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Yes, we always say “that Facebook”as if it has no relevance in our lives.

My Facebook account is as old as my blog if not older by a few months. I used to blog before at Friendster  then at  Multiply. Those two eventually  closed.  I had good friends at my Multiply site  and we used to have healthy exchanges  of ideas. A simple blog would garner  so many likes and comments even if I only had more than a hundred friends there.

Here comes Facebook. Occasionally, I link my blog post at Facebook. It is quite easy to get in touch with your friends and long -lost relatives at the site.  You can even befriend those people you have lost touch with a couple of decades ago. One thing though that I don’t like about it is that, it has become a smorgasbord of news and updates  that sometimes are not relevant at all. Just for the sake of having something you could make as shout out  or  maybe just to update your site. There are now plenty of social media used in the internet but I only have three – Facebook, Twitter and of course WordPress.

Lately since the start of the  presidential campaign last year, Facebook has become the source of ugly insults, maligning each of the candidates so to speak.  Until now trolls are active in  posting things that destroys the credibility of the elected officials of the land. It’s ugly and  most of those posts have become viral. It is so easy to destroy a political enemy though  this medium.

One good thing is you get to see the birthdays of each and every one of your friends. Never mind that you are reminded of those dates daily and sometimes you are obliged to greet them even if you are not so sincere to do so. Haha, they must  think that you know all their birthdays. You also get to see their updates. You are even updated with a newly acquired cat or a new born puppy. You get to see all their pictures  from the youngest member of the family to the oldest. Never mind if the pictures sometimes are so blurred that they use those apps on Facebook to make them clear and flawless. And you are a part of each birthday celebration that they have and every traveled places that they go to. Nice you say?  Sometimes it is annoying. Unless of course someone is a true and a close friend of yours that you don’t need to be reminded of his/her special day.

Ah, Facebook where are we going?

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Back when I was in high school, I used to watch mom and dad assist my lola (grandmother) cook during fiesta in our place in Quezon City.  They would  prepare dishes and various menus all night long for  tomorrows’ lunch. My lola  usually had our town mates in our province as guests and sometimes some or one or two of my father’s office mates would visit us too  My lola was not my grandmother by birth but she acted as sponsor during my parents’ wedding. We used to live in their place  in a small dwelling at the compound.  Back then I was in awe of her. the way she prepared all those dishes without looking into any cookbook but through experience, doing the preparation and cooking all those years. I also wanted to be a cook too, the word chef was unheard of then.  I would watch them prepare elaborate Spanish and Filipino food.  My father was a good cook too. He taught me how to prepare easy dishes for dinner when he would bring home something from the wet market after office work. It was a case of “do your own thing”while he watched and instructed what to do. I learned somehow through all those afternoons spent in front of the stove.

During summer break when my oldest brother and I were in grade school in the province, Mom would prepare us to join Dad in Quezon City to spend our summer there. We would bring  cut wood to use for cooking. I do remember, our stove was a three-piece ensemble fueled by firewood.  It was only when we were in high school when we used gas stove.  We used to ride on a Pantranco bus to bring us to Manila. My  brother and I would usually count log posts along the way. There were no skyways and expressways  back then.  I also remember that we had black and white TV, a small one where we used to watch news.  My father and one of our neighbors would spend the rest of the night playing guitar and ukulele. Those were the times that  I still remember vividly until now, the guitar-playing days of my dad. None of us his four kids got into any musical instrument except my oldest brother who learned to play a guitar when he was in high school.  Although I used to buy music magazines out of my high school allowance with guitar chords to boot, I never learned how.

Remembering the days of old which bring that certain smile.

 

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Lately, I saw this father and daughter singing together on Metaspoon.  The guy played the guitar  as they sang together. The daughter  is probably  about  four or five years old. It is lovely to see them together.

Those aha  moments when you smile and you laugh just because you are happy. Last Saturday, I was surprised when I saw Nissa and Nate at the gate. They took  a commute  from their place to ours just to see me. My son-in-law was left at home early that morning.  They took  their breakfast with us. I inquired if Nissa brought milk for Nate. She said she didn’t because Nate eats a lot during meals so he does not need to drink milk.

We played blocks and touching ball, priceless few hours of being together, with not a care in the world except to laugh , be merry and play. You put yourself  being a child of four, carefree and happy. Picture-taking goes in the back seat  with no attempt to bring your camera out. Or maybe simply, you forget. The things we do to make the moments  something to remember, something to think about when they are gone.

