing fruits at last. I even asked my friend who gave me the seeds last year if they are flowers but she told me just to wait until they ripen into…. yes, black.   They are turning red and Mom said they might be just flowers growing. I can’t wait.  The three turmeric pots have sprouted  leaves finally. The light green oblong shaped leaves are lovelier to look at than the leaves of ginger.  Oh but I love squeezing a leaf of  my ginger plant on my fingers now and then. The aromatic scent is addicting.

Tea and coffee.

Mom would not make a choice, she has always been a coffee lover. I love both though and I love those different tea infusions. You know that feeling of choosing a flavor to suit your mood for the day. Last Saturday, my daughter brought me a box of Twinings’ Lemon and Ginger, a lovely addition to my English Tea Shop’s Cranberry Vanilla Delight, Green Tea and Spiced Red Fruits. I have a few small sachets of Japanese Green Tea. Brewing a Japanese loose leaf green tea has always been a challenge for me, it is easier to use tea bags.  I have two lovely tea kettles with strainer  and I love using each one with the tea bags.  Sipping tea on small cups is just lovely, isn’t it?  Do you read tea leaves?

A thousand mornings….to dream, to read, to appreciate what nature brings, to make another day as lovely as yesterday. Dance to the beat of the day even when no one is watching.  Dance to the music in your head.  Dance to your heart’s desires.

“This morning

the beautiful white heron

was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this

the one world

we all belong to

where everything

sooner or later

is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite beautiful myself.”
― A Thousand Mornings, Mary Oliver


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Oh please, don’t laugh.

Yes, I know some of you are pretty smiling right now.

I am having a LSS. You know, that moment when you wake up from a short afternoon nap and your head is full of a lovely melody and you begin to sing along. I have no option  but to open my PC and search  for this song.  YouTube is a little helpful when you feel nostalgic with the old days.  Those dreams you had three decades ago,  when you were just learning that falling in love was a wonderful feeling but it was  full of pain.  I was seventeen.

Now I know you’re laughing.

I borrowed Josef’s headset  and searched for the song Only Friends. Why can’t I remember who sang it? Back when I was still new to blogging, I made a blog post about last song syndrome.

I found this site with plenty of uploaded Lettermen songs, old favorites like Traces, Morning Girl, Dedicated To The One I Love, This Guy’s In Love With You ( I love the version of Burt Bacharach though)  and of course Only Friends. I know listening to them now seems a bit silly but the music is more soothing compared to the noise I hear nowadays.  And do you know, here in my corner of the world, Sundays are dedicated to the oldies and the senior citizens or what you call in their heyday, the baby boomers.  You will always find  FM and AM  bands playing the songs of the 60’s and the 70’s all day long.  You wonder, those were the days, those days you were growing up and all you had was a single turntable and your 45.  Those were the days too when you used to write on small  Hello Kitty notebooks with a  Hello Kitty pen.

Sometimes I let my mind
Drift endlessly and in the wind
your face I see
smile gently as you turn to pass

But the love that I once had for you
Is gone so is the meaning too
I guess it never really had a chance
to last………

The love is gone but the memory made you smile 🙂



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Thank you!

The day would have been incomplete without this.

Today, I am celebrating my 7th year in remission. THANK YOU LORD for the gift of life. Thank you for all the blessings.Thank you for the gifts of family and friends who were with me throughout this journey.

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Gosh, my regular readers must be so disappointed seeing the same posts for quite a while now.  Some are looking into old blog posts as far back as 2011 and 2012.  Imagine two pathetic posts for this month. It’s not because I got tired of sharing my world with you but every time I try to compose something here, I always end up going back to the latest result of the vice-presidential race.  More deep breaths, more sighs of relief, more prayers and a gargantuan faith that our Leni will win. She is ahead for  several days now but you’ll never know with a Marcos on the other side of the fence. The latter said the only way that he could lose is when he is cheated.  What arrogance coming from someone whose family has cheated and emptied the coffers of the Philippines thirty years ago.

Opps, sorry, I promised I won’t be talking about politics anymore. My lips are sealed.

