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It has become a regular thing, spending some time and eating breakfast at Jollibee every Sunday morning right after the 6:30 am mass.  I seldom cook on Sunday mornings  so it’s  either my favorite longganisa with  pouched egg and  a cup of  fried rice and hot coffee to go. Josef always orders  their jumbo hot dog with  pouched egg too  and rice. He prefers hot chocolate over coffee though. This morning, I had pancakes and a cup of hot macaroni soup to go with my coffee.  I haven’t given up on coffee yet, it’ s a perk on Sunday mornings. Jollibee’s is brewed so it is stronger.

Jollibee is a homegrown fast-food giant in the Philippines. It even has overseas branches.  Here in Metro Manila, you will see  a Jollibee outlet in almost every corner. You can even order via phone and they will deliver.  Kids know  the familiar logo of the bee.

That’s Nate  in one of Jollibee’s branches. For most kids,  going and eating at Jollibee is a great joy.  Their meals have become comfort food for some.

Going home I would buy fruits in the nearby fruit stand. It is always advisable to buy what is in season because it is cheaper. Nowadays rambutan is plenty  so with lanzones but the latter is still expensive. Of course there would always be sweet potatoes for me.  The yellow variety is sweet.

How’s your Sunday?

 

 

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How could one be sure that friendship would last forever?  Is forever something you just read in books and see in movies? How could one know when parting will come?  How could one exist  without this so-called friendship?

You are my treasured friend, someone I could always call in times of happiness and pain, a  sure shoulder to cry on and to laugh with, someone who would not hesitate to say, “don’t be a cry baby, face your fears and uncertainties and you’ll be stronger in the end”.

Yes, this wonderful thing called friendship makes people keep their sanity.   The wonder of friendship – that mysterious meeting  of the minds  that makes you feel you are not alone, that certain feeling that you are loved and prayed for, that  there is somebody out there thinking of you once in a while.

Maybe, there is one good reason why we keep those social networking sites, there is one good reason why we need to connect, there is one good reason why we need to share.   Loneliness is something we cannot  fully comprehend  unless we go out of ourselves to reach out and be real.

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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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Cry If You Must


If they ask you how you’ve been

Would you say, “I’m doing good”

When deep inside

You’re crying?

Life is not like a fiction book

That you’ll know where the story ends

For almost always in a fantasy world

The ending is  happy.

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Four days since my last post. Whoa, it’s kinda hard to start again. I  know, I know.  Some of you would probably  react and say, what’s four days? It’s just that I got so used to updating this site almost daily that four days  is too long for me. Blame it on a little laziness on the side. Honestly I just got engrossed reading again.  I found new titles  and new authors too. Since I am done with my Goodreads challenge I could indulge  in a little romance and suspense thrillers too.

And I’ve said before that sometimes I wonder if people read a particular book because they love and like the author or they find positive reviews about it or simply because the book is just there, handy for one to enjoy.

I am not deterred by negative reviews they give to a particular book or been influenced by the five-star rating, I’d rather want to discover it on my own. Sometimes, you’ll be surprised, you actually love the story of one which others say is not worth that much.

And I love this quote from Roald Dahl: “So please, oh PLEASE, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install, A lovely bookshelf on the wall.”

This is a quiet Sunday for us. Josef and I attended an anticipated mass at our Parish here in Midtown last night. It was my second time to visit the place since Nissa and I went there for their  wedding bann announcement  three months before she got married  six years ago.  Wow, the church is lovely. We usually attend mass at the town proper every  Sunday but we have to do the marketing early this morning.   Nate is still attending weekly workshop every Saturday  but this week it was moved to Sunday. Meeting more friends in the process, kids close to his age.  Talked to him for a while  when they were there. It’s always nice to hear his voice saying “Hello Nonna”.

I found myself watching  a Hallmark movie on YouTube  the other night. Son encouraged me to discover those lovely films but I am not much of a film or  television watcher. I must say, the craving is seasonal well except when there are  Senate hearings. The antics of those clinging to the powers that be…the nerve. I won’t dwell on this, it is exhausting and stressful.

I hope your weekend was lovely 🙂

 

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Ah, the sun is smiling again after a few days of rain, thunderstorms every day and storms up north. Hopefully, this weather holds until the weekend.

I am suddenly reminded of these lines from the song Fifty Ninth Street Bridge by Simon and Garfunkel.

♫♪♫Slow down, you movin’ too fast
You gotta make the moment last♪♪♫

Make the moments last.
Easier said than done, I think.  Sometimes we are not too focused on  these moments, those little acts of kindness that make the heart sing, those lovely times stored in our memories, those moments of togetherness that make us smile and laugh.  Sometimes, we forget.
We live in a busy world, a frenzy of  everything and anything. We live in a world where silence is sometimes unappreciated. We go with the flow  but  the tide turns  in the opposite direction.  We are frantic not knowing how to reach our destination.  The travel is rough, the course is not smooth.
Slow down.
Take time to smell the flowers, we always say. Do we even have the time to appreciate them? Do we even have  the time to just be grateful  with everyday blessings?
Celebrate life. Dream. Believe.  Have Faith.

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It  pains me that August would end on a sad note.  Even if you have accepted that we  would all grow old and eventually will leave this world, it is always sad to learn of someone dear to you pass on.  I just received a message that one of my aunts (Mom’s oldest sister) died last night. She was 96.  She was bedridden for so long that it surely is a blessing for her to rest at last with the Lord.  I will always remember those days when she would bring their farm’s produce when I go home for vacation.  I will always remember those days when she would allow us (her nieces and nephews) to  get what we like in her small sari-sari store when we were kids.  The memories linger and I feel sad that she passed on. It is always sad and touching to hear and see a loved one die.

Tomorrow starts the BER months which most of us Filipinos always look forward to. No matter how hard life is, there is that inner thrill that Christmas would not be far behind.  It’s my favorite season of the year. Do I hear Christmas songs in the air? I have a friend who said that for her, every day is Christmas. Every day is something she looks forward to. Every day is a day of giving, not necessarily materials things but of time and yourself to others. Just listening to a friend, talking to your kids about anything under the sun, helping other people in your own simple way is a way of giving.

August has been a quiet month but with all those thunderstorms almost every day. Except for that time my high school friends surprised me with a visit, it was just the family and me together.  September is inching its way  and I hope it would be a lovely and productive month for us all.

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