Happy Christmas and a Glorious New Year!
Hubby, Sam and I had a very good Christmas with my in laws. As per usual I served roast turkey with all the trimmings. I am now preparing for a New Year's feast!
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Happy Christmas to all
Happy Christmas and a Glorious New Year!
Hubby, Sam and I had a very good Christmas with my in laws. As per usual I served roast turkey with all the trimmings. I am now preparing for a New Year's feast!
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Time flies
When I was a lot younger, I used to think I had all the time in the world. In fact I used to almost wish my life away by planning what I would be doing at certain times. Okay, so I remembered starting a countdown of 3650 days in 1980. Bloody good that did to me! However, I was and still am an avid planner. I plan my days, trips, activities, alternative scenarios and routine. I am the kind of person who likes to know when things are happening. Maybe it is a controlling habit of mine, my little comfort zone. For some this might cause undue stress, but others may view this trait intrinsic of a super organiser. I’d like to think I am viewed as the latter.
Of course life does not follow the prescribed plan, no matter how meticulous one prepares it. That’s when the ability to adapt to change kicks in. I do not only prepare a roadmap to where I want to go, I also think of possible setbacks and what I should do when they happen. I do not want to be in a position when I could get caught unawares. It happened to me once and I vowed never to be that complacent or stupid again.
The thing is, as one gets older time seem to run out quickly. Nowadays I still have a list of the things I’d like to do before I kick off this mortal coil. Let me see, there’s the trip in the Orient Express, visit Tibet or Nepal (but given my lung capacity I doubt it), see the seven wonders of the world, experience all the culinary delights of Europe and Asia, write a book, build a house in the Philippines and establish a charity organisation. I would also like to contribute in saving the environment, teach and revisit Philippine culture and history.
Notice that I haven’t mentioned financial security at all. That item might have been included in my earlier/younger list. Although I never really considered financial security as one of my lifetime “must do”, I think it is vital in pursuing other lofty ideals. I lead a reasonably quiet life, nothing ostentatious, ensuring that I do not overextend my purse. It also helps that I live in a country that discourages showing off. Eccentricity is welcomed but show offs are scorned.
Of course life does not follow the prescribed plan, no matter how meticulous one prepares it. That’s when the ability to adapt to change kicks in. I do not only prepare a roadmap to where I want to go, I also think of possible setbacks and what I should do when they happen. I do not want to be in a position when I could get caught unawares. It happened to me once and I vowed never to be that complacent or stupid again.
The thing is, as one gets older time seem to run out quickly. Nowadays I still have a list of the things I’d like to do before I kick off this mortal coil. Let me see, there’s the trip in the Orient Express, visit Tibet or Nepal (but given my lung capacity I doubt it), see the seven wonders of the world, experience all the culinary delights of Europe and Asia, write a book, build a house in the Philippines and establish a charity organisation. I would also like to contribute in saving the environment, teach and revisit Philippine culture and history.
Notice that I haven’t mentioned financial security at all. That item might have been included in my earlier/younger list. Although I never really considered financial security as one of my lifetime “must do”, I think it is vital in pursuing other lofty ideals. I lead a reasonably quiet life, nothing ostentatious, ensuring that I do not overextend my purse. It also helps that I live in a country that discourages showing off. Eccentricity is welcomed but show offs are scorned.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
1980
Graduation souvenir
22 April 1980 - University of the Philippines
This was the day I graduated from university. My degree? Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communications. Amazing, that's almost 25 years ago! I cannot believe how time just flew. I remembered feeling a deep sense of sadness after this. I didn't want to leave school. I was too scared to experience the real world. The years 1976-1980 were the best years of my life in the Philippines. I "discovered" myself and found my voice. I developed my own thoughts, not of my parents but mine alone.
I had every reason to fear the outside "adult" world. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. However, my education served me well. I managed to forge a career in journalism and later on communications. Those were great times in university. I forged lasting friendships.
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Glastonbury Tor
This photo was taken last August at Glastonbury in Somerset. Legend has it that King Arthur brought Guinevere's body to this little chapel situated on top of the Tor. It was a real hike to get there. I was with hubby, Sam and a very good friend from my University days. It was a brilliant day and we enjoyed it immensely. Sam was shattered afterwards. His little feet could only carry him so far. It took him two days to recover, just like me!
Monday, October 25, 2004
Health warning
I had asthma since I was two and because of that my childhood was a miserable time. I remembered praying so hard because I could feel an attack coming. I learned to bargain at an early age. I promised to be good, I even promised to be a nun if I do not get sick, but I got sick anyway. So much for holding on to blind faith.
Anyway, the advent of inhalers dramatically changed my life. I was eight when I was first introduced to inhalers. For me it was like magic. One moment you’re almost sure of dying and your body just couldn’t cope with the lack of oxygen and the next minute you could actually breathe.
I was constantly teased and taunted about my asthma and I felt so guilty about being sick all the time. How I managed to get grades good enough for me to enter the University of the Philippines was beyond me.
Asthma defined my character. It explains my cleanliness, need for control, dread of emotions and confrontations and probably my need to achieve. I’ve always wanted to prove my worth and not remembered as a sickly child.
I guess that’s the reason why I have no interest in sports. I am no good at it and my health has always been an issue. If I cry, I get an attack…hence I avoid crying at all costs. Emotions and stress could prompt an attack and I am in constant check of these things.
The one thing I managed to defy so far is keeping a dog. I cannot imagine life with my Sam that I am risking a bit just by having him around. Poor dog, he has to bathe every week though. I reckon he’s the cleanest dog in the block!
I am allergic to alcohol, hence I am teetotal. I abhor cigarettes and smoke. I am a clean fanatic and a control freak. I felt I needed to in order to survive.
Recently, my asthma flared up real bad. Today, I conceded defeat and called the clinic for an appointment with the Asthma Nurse and requested a flu jab. I was scheduled to see the nurse on 12 November but I managed to get in for my flu jab on Thursday. So far, I have been managing my asthma with combined therapy (preventer and reliever)- that’s low dose inhaled steroids and the usual Ventolin as reliever. Recently, I think I picked up some sort of lung infection that I managed to stave off. I haven’t been really ill but I haven’t recovered fully from this asthmatic cough, you know what I mean. The thing is I wake up at 4.00am wheezing. That’s everyday! I have dark circles under my eyes and I feel incredibly tired. On Saturday, while moving about the furniture I felt an attack coming on so I took a puff from the inhaler…but it made me feel vulnerable again.
The weather isn’t helping. It’s a good thing my boss is quite sympathetic and they take asthma seriously here in the UK. There are around 1500 deaths yearly from an acute attack. I do not want to be a statistic!
The doctor did advise me to prevent any upper respiratory infections. The last major one I had was when I came back from my visit to the Philippines and I contracted pneumonia. Since then I’ve been trying to manage this blasted disease. I feel slightly depressed because I know I am doing everything right to make myself healthy. I do not drink or smoke, I go to bed early, I eat properly and now I’m even exercising but I am still struggling! It is so unfair! My health has always been dodgy. I just hope as I get older it does not completely deteriorate.
On the brighter side though, I cope pretty well during the day but I feel absolutely shattered by 4.30pm. I just hope I would be able to successfully manage this disease. I accept there’s no cure for it. What I cannot accept is it hindