Share Your World – 2016 Week 1

As a child, who was your favourite relative?
My Grandad “Tatay”on my mother’s side! He was a very intelligent man, always with a book on his hand. I remembered doing some crossword puzzles with him. And he always wrote the meanings of the words he didn’t know on the book with a pencil. I used to spend summer holidays with him and Granny “Nanay”. They called each other “Dear”, so sweet! Sadly, my Grandad died when I was 12 and I miss him so. Granny followed 6 months after him, perhaps from a broken heart.

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?
A coconut tree! I can give you shade from the sun, give you the coconut to eat and drink its water, too.

What would be your preference, awake before dawn or awake before noon?
Awake before dawn, I’m a morning person and usually very active in the morning. I wait for the sunrise and sometime during the day, have a nap (after lunch).

Would you like to sleep in a human size nest in a tree or be snuggled in a burrowed spot underground?
A human size nest in a tree, then I can be the queen of the jungle! I’m claustrophobic so I can’t be underground.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
“La Boheme” is tomorrow and we’re looking forward to see/hear it. Him Indoors and I are going to have an early dinner somewhere posh, then go to the opera. I’m wearing my new red dress!
Next week is back to normal routine for us, I don’t really mind. I had a wonderful Christmas holidays. Here’s wishing you all a fun and prosperous new year!

For: Share Your World

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My Holiday by Robert William Service

I love the cheery bustle
Of children round the house,
The tidy maids a-hustle,
The chatter of my spouse;
The laughter and the singing,
The joy on every face:
With frequent laughter ringing,
O, Home’s a happy place!

Aye, Home’s a bit of heaven;
I love it every day;
My line-up of eleven
Combine to make it gay;
Yet when in June they’re leaving
For Sandport by the sea,
By rights I should be grieving,
But gosh! I just fell free.

I’m left with parting kisses,
The guardian of the house;
The romp, it’s true, one misses,
I’m quiet as a mouse.
In carpet slippers stealing
From room to room alone
I get the strangest feeling
The place is all my own.

It seems to nestle near me,
It whispers in my ear;
My books and pictures cheer me,
Hearth never was so dear.
In peace profound I lap me,
I take no stock of time,
And from the dreams that hap me,
I make (like this) a rhyme.

Oh, I’m ashamed of saying
(And think it’s mean of me),
That when the kids are staying
At Sandspot on the sea,
And I evoke them clearly
Disporting in the spray,
I love them still more dearly
Because . . . they’re far away.

 

For: #BeWoW

10 Things of Thankful 132 (with or without feeling) #10Thankful

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Before the year ends, allow me to thank everyone who made me smile, cry, proud, love, like, and all other emotions this year. Thank you all!

Thank you Him Indoors for being here, no matter what. For growing some flowers for me, for cooking my favourite food, adobo and rice, for making me laugh with your witty jokes and for keeping me on my toes. Thanks for all the holidays we’ve been this year – India, Philippines, Sicily, Malta, UK, Singapore – the memories we share, the fights we’ve had on silly things, the make-up straight away and of course, for the love we give each other.

Thank you HRH the son for being who you are – our pride and joy! Thanks for finishing your Masters this year – Master in Psychology from a prestigious university. Thanks for being a good son, who skypes us every Sunday, who Whatsapp us with some photos of Dr. Who convention, of what you cooked for your Christmas dinner, etc. Thanks for introducing us your beautiful K who we dearly love, too. Thanks for setting up a new home with her and for letting us know about the wedding plans for next year. Really looking forward to it.

Thank you Mommy for being our Mom – still rocking at 78, still beautiful. Thanks for being healthy, well, at least, for being in control of your diabetes, for looking after yourself and for keeping yourself fit by walking everyday. Thanks for being there when I ring, for telling me your day to day activities, what you did, where you’ve been with your friends, for reading some books, keeping your mind active. Thanks for your European tour this year, we always have London! We love you.

Thank you sister and husband from Canada, for skyping once a week, for your news, for your sports commentating, for planning to come to HRH the son and his beautiful K’s wedding next year and for planning our trip to London afterwards.

Thank you big brother and family in the Philippines. Big brother is still on his ship going around the world as a Chief Engineer and the family living next to my Mom’s. Thanks for the video calls from time to time, thanks for updating us about your lives. Good luck.

Thank you little brother and family in the UK. Thanks for being our hosts when we were there. Thanks for cooking sisig, sushi, leche flan for father-in-law’s 80th birthday party. Thank you Princess Zoe for making us smile, and of course, the two boys (they’re men, now) for sharing your lives with us. All the best for your future.

