First Gift I Received

It's not Christmas yet, but my mom already have a gift for me. Thank you mama, love it. Love you and Merry Christmas to you.

Happy Holidays in advance, everyone!

The Mockery of Politics

A knock caught my attention, but it was my son who opened the gate. Someone asked if we would like to sign our name so we could receive a Christmas gift. The first thing in mind was that it was a project of our local municipality for the elders. And as my mom just came out from an operation, I told my son to decline.. 

Not long after that a deafening sound afloat, or at least that was how it came in my ear drums. After which a politician introduced himself. In the middle of the street, this fellow reminded everyone of the upcoming election here in the Philippines (first quarter of 2015). There is a Christmas gift waiting for those who will stand in line and wait until this person stops talking.

I do not know if these people realize that the gift that they will receive were bought from the taxes they paid. I find it surprising that these people believed that a politician will release a fund from his own personal pocket to give a gift to one voter, much less for the whole baranggay. The irony of this is that the supposed gift has the name of the politician on it. Much so that the gifts  cannot even be used and will be put on display. How ironic is that? 

Just image this, a part of my hard earned money will fall to the hands of  A, A will then buy gift from the money deducted from workers like me, this gift has their name on it, give it to workers like me and tell me, "Vote for me!" Are they kidding me?  Are they kidding us? Or are we too naive that for centuries, we allow our politicians to make a mockery of us.

Maybe we could ponder on small things like this one for us to understand the kind of people we are going to vote. Because however I criticize our politicians, change should come from all of us, from each of us, not just them. 

Have a good evening everyone. 




Disclaimer: the picture came from Google image. 

Health Is Wealth

A good evening to the world. 

Thursday and the last day of my day off. It is nice to have written something in my blog. I told myself it would be nice to write regularly. Not to mention the connection to the world that I am getting. I am not much of a social person, you see! I am not really a lone wolf, but I do not talk much. It is in only in writing that I could gather lots of words to say. And it is nice to have been connected to the world this way.

These months have been a challenge. My mother has a cyst, a kidney stone and a stone on her ball bladder. The doctors are still working on her cyst and kidney stone, but the stone in her gall bladder, she will be needing an operation. I believe we will be able to pull it through, but just like in the past, it is one of those challenging moments in our life. 

Health is wealth and with this, I wish a healthy life for you and thank you for reading my post this evening. Have a good evening every one!




Disclaimer: The picture is from yahoo image search for health is wealth. 

A Panic Night

1:00 am and on my way home from work. When I aligned to the tricycle,  I noticed three men hugging each other. One of the three men were almost naked. That strikes as unusual, don't you think so?

But then, that was their business and it was 1:00 a.m. I should know better than to pick trouble by staring at the three men. And so I walked passed them not even looking at them anymore. As I walked near their location, i heard their conversation. That's when I realized, they were three heavily drunk men. I was not sure if they even know what they were saying or what they were doing. Nonetheless, I walked passed them and walked straight ahead. In the corner of my eye, I saw the almost naked man left the two. As i turned my back I knew the remaining two men where behind me. As I walked, they walked behind me. I swiftly shifted my pacing from normal to faster,  so did they. 

As they walked faster, almost reaching me, I moved as if I was going to run. My hands were already inside my bag. I was looking for my pepper spray. I remembered what my son told me, always have your protection ready. Foolish that i was, i became complaisant. 

And so as I felt the two almost catching up on me, my heart were pounding and my panic grew even more. I was rummaging through my things while on an almost running state. I can not find my pepper spray. Why is it that when we are on a panic mode, we can not find the things we need to find?

A few minutes of being unable to grasp the air, or my breath for that matter, when I realized that one man is already behind me. The impulse to look behind was stronger than to run. That was when I saw that the two drunk men were already gone. It is a younger lad now also earnest to go home. Hayyss.

Was that a close call? I do not know. I am sure of one thing though...Shirleeyyy...one golden rule..Do not panic! Never never panic...and i did. 

I allowed my self to have that long sign of relief..and laughed at myself after that. 


Have a safe day, every one

My Moms' Little Garden

See the flowers of cactus, from my moms' little garden.... lovely, isn't it?

Happy Birthday To Me

It is my birthday today...i treated my self with JCo doughnut....

with no idea that I am facing a birthday surprise from my mom and my only son :-)

and my family  sang a song...of Happy Birthday to me!!!

Poems That Interprets My Soul

 

This is from the garden of my mother

 I wrote two new poems for you, my reader and my friend.

I moaned through the piercing stabbing pain
I felt a sharp blade penetrated  through me...
I felt the tears flowing so willingly..
And as my eyes were blinded by the stung of misery..
   I know i had to hold on to my sanity


 Words and phrases that interprets my soul


  A feeling so great it surpassed time and space
  A fleeting ecstasy it shoots to the 7th heaven..
  A pain so deep it dragged through the pit of hell
   Ah! Alas, Love and only Love can do that to thee