There is an ongoing virus among dogs here in our area.  I forgot the exact term used by the  vet  but it’s like a severe flu, always undetected at first until your pet just won’t eat  and it slowly dies. Sad to say, we lost our Japanese Spitz last May 01 and our Aspin the other day.  We have only one dog left, a half Lab, half Spitz  a friend gave us two years ago.  I haven’t  gotten used yet  tending the garden without our small dog always trailing behind.  It really pains me to see them gone.

I was supposed to blog about my seventh year last May 11. It’s not the same as the one that WordPress celebrates with me because it took me a year to actually post something after I created Dreams and Escapes.  I transferred some blog entries culled from my previous Multiply site, those posts that were not current at the time I seriously considered blogging here for good.  I never left since. Though it was a hard start, I am still  here.  Back then, there were no like buttons to speak of but WordPress was so supportive of  suggesting topics when I joined  the 2011 Writing Challenge. I was given a badge but deleted it a few years later.  They gave feedbacks for every post like “amazing, fantastic, wonderful etc.” When I think of all those times that I have to wrack my brain so I could stay updated with the challenge,  I smile at myself and say I have a lot of patience after all.  I am a self-taught blogger constantly looking for themes that would suit my blog, always customizing on the side, editing old posts. Believe me, there will always be some words or two that sometimes  make no sense at all. Well, one learns as one goes along. It is one of the challenges of blogging.

This is my 1,790th post for this blog alone, add that to the four remaining blogs that I maintain and it would probably reach  2,000 entries.  Having  a bigger stats is a bonus of course.  I am hoping though that there would be more interactions/comments on the side because I am curious to know where they are coming from.   My newest blog, Dreams Never End got more likes and comments when I started there. My 2016 Reading Challenge has gone haywire the past days with only one book read in advance.  I hope I’ll be able to catch up in the coming days.

Bye for now, I hope to visit your sites soon. I miss reading  your  blogs.




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“Everyone needs an emotional foxhole. A place to hide when life’s storms hit” – richard paul evans

When the ocean  meets the sky

I took this shot several years ago  on one of our road trips.  The calmness of the sea always brings peace to my soul.  I wish I could be here once more. It must be nice to wake up early and retrace your steps on once familiar places.  It must be nice to sink your feet  in the rich sand and feel the gentle waves  lapping at your toes.   It must be nice just to be here  alone.


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Hello everyone!

I’ve finally been able to update my gardening blog, the most neglected one among the five blogs I maintain at WordPress.  Spent the early morning gardening and taking some photos of my garden blooms. Josef bought a new grass cutter yesterday so I was able to trim our Green Dust and Fukien Tea plants. The round shapes are not perfect but  at least they look lovely now without the extra branches and leaves scattered all over.

I am looking forward to another Senate hearing today on the $81M bank  heist which according to recent news may be the biggest in Asia yet.  How it found its way to RCBC, a local bank here in the Philippines and how it ended up in some fictitious accounts is the gist of the investigation.  Maybe you’ve heard about this big, big news in the banking world.

There is one program on TV that I watch regularly now (since the start of the year, that is).  I am not much of a TV addict  but I watch news from time to time and catch a little of early morning programs.  Tawag ng Tanghalan though caught my eye one afternoon while I was ironing.  I remember this program was in existence when I was growing up, back then, my mom used to listen to it on radio. They have revived it a few months ago. I am simply overwhelmed by the talent in singing displayed by contestants from all parts of the Philippines. The country is truly a gem of a place where you can find good musicians, composers and great singers.  Even a five-year old can belt out a nice Tagalog song and dance to the tune of the latest songs. I’m impressed. The television program is now in the process of choosing  the first-quarter finalist from among the top five semi-finalists  and they are all good. I marvel at the way they could touch the high notes in both English and Tagalog songs.  I almost missed it yesterday. I laugh  at myself sometimes when I imitate the way they sing after the show. (Don’t worry, nobody hears it except me…hehe).  It’s the last song syndrome if I may say.  Sometimes, it stays with me even when I am gardening or feeding the dogs.

I hope your day is a wonderful one. May I also invite you to visit my gardening blog? You can just click the link on this post.

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