Thank you friends for our coffee mornings, Japanese lunch, shopping spree till we drop, our chitchats about everyday lives, our walks from one village to the next, our phone calls. Thank you to all my online friends, too. Thanks for sharing us your lives with the posts you shared, for liking, commenting, etc.

Thank you blogging community. Thanks for making me happy, thanks for sharing me your posts, thanks for letting me read fiction, non fiction, musings, book reviews, beautiful photos, weird ones, flowers, fun photos, etc.

Thank you gym for making me fit, for being there when I want to exercise, cross-train, zumba, Latin dance, body balance, have tea and talk with some ladies there, too.

Thank you classical music, good movies, lots of books, concerts, musicals, plays, museums, parks, mountains, lakes, new and old places, sunny weather, the spring, autumn and our mild winter.

Happy New Year everyone!

 

For: 10 Things of Thankful 132

Tale Weaver # 45 – Christmas Flash Fiction

“It was Christmas morning and all through the house…..”

We hear the sound of children whispering excitedly… ”Has Father Christmas been?” “Has he eaten the minced pie we left for him and the carrot for the reindeer?” “ssshhh, we should still be in bed…”

A soft “Silent Night” was playing on the radio. Mum and Dad still in bed. One of the kids tiptoed to their room and went in the middle of the bed. Mum gave him a cuddle. And of course, the other kids followed, as well as Baxter the dog. They all stayed there, enjoying the morning cuddles and hugs, giggling and shifting about.

“Right,” said Dad. “Shall we all see what Father Christmas has left for us?” And the children all followed him going down the stairs.

Dad turned all the Christmas lights on, as well as the radio and the kettle. Mum woke up, too. The children saw their stockings full of lovely presents – socks, colouring books and pens, sweets, CDs, comics, games, etc. They also opened the other presents. Jack’s got a bike, scooter for Martin, Barbie doll for Sam, and books for Brigit. Baxter got a big bone to chew! Mum and Dad also got their presents. They kissed each other.

They all had their tea and some breakfast – sausage and bacon, cereals, eggs, fruit, bread and marmalade. At 10, they went to hear mass. Dad took them to the playground afterwards. Then Mum started cooking. Granny and Grandad were coming for dinner. The day ended well, all happy and contended. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day, too!

 

For: Tale Weaver # 45

Great Grandma

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(Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Ghazal for White Hen Pantry” by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry

In her palm a new born baby
Unmarked by sins and consonants
Great Grandma smiling with glee
She can see the family semblance

Outside the windows friends waving
In the pantry some flours were taken
The can see Great Grandma blooming
And Dad beams with pride with his apron

Baking brown bread but they got burnt
The children tried to help but were too late
Never mind everything can be relearnt
The main thing is they’re all feeling great

For: Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 and Whirligig 38 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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Pasko! – B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga

Greetings from Paloma!

For this week I’d like us to return to the Tanaga for our inspiration.

The tanaga is a Filipino poem passed down through oral tradition. It consists of four lines with seven syllables each; the traditional rhyme scheme is AABB but modern tanagas may follow AABB, ABBB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAB, BAAA, ABCD rhyme patterns.

Ang Pasko ay sumapit
Mano po Ninong at Ninang
Pagmamahal sa mundo
Magdiwang tayong lahat

Christmas has finally come
Bless godfather and godmother
Love is for the whole world
Let’s all celebrate Christmas

(c) ladyleemanila 2015

 

For: B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga

Christmas!

With the weather being so unseasonably warm, she was finding it harder than normal to get into the holiday spirit. At 17 degrees, it has been particularly warm at this time of the year. It was too warm to have a warm mulled wine while looking at Christmas decorations at the Christmas market. It was too warm to wear her new down winter coat, she was sweating like a pig! Not to mention her Ugg boots, they were far too warm. She just needs a light jacket and some trainers. She also doesn’t feel like going to Christmas parties at work and with some friends.

The truth was, she was feeling homesick. She wanted to be in the Philippines, where it’s really warm at this time of the year, around 25 degrees. She wanted to be with family and friends. She wanted to have started hearing dawn masses since the 16th of the month until Christmas Eve where they will hear a high Midnight Mass with all the choir and great music. She wanted to eat the Filipino delicacies “bibingka” and “puto bumbong” right after the mass, straight from the native oven and being sold just outside the churches. She wanted to hear the Christmas carols by the children in front of their house, with their made-up instruments of smashed tin cans held by wires. She wanted to decorate their house with all sorts of Christmas decorations and lights, fake Christmas trees (unlike the real trees from Germany), tinsel, paper chains, Christmas “parols” with flashing lights. Oh well, perhaps, next year, they can celebrate Christmas in the Philippines.

