May 6, 2012 was the date for the Supermoon. I admit that I am a lunatic. I love the moon especially at its brightest. It would be an added bonus if there would be stars in the night skies. I think psychologically singing ” twinkle, twinkle little stars” since toddler gave a boost in having strong feelings for the stars and the moon. It never wavered despite the darker stories (werewolves, witches and other evil connections) associated with full moon. When I heard about the news regarding Supermoon I was so excited. I already prepared my and nephew’s binoculars. To my dismay, it rained the whole evening from 6pm to bedtime. Good thing before turning off my laptop, I noticed my sister’s status update in facebook and it was about Mr. Full moon. That time I realized the rain had stopped and quickly went out of the house to check if the clouds cleared and it did. It shined so bright and it is noticeably bigger than the usual full moon. I can almost see the craters. I took photos using my phone. It did not capture the entirety of the moment but it will do for me. It made me smile until I fell asleep.
One sunny day, I was trying to capture the blue skies and clouds. I came to chance to get this shot. I was amazed by the slender papaya tree that grew so tall and used the roof so it would not fall. If you look at it closely, it bear a lot of fruits. I am thankful for the papaya since it gave us free fruits for our daily diet. My mother would also cook different dishes using the unripe papaya fruit. When it got this high, my father needed to go to the roof so he could pick the papaya. After a few days of getting this shot, there was a heavy rain and the next morning found out that the slender papaya tree can no longer bend its back and gave in to the wind and rain. I am just glad that I will always remember this papaya tree because of this photo.
This bridge is memorable because me and my family (parents and nephew) celebrated my birthday in this new resort where the bridge was located. I love hanging bridges and with this one I wanted to go to the other side as fast as I can. Following me is my father and nephew clasping his hands. My mother was not so eager though and she was left behind. But because of our constant cheering to meet us at our end, she mustered enough courage and slowly was able to crossed the bridge. I’m proud of you MOM!
If someone asked me what is my favorite motto, one of my answers will be: Time is gold. I was raised by my parents to be conscious of time. Whenever we go to church, dad will always remind us to be in church before the mass starts. That was quite a difficult task since we are all girls except for him. We know it takes a little longer for girls to have their Sunday best dress. This routine became harder when we got older since the girls became ladies and ,thus, tend to take a lot longer to be ready. But out of three daughters, I always am the first one to be ready and help dad with getting the car out of the garage and the walking reminder to mom and two sisters that it is time to go or else we will not be able to hear the homily. Our meal time is also clock work. We eat breakfast 6am, lunch 12 noon and dinner 7pm. That’s how it was.
I was never late in school since mom always have an allowance for travel time and unexpected events like heavy traffic, waiting time for vehicles and etc. When it was time for me to be independent and go to school on my own I got the habit of being on time or before time. Being early or on time is a good habit. That is why there is a saying: The early bird catches the worm. The habit helped me in the corporate life since I am able to managed my time efficiently.
There is just a little downside when it comes to meeting with friends. Most of my friends have the habit of being on time.That is an hour after the scheduled time. I have different groups of friends but it is the same story. I always am the first one to be in the venue and wait for them at least 15 minutes. I mean fifteen minutes is okay with me but an hour or more. Must be the heavy traffic, got caught up somewhere and the excuses goes on and on. I tried to be late a lot of times already when meeting my friends but still I do not know how I came to be first or second to arrive at the venue. I guess, I should be thankful that I arrive safely and on time to our venue.
Being earlier on time than most people, I learned to be more patient – Patience is a virtue and creative – doodle in my notepad or list down ideas, thank God and the techie people for apps. Even if I am in waiting time, it is not idle time. No time wasted there. 🙂
The Little Prince went to look at the roses again.
“You’re not at all like my rose. You’re nothing at all yet,” he told them. “No one has tamed you and you haven’t tamed anyone. You’re the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I’ve made him my friend, and now he’s the only fox in all the world.”
And the roses were humbled.
You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or…
While I was cleaning up my room to free up some space I realized I had a lot of magazines stack up occupying a whole corner of the room. I do not want it to go to waste so I look for ways to make it useful. One of the project I did was a magazine bag. I never thought I would be able to finish it since my nephew is snooping around and playing with the rest of the materials. Well, I did try to make one and it looks good. Don’t ask how strong it is though. It can only held up light things.