Monday, October 31, 2011

Crime of Passion

My memories of my life's itineraries and special people who know me hang by a golden thread.
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The ritual of remembering is an act that transports you to crystals of time, tablet of events, faces and situations.  It is a special grace to have that chunk of a moment to see your life unfold before you- one's past and present and the anticipation of what will be.

The act of bringing out my Christmas tree is the beginning of such ritual.  The dust that  accumulated for 11 months is an actual recording of the passage of time.  So, I begin by cleaning the old tree and making it glow like new, the way things are when starting over, when making a fresh beginning.

Something magical happens the moment my tree is up, standing tall in a corner where it will keep vigil, day in, day out, until that special day.  The breeze would change and from where it stands, I hear bells and laughter.  My childhood unfolds!  And I am but a child once again.

Some trimmings are a decorative reminder from people I love and loved- friends who stayed and left, from my daughter and daughter-in-law, from my students and people I have encountered in my work or "hobby".

There are baubles or trinkets that are special reminders of places I have visited, gewgaws and tchotchkes from store sales and handcrafted Christmas fripperies I bought at discounted price, a few pieces each each year from an artist-friend.  I used to have scribblings and art projects of my children when they were young.  Ana will be 33 soon, Juaqui is 31 and Vitty, 30,  I have just but memories of these charming and innocent  doodads in my heart.  They, like all organic materials have dissipated and converted to dust.  Very precious to me are ornaments that remind me of my scrimping days, when my children's tuition was a high priority.

My latest collection comes from London!  A beautiful box of crystal balls lovingly brought home by  Kay- my niece,  and whose Dad I am missing every Christmas.  It is a box full of love. Precious, precious love.  "My cup runneth over."

Of course,  I visited my favorite Christmas store last weekend.  I bought the most expensive, fancy-looking stems made of glitters and PLASTIC.  Guilty to the first and second degree.  But as I have always justified (when my Daddy found  out that I spent on ten peso trimmings!)-  "it is my Christmas gift to myself!"  Hohohohoho!!

This year, I spent a thousand for this gift to dear me,  Daddy!  Oh, I miss you and your commentaries!

If this is a crime, I am willing to undergo a 3-day house arrest from October 31-November 2.  If this is a sin,  I will sacrifice not eating chocolates yesterday for atonementFor additional penance,  I also gathered some wild twigs of "IS-Is" leaves with red berries and some wild, red "achuete".  They are now integrated in my tree.

Crime of passion, I plead... GUILTily willing to commit the same crime next year!




Saturday, October 29, 2011

Eat Fish

Eat fish.  Eat greens.  Take a good multivitamin, omega 3 and calcium.
That's all you need.  Drink water.  Avoid sugar ESPECIALLY  corn syrup. Don't fry in corn oil.  NEVER...

exercise.  W.....a....l....k................................. . .  .   .    .
meditate.  breathe.
wish and pray for good.  always.

do not believe me.






Sunday, October 9, 2011

Apple




I have owned and used Apple almost ever since I was introduced by force of circumstances to learn to use a computer.  My first and only PC conked out on me in a matter of few months- it made all the excuses to not operate and cooperate, hahahahaha!!!

I have had a desktop blueberry Mac, a blueberry laptop, a more serious granite powerbook, a MacBook, and iphones from the first edition to what i use right now, in a span of 2 decades.

Why??

Computers scared me and I saw a very friendly countenance with the playful blueberry desktop.  I basically learned how to use the computer on my own, the only reason why I broke my first and only PC as I have said, in a matter of months.  That blueberry mac started my love story with Mac.  

And I did not bother to know Jobs behind the job...  until now.

I like his story.  I like his work.  I know he'd like me too.  Love at first sight.



Ipad for Christmas? how about birthday?  wishlist...