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You’d think it is a review of the movie, right? Wrong. I just borrowed the title.

I saw this picture of a little girl walking with her old grandma and I suddenly thought of my grandparents. I grew up not knowing nor even seeing my paternal grandmother. She died when her youngest son was born (the seventh child- six brothers and a sister). What was sad about it my uncle Domie who is now around eighty-two years old was born with speech defect. He is the only one we call uncle and the rest of them we call Tatay. Tatay means father in the vernacular. I don’t know what happened, uncle Domie never attended school but he knows how to count, he knows the faces of our local money. His nieces including me are all called Bea (pronounced as Be)by him.

Most of my Dad’s brothers and only sister told me that I was a look-alike of my paternal grandmother, my height, the way I walk, the way I speak and the way I carry myself among relatives and friends. I wished I have known her.My older brother and I together with three cousins grew up under the care of my maternal grandmother. Mom was always with Dad when he was working here in Metro Manila until my eldest brother and I reached high school and we were all transferred here. My youngest brother spent his grade school years in a nearby public school when we lived in Quezon City. The four of us spent our high school years at the University of Santo Tomas, two of us graduated there in college.

Speaking of my baing (vernacular for grandma), she was quite strict with us but we grew up knowing how to pray the rosary every six o-clock in the evening. There was even a part there spoken in Latin but I already forgot all about it. I wrote in one earlier post here that I learned weaving mats through her. I learned a lot about life during the Second World War through her stories. That probably influenced me why I like reading about anything historical now.

Funny how sometimes, just a mere picture would trigger memories. Sometimes, you long for those days of old. You smile at the thought and you reminisce.

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This photo popped up on  Facebook’s Memories  this morning and I am reminded  of the time I took shot of it more than nine years ago when I was just starting taking macro shots with my camera.

This picture is actually green moss clinging to our perimeter wall behind the house and that mountain-like structure you see is our concrete fence. I’ve always love experimenting on water droplets, capturing those tiny jewels on cam before they reach the ground. A minute here, a few seconds there. It’s divine!

One of my friends who is a professional photographer said he liked the composition because it was beyond ordinary and those water droplets turned out like tiny flowers. It just happened. I remember blogging about this when likes and comments at WordPress were not yet that so common.

It’s one of my favorite shots. When one is lucky enough to find a nice subject 🙂

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If you’re on Facebook,  you’re probably familiar with their Memories app where you get to see  every day some of your posts and shoutouts from previous years. I love reminiscing about those somehow forgotten moments until they stare at you in the face….then you remember.

I can’t recall if  I wrote this previously here back in October 2015 or if  I wrote it originally at Facebook.  Anyway, I am sharing it here (maybe for the second time around). Senior moments and can’t really recall when I wrote it exactly. I told you, out of the thousands of posts I’ve written, I can no longer remember the others.  There was a time when I used to write all  the titles of my posts in my journal  but when I reached around 600, I got tired of it ands never came back to update it. By the way, I just changed the opening line from six years to ten years.

TEN YEARS. A long time to share one’s thoughts in cyberspace. I never thought that I will last this long in the blogging world. It gets more addicting when you find new friends who really and sincerely admire your posts and read everything down to the misplaced comma or misspelled word. Maybe if I would collate all these from the first few lines I wrote when I started, I’ll have a thick book by now. Scattered thoughts, broken dreams, unfulfilled promises, disappointments, happy and delirious moments that I just have to write about because seeing them in print (even just in this platform) is the only way I know how. Somehow when you feel so alone in a crowd, you turn to something that would make your world a little brighter even just for a few moments.

The good thing about writing your thoughts (but not necessarily sharing them to the world) is that you learn to cope with the dark days and see the promise of a new day. The sun always rises even if there is a storm but you don’t always see it. You look back and sometimes you wonder, did you really think that it would make a big difference to the world or make a dent in yours? I must admit, there is that kind of self-fulfillment when you write no matter how mundane or unimaginative your thoughts are.

 

 

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It was one of those things that you sometimes enjoy while browsing at Facebook. There is this site called en.nametest.com  which somehow has become a favorite of  some of my friends at Facebook. I tried it but instead of posting the result at Facebook, I copied the pictures. It asked something like “what are your outstanding moments?” The result was based on the Facebook photos of course. It’s kind of weird sometimes that you get to see photos aside from where they were published.

