The cold season is here once more. I just had my first among many walks with the flurries. It was freaking cold. And to think it's only mid-October.
I can't begin imagine how cold it will be when the winter season officially begins.
Note to self: Take advantage of the free flu shot as soon as it becomes available.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Being Thankful
Last Monday, I celebrated my first thanksgiving with my Canada. No turkey in sight though. Instead, pancit palabok and blueberry cheesecake filled my tummy. At siyempre, hindi sa bahay. As usual, nangapit-bahay na naman ako. :)
Anyway, in tradition with the "thanksgiving" tradition, here the top 5 things I'm thankful for:
1. Life - di naman masyadong obvious di ba?
2. Family - immediate and the not-so immediate
3. Friends - you know who you are, stand up and take a bow.
4. Technology - tv, internet, and cellphones particularly. I can't imagine what I would be right now without them.
5. My comfort foods - chocolate, soda, pasta, salads and pizza. When technology fails, sila ang pumupuno. Hehehe.
Belated Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
On Sappy Love Stories and Fairy Tale Romances
Sappy love stories.
Fairy tale romances.
They're keeping me up this weekend. Had three already: What A Girl Wants, Boys and Girls and The President's Daughter (something like that, basta starring Katie Holmes-Cruise).
Different stories, all of which have one outcome: a happy one.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them. It's just that they're fiction. It's much more complicated in real life.
That's just me (and my bitterness, or was it cynicism?) talking.
Awww... shoot.
This weekend sucks.
Note to self: Avoid turning on the t.v. on weekends.
Fairy tale romances.
They're keeping me up this weekend. Had three already: What A Girl Wants, Boys and Girls and The President's Daughter (something like that, basta starring Katie Holmes-Cruise).
Different stories, all of which have one outcome: a happy one.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them. It's just that they're fiction. It's much more complicated in real life.
That's just me (and my bitterness, or was it cynicism?) talking.
Awww... shoot.
This weekend sucks.
Note to self: Avoid turning on the t.v. on weekends.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
My Essay About Aging
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
I remember reading this somewhere in my lifetime. I am now 75 years old. Today is my birthday. Later this afternoon, friends and family will come together here at my home to celebrate.
It was just like yesterday when I celebrated my 50th birthday. There were a lot of people that time. But now, only a handful will come. A lot has changed since then.
Change has been a part of me as time passed. I try to welcome it with as much enthusiasm as I have when I get a surprise gift from my husband, a smile or a hug coming from my kids and grandkids or a one-minute phone call from one of my friends. The past few years had been a struggle for me. As I approach the dawning of my days, I seem to feel weaker and weaker. In the earlier days, I could walk around for miles without my feet aching. Now, I control my every step with my trusty old cane. Texting used to be such a fun activity for me but now my eyes begin to water as I try to read the message in my cell. My hands tremble as I press each key as an attenpt to answer the text. I remember the time when I used to walk along the busy streets with my cell on my hand not bothering to look at the keys in typing a reply. My frustrations over my struggles in doing physical tasks are twice as worse when I strive to remember simple things like where I left my purse, what I ate for dinner the night before and what the date today is.
Despite these changes rapidly taking over me, my spirit never fades. I have always been a fighter; I don't back down to what life gives me. I wage battle against aging through exercise, both physically and mentally, and by eating a balanced diet. I had so much fun during my younger days that I sometimes failed to take care the thing that's most important: my body. And now, my partying days and sleepless nights have come back to haunt me.
But I have no regrets. Life has been very good to me. I ran after my dreams with fervent ardor, cried for every heartbreaking moment, celebrated endlessly the triumphant occasions and bounced back eagerly on every stumble, hurdle and blunder. I make most out of what I have right now and continually count my blessings.
They say that age is just a number and I agree. Outside, I may be an old little lady with thick glasses and a cane on her hand; but inside, a twenty-one year old girl is waiting to come out of her shell and explore the wonderful things at her sight.
Just as if it was yesterday.
I remember reading this somewhere in my lifetime. I am now 75 years old. Today is my birthday. Later this afternoon, friends and family will come together here at my home to celebrate.
It was just like yesterday when I celebrated my 50th birthday. There were a lot of people that time. But now, only a handful will come. A lot has changed since then.
Change has been a part of me as time passed. I try to welcome it with as much enthusiasm as I have when I get a surprise gift from my husband, a smile or a hug coming from my kids and grandkids or a one-minute phone call from one of my friends. The past few years had been a struggle for me. As I approach the dawning of my days, I seem to feel weaker and weaker. In the earlier days, I could walk around for miles without my feet aching. Now, I control my every step with my trusty old cane. Texting used to be such a fun activity for me but now my eyes begin to water as I try to read the message in my cell. My hands tremble as I press each key as an attenpt to answer the text. I remember the time when I used to walk along the busy streets with my cell on my hand not bothering to look at the keys in typing a reply. My frustrations over my struggles in doing physical tasks are twice as worse when I strive to remember simple things like where I left my purse, what I ate for dinner the night before and what the date today is.
Despite these changes rapidly taking over me, my spirit never fades. I have always been a fighter; I don't back down to what life gives me. I wage battle against aging through exercise, both physically and mentally, and by eating a balanced diet. I had so much fun during my younger days that I sometimes failed to take care the thing that's most important: my body. And now, my partying days and sleepless nights have come back to haunt me.
But I have no regrets. Life has been very good to me. I ran after my dreams with fervent ardor, cried for every heartbreaking moment, celebrated endlessly the triumphant occasions and bounced back eagerly on every stumble, hurdle and blunder. I make most out of what I have right now and continually count my blessings.
They say that age is just a number and I agree. Outside, I may be an old little lady with thick glasses and a cane on her hand; but inside, a twenty-one year old girl is waiting to come out of her shell and explore the wonderful things at her sight.
Just as if it was yesterday.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Nothing
My essay is due on Monday. I'm still not successful. I haven't written anything worthwhile.
I'm having a writer's block.
OMG.
And I don't even consider myself a writer. If my life depended on it, I'm dead.
I still have tomorrow. Hopefully when you're already pushed to the wall, something might come up.
It better.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Brrrrrr!!!!!!!
Yep...brrrrr!!!!!
It's getting cold again. Really cold!!!! This week alone the temperature ranges from 8-20 C. Imagine that, 8C! Some provinces are already near freezing. So maswerte pa pala ang Toronto.
Yeah right. Not when there's rain along with the wind. I am already wearing three layers of clothes on me. Ala pang sweater yun.
And they said this is nothing yet compared to winter season.
Good luck to me then.
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