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Gosh, three weather disturbances just waiting in the offing.  I hope they won’t turn into dreaded typhoons. We are having monsoon rains, those type that won’t stop in a blink. Honestly, I hate monsoon rains. We still have at least a month probably before the end of the rainy season, sometimes though, strong typhoons still happen during December.

My son Josef who is so fond of playing games in his cellphone and in my computer, downloaded some games on my tab. I am not really into these online games which take so much of one’s time once you start playing one. He said that I could play them when I get tired of reading. Haha!  I have the block puzzle and I am trying to reach more than 1,000 scores on the classic level but all I was able to reach so far is a measly 931. It’s not really that hard but you need a little strategy to get a high score. He also downloaded Wordscapes which I like better  than the block puzzle. Creating new words out of four or just five letters with sometimes only one vowel. Great! I am challenged by this. Sometimes, one thinks of longer words but a three-letter one does as well.

He asked if I want movies downloaded on my tab too. I don’t. I rather  watch one on YouTube when I feel like it (on my computer with the bigger screen, that is). There are several Tagalog movies that come free but I am not into watching films because I easily get bored and sometimes the story seems like culled from one of the books I’ve read before.  Playing music is better for me.

I am presently reading this book about the life of  Hedy Lamarr which was written in fiction. But who  is Hedy Lamarr? It’s the first time  I heard of her. She is Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler, an Austrian-born  American film actress and inventor. I am still in the middle of the book but I find it an engrossing read. I would love to know what her scientific contributions were to the world.

Starting Monday right. Getting in touch with some friends via Messenger and trying to reach out. Have a nice and lovely week ahead everyone.

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After his restless sleep last night waiting for Josef to come home, he finally went back to sleep this afternoon and early this evening.  He was quite comfortable in a corner with his travel pillow. Haha, sometimes he snores.

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Last Tuesday, my son-in-law Obet brought Nate to the hospital after his class. Nissa was napping when they came and when he saw his mom, he asked his dad if he could kiss her. He said he’ll be careful not to touch her bandaged throat.

As soon as Nissa woke up, Nate gave her a folded note which he placed inside the plastic box of Nissa’s rosary. How sweet of him, this was what he wrote.

He was so attentive of Nissa, giving her water to drink and he even talked to the nurses and doctors when they did their rounds. One of the nurses asked him if he wants to be a doctor too and he answered “yes”. We just smiled  and when Nissa’s doctor asked where he was studying, he readily answered, “ICAM”. The doctor smiled and said that it is probably one of those international schools and Nate said, “it’s Immaculate Conception Academy”. The former even commented that he is quite tall for his age at six.

When they left later, Nissa showed me some of his earlier notes which he rolled in a small empty canister of M & M. So sweet of Nate writing these notes at his age.

When they left, he told the nurse that he’ll be back. Of course that was the only time Obet brought him to the hospital. As Nissa is still on sick leave for another week, they have a lot of time to bond.

I remember Nissa and Josef when they were at similar age. Everytime we went home, there would always be love letters written in sometimes torn page of a notebook  pasted at the door. What mattered was the love freely given and the thoughtful gestures behind it.

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Good morning everyone!

It’s a dark Tuesday morning. There is another storm brewing in the North and heavy rains are predicted this afternoon and that include  most provinces and towns in Luzon, including Metro Manila.  The students are happy, most of them have no classes.

Have you ever thought how much you have shared in your blog in all the years that you have been blogging? Come to think of it, your blog becomes your online diary, the difference between having a journal is that in a blog you share what you write publicly while in a journal you probably keep it under lock and key.

We’ve talked about the weather (the easiest one to do I think), our family, hobbies, books we have read and will read in the future, politics (occasionally), we even talk about what we had for dinner or breakfast, places we’ve been to, we post lots and lots of photos we took with our high-end cameras or those convenient built-in cameras in our cell phones and tabs. We talk about the daily happenings in our lives.

Sometimes you think you have shared too much and after more than a thousand blog posts you have published, you think you have covered every subject there is to blog about. Maybe some of us even dream of publishing books out of those writings we’ve done over the years. That’s great of course but not all of us are brave enough and talented enough to pull it through.

I remember my first foray into having published  something in a national daily. Years ago, I was invited to join a contest at Philippine Star sharing about how it was being an OFW (Overseas Filipino Workers) family. I didn’t win, there were so many writers whose works were more meaty and interesting than what I wrote but I was paid in cash for my efforts. That was a thirty-minute of writing. The newspaper had saved them  somewhere but I could no longer find the articles now. About a year after, I was again invited to share my thoughts about our former President Cory Aquino when she died, how she affected my life as an individual  and as a citizen of our country. Then came the newspaper’s anniversary and I again contributed a few lines to congratulate them. I no longer subscribe to the newspaper now since I could always take a look online, some fresher news to read.

There are still bylines that I read regularly online at Philippine Star. I love how Barbara Gonzales writes her articles weekly. She’s married now (again), she’s in her mid-seventies when she got married for the second time. Her kids have grown and she enjoys her moments teaching writing at home and doing beadworks.