And  it  includes  my solo pic at Caleruega, Nate’s grad pic in Nursery. Pope Francis pic during his visit to UST,  Nissa and me at a wedding of my niece, my first ID picture when I reached 60 and had it in readiness for other issued IDs.  This is only the second time I tried this site. My Facebook wall is for friends only but one can’t really avoid seeing those pics in other sites or on Google. Once you post something in cyberspace, it becomes public.

I tried checking my name through Google and most of those photos that I posted  here at WordPress are also there.  When you are using social media, expect something like this. It is the downside of this technology called the internet. One thing I like though is I don’t need  to have our photos printed, I just copy them to my hard drive and may be print some when needed.

(Oops, by the way the Tagalog word “daw”  in the title simply means “it is said” or something to that effect).

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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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Gosh, I lost another friend.

This is a sad day. Early this morning I learned of the devastating news that another friend is gone. I met her online through Multiply seven years ago. It was one of those online meetings through common friends. She wrote poetry and migrated to the US more than three years ago. In between exchanging news and comments later at Facebook, we finally met personally together with her two grandchildren. It was a lovely  meeting, talking about  family, friends, social media and books.  Met her again when she was completing her requirements for an interview at the US Embassy about six or five years ago. I gave her a rosary and she gave me a set of Hallmark stationery and several gardening mags.  She found out she had cancer  when she was already in the US.

Time is a thief.

I thought she was doing okay already but she died last night. We planned of meeting again  when she comes home but death claimed her. She published a book of poems and she said she will give me a copy. So sad really that I won’t be able to see her again. She lives on through her words. She had a WordPress blog but never updated it after a few entries.

Rest in peace Ding. Keeping you in my prayers.

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Aching arms.

Blistered fingers.

Would you believe? I gardened for three hours straight this afternoon but I am finally done with trimming the carabao grass, close to the roots because sudden rains make them grow like crazy. My son joined me an hour later and took charge of re-shaping and  trimming our other plants. The Arius tree is now a perfect cone-shaped. We usually decorate it with lights during the Christmas season.  Watch your calendar, it’s sixty-three more days to go before Christmas.

Our two pets Mimi (the kitty) and Noki (the dog) are happy when we stay in the garden for a while.  I laughed when Mimi turned her face and looked at me while trimming the grass and with each snip of the garden scissors in my hands, she bobbed her head, that was crazy dancing I expect 🙂  If she could speak aside from the “meow, meow” we always get to hear when she’s hungry, maybe she would say “dance with me, let’s go crazy”.   Noki is happiest when he could run around, bark at the passersby and makes himself cozy between our Fukien tea plants.

I always bring my small radio outside when I garden. Don’t you think it is nice to listen to familiar songs and music of your younger years? There was this program aptly called Saturday Memories, an eclectic mix of 60’s, 70’s and 80’s music interspersed with OPM. OPM is an acronym for Original Pilipino Music.  Filipino singers are a talented lot. They are internationally recognized  in the music world.

I sang  along with some of the songs that I knew of old. Perfect day to garden, perfect day to enjoy music.  There was a portion of the program where they played inspirational songs and for a while there I stopped and listened. Footprints In The Sand narrated with a background music…how lovely. It’s one of those messages that make me cry, emotionally charged with  a good feeling that God will always be there no matter.  Then the inspirational poem Desiderata followed.  Until now, when I feel down, the words of  Max Ehrmann inspire me.

“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story….”

I think most kids of the late 60’s and 70’s are familiar with these lines. As if those were not enough, they played  You Raise Me Up.  Goose bumps to the max. I suddenly remembered Dad. They played this song at Daddy’s funeral almost nine years ago.  It is a song of faith and belief in God.  And every time I hear Josh Groban sing this, it makes me want to cry.  And Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli’s version of The Prayer is the highlight of the afternoon. It was here that I cried.

♪♫♫I pray you’ll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don’t know

Let this be our prayer
As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your Grace
To a place where we’ll be safe….♫♪♫

It’s indeed a Saturday of memories.  What song made an impact in your life?

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