 

For: five minute friday :: choose your own word! and Write Now Prompt

Food, Garden and Zoe – Three Things Thursday

*three things that make me smile: an exercise in gratitude – feel free to steal this idea with wild abandon and fill your blog with the happy*

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sushi, spring rolls, chicken nuggets, pork sisig, pancit, rice and of course, birthday cake – to celebrate father-in-law’s 80th birthday

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a wet back garden in the UK

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Zoe cutting Lolo Fred’s cake

So, what made you smile this week? Any fun stuff happening at the schools in your life? Any pretty things that make the holidays more lovely for you? Have you had a chance to wear pajamas to a place that normally wouldn’t be considered “socially acceptable” for jammy time? Tell me about it! 🙂

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This is my Life

Daily Prompt – If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.

Thanks for the great idea, Tom!

Yes, why not? and I’d read it from cover to cover. I love reading books, all sorts of books. They always give me a sense of adventure and I’m sure I’ll enjoy reading about my life.

“Life is a journey, not a destination”
We’re always on our way until it’s done
I sing this quote with delight
For we all have to fight our plight
For my life is designed to shine
We can combine ways to outshine
When I was first new to this world
I uncurled, twirled and whirled
My parents were joyful for they knew
I’ll go a long way to grew and flew
That I will win, no matter what
Always following my heart and gut
They gave me this secured shelter
My questions they always answer
Of course, love and compassion
Were always there as well as fun
They dedicated their lives on me
As I go in my life journey spree
And I in turn, dedicated mine to them
And from my heart and soul, this poem

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I was born as the eldest daughter in a family
I looked after my siblings and they were three
My Mum taught me how to market
How to feed the family within a budget
That’s probably how I get the love of shopping spree

As a student I was diligent and ambitious
With fellow students sometimes we’re boisterous
With dedication, I’ve got my degree
Moved to Europe, I want to be free
Got some Masters on Linguistics and Business

Chemistry in motion, met Him Indoors in a lab
Action and reaction, fell in love and reached our sky lab
Being a wife was fun, I thought
Even though sometimes we fought
It’s quite exciting, who says being married was such a drab?

After seven years, HRH the son was born, I’m Mum at last
I nurture him, looked after him and didn’t mind being typecast
Eighteen years later, he left the nest
To university to find his own quest
His first day of school, karate, piano lessons and time flew so fast

I love being a Business English trainer to some companies
To sales people, human resources and some became my buddies
As a freelancer I can say yes or no to a contract
I don’t have a boss and I can’t be sacked
I can still have my free time, hobbies and meet my friends with ease

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One more day to illuminate
Me on the priorities of life
I don’t want to be a dead weight
And I don’t want any strife

One more day to storm
The challenges and hindrances
I’m sure I could still perform
What’s all this fuzz?

One more day to pool
Resources for the common good
I don’t want to be cruel
With the frosty weather I withstood

One more day to create
Significant impact on you
I need you, I tell it straight
Before I say adieu

One more day to haunt
Me with the scenes of our lives
I have no wealth to flaunt
We’ll see each in our afterlives

One more day to need
One last kiss before I’m lifeless
My very last good deed
Before I spin the axis

One more day to pay
The price of my sins
There must be some way
To play the violins

For: This Is Your Life

A Perfect Gift

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She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.

Her mother will be 80 soon. And that’s a great achievement, to be able to reach 80 and she’s still cool, i.e. still here, still going to the gym, still looking after herself by not going out without a make-up on, still reading all the romance novels. But what’s a perfect gift for a lady she so admired? The lady who gave everything to her and her siblings? The lady who despite the fact that she was hurt, carried on and looked after her children?

There’s not a lot in the world that would be a perfect gift for her mother. She search and search, asking her siblings, asking her relatives and friends, even asking her mother. Of course, the mother just smiles and tells her – just you and your siblings, just you and the family. Right, all resolve then, they’ll all be there to celebrate her 80th birthday. Her sister from Canada, her brother from the UK, another brother on his ship and she’s in Germany. They’re all going to the Philippines to be with her on her special day. Looking forward to celebrating her birthday.

For: Write Now Prompt for December 1, 2015

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