How do you spend your free time aside from blogging of course? How do you make those moments memorable?

 

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But you can’t.

You can only remember and reminisce. The memories may sometimes be hazy but there are events in your past that stand out and you smile….remembering.

Last night I had a brief journey listening to some music (instrumental at that) and songs of yesteryears posted by a journalist friend who also grew up in the 60’s. A nice way to spend a few moments listening to the sound of Sergio Mendes, Malo (Latin jazz), the mellow voice of Karen Carpenter, the dancy tunes of Carlos Santana’s music, the singing guitars of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.  Yes, YouTube is the best when it comes to those old, old music.

If you could turn back time –

You’ll probably remember those days when happiness means playing under the heat of the sun or watching the moon on a clear night, no television, no phones and other gadgets to distract you. Those were the days when you get fascinated by dragonflies and butterflies freely hopping from flower to flower, bloom to another bloom. Those were the days when climbing a guava tree and eating those crunchy fruits while you were perched on a swinging branch like a monkey was heaven. Those were the days when having pancit was a celebration of birthdays and special occasions. They are noodles cooked with different vegetables and slices of pork, a bit of shrimp or diced cooked chicken.

Ah, I  remember those days collecting marbles and rubber bands and playing with my brothers, who had the longest braid of rubber bands at the end of the game? And those cards we used to call tex. They were collectibles which we put in shoe boxes.

We called them tex.

Marbles. Locally we call them holen or jolen.

Now the use of rubber bands has evolved. A couple of years ago, I made bracelets out of them.

I’d like to think that growing up, we were the lucky ones not needing expensive gadgets and toys to have fun.

 

 

 

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I am sure some of us regularly check our dashboards for those unwanted spam comments that appear every now and then, checking if we have missed acknowledging comments on our posts, sometimes looking at where our viewers are coming from or maybe checking our stats for the day.

I am particularly concerned about the storage space since I am using a free format for my blog. For bloggers like us who don’t want to convert our blogs to premium accounts, we are only allowed 3,072 megabytes in one single blog. I’ve used up 75% of it as of the moment. Back when I started blogging ten years ago, I didn’t know much about how photos would eat up a lot of space allowed specially when you are posting hi-resolution shots like I did before.  My free space rapidly filled up. Three or two years ago, I finally learned that I can reduce my photos to sizable ones in my library before adding them to my posts. I should have learned that long ago when I was still participating in the daily WordPress Photography Challenge in which you will interpret a word through your photographs.  That was when I joined a more difficult challenge of writing and posting everyday back in 2011.

Yesterday, I finally reached my 2,700th post for this blog alone and I think that’s a lot of writing. That’s averaging 300 to 500 words per post.  Add that to my four other somewhat inactive blogs and you’ll get the figure.  There was a time I when I felt the day was not complete when I can’t blog. There was also a few months when WordPress introduced commenting on each post writing such feedbacks like wonderful, amazing, beautiful etc. I miss those yearly reviews they did before on how your blog fared throughout the year. They even introduced words everyday that you can use to write about something related to it. Though I still visit my dashboard regularly, I no longer read WordPress events and news.

I am glad of my ever looming stats. It has greatly increased through the years. Right now, I have about 586,697 total. My followers haven’t reached 4,000 yet but I am nearing there. Most of them don’t engage anyway except for a few friends who regularly visit and make comments. Some follow through e-mails only and around 90 from Twitter. I seldom link my posts at Facebook except when the topic is about politics.

I am still enamored with blogging. It’s one activity that I enjoy doing though at times I seem to lose my muse.  It is a journey that I want to continue. Would love to explore and discover more blogs in the future.

What about you? How’s you blogging journey?

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My gosh, I got so engrossed reading another book about Korea that I only opened my WordPress blog for a few minutes this morning.

It’s North  Korea this time. It’s entitled Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives In North Korea by Barbara Demick.

Nothing To Envy follows the lives of six North Koreans over fifteen years—a chaotic period that saw the death of Kim Il-sung, the unchallenged rise to power of his son Kim Jong-il, and the devastation of a far-ranging famine that killed one-fifth of the population. 

By the way, Kim Jong-un became the supreme leader of North Korea in 2011, succeeding his father Kim Jong-il.

The book speaks from the eyes of defectors who are now living in South Korea or China.  Getting a look inside this closed country, seeing the outside world though the eyes of those who escaped. If Pachinko was a riveting tale of how Korea was before the country’s division and during the Japanese Occupation, in this book you get to see how  people lived in North Korea when it was finally divided. It’s like a continuation of where Pachinko left off.

Here’s how the author described a world of those who were indoctrinated since birth.

“North Korea invites parody. We laugh at the excesses of the propaganda and the gullibility of the people. But consider that their indoctrination began in infancy, during the fourteen-hour days spent in factory day-care centers; that for the subsequent fifty years, every song, film, newspaper article, and billboard was designed to deify Kim Il-sung; that the country was hermetically sealed to keep out anything that might cast doubt on Kim Il-sung’s divinity. Who could possibly resist?”

I haven’t actually finished the book yet but it is even more interesting and riveting than the previous book I read about the country.

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