I am reading a beautiful book. It is actually a contemporary  love story. my third book  of love stories since I began my 2017 reading challenge. It’s quite a nice change from the memoirs and historical books I am fond of reading.  The plot may sometimes be exaggerated or overrated but it goes well with the overall appeal of the book.  I am looking forward though to finishing Mary Oliver’s Upstream and Lang Leav’s  Memories. The first one is a selection of essays by Mary Oliver while Memories is composed of poems by Lang Leav. I am reading them  both in installment. a way to prolong the lovely prose and  superb style of writing. Sometimes you wish you could write like they do – wishful thinking if I may say.

Those aha moments. Those moments when you are just enjoying everything. Those moments that are deeply felt  in  the heart. Those unforgettable moments. You want to make them last  forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s been a while and it’s nice to be back. Let me see, it’s been a week  since my  last post here.  I got sick for a while. I underwent a series of laboratory  tests which my doctor has yet to see by Tuesday. I had numbness in my extremities. found it hard to walk straight  and I had a gargantuan headache since last Saturday afternoon.  I think it is due to high bp. I am still on the mend but hopefully, it goes back to normal in a few days.  That’s what one gets sometimes for having a sedentary life. Enough if this though.

Not blogging for a week was long enough for me and not reading for a few days is quite insane. I am trying to catch up though it is quite hard to read back  posts done in a week. I didn’t want to tax my eyes longer than I  need to.  I could not even handle a proper grip on the keyboard. It’s hard to type without touching the wrong key.

Gardening has to take a back seat for a while. I started trimming the carabao grass last week until last Saturday morning.  Have yet to finish it soon.

Please bear with me for a while. I have to get back to regular  blogging soon.l

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I had another play with an app on Facebook.  Sometimes, they hit the nail on the head, sometimes it is just a play with words. Are they just looking in to a few shout outs I made there?

Here’s what it says:

Not everyone knows the fights you have had to fight in life. Not everyone sees your scars  and the things that you had to go through. What they see is a smile on your face  and assumes all’s well  but only you know how much you are hurting still.

It’s  partly true. One has to be strong to face all those early trials in one’s life. One has to have faith in what comes next. One has to believe.  Standing strong. Standing still.  These are words that  always stand out when I think of the past. These are words that make me hope  to be better, to dream more and just feel glad I am  alive.

The smile would always be there. I believe in greeting each morning with a big smile on my face. I believe  that everything would be okay the moment I wake up. I just believe. One could be sensitive and sentimental enough to reminisce a little of what has been, the good times would always be memories to cherish,   but sometimes one should be  bold enough to accept the truth that things happen (maybe for a reason), that they  are not  a part of one’s dream.  We should not be afraid to  see what is at the bend in  the road,  there is probably something more to discover  that  makes life more meaningful. When you have faced challenging circumstances in your life and you’re still standing, I call that courage. When you believe that eventually things fall into place, I call that faith.

I love this quote from Helen Keller: “Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into light.”  

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The wonder of seeing  a familiar writing

the beauty of the  “How are you?”

the lovely words caught  in the frame

breathtaking, inspirational, full of hope.

It reminds you of the happier days,

moments of togetherness

moments treasured

captured in a few words.

 

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Whatever else be lost among the years, let us keep Christmas still a shining thing; Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, let us hold close one day, remembering It’s poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again.-grace noll crowell

Remembering this lovely message about Christmas. It’s that time of year again when we get so busy with preparations. There is a much-awaited guest, a little child born in Bethlehem.

The celebration of  Christmas may not be that always  happy for everyone. There are people who spend their  Christmas on the street on a cold winter night. There are people who make use of  cardboard boxes  in some corner for their beds. There are people who never know the twinkle of the tinsel on the  Christmas tree or the bright lights that adorn it. Christmas is just another day  or night of begging on the streets. Not all of us are lucky to  open gifts, prepare a lot of food on the table, exchange warm hugs  or listen to Christmas carols.  The joy that Christmas brings is non-existent in their lives.

What is happiness? People say happiness depends on our outlook in life, the way we experience things and the way we react to them. It is not so much  of the material things in our life but more on peace of mind, contentment, purity of heart, a positive attitude towards life,  a sense of well-being,  or a roof over one’s head and food on the table.

Happiness could be found in the simplest of things in our lives. A smile makes us happy,  more so when it comes from  strangers we meet on the streets. A  simple hello would put a smile on one’s face and is usually answered with another hello.

No matter what the circumstances, remember always to be happy. Celebrating Christmas is one reason to put a smile on your face.

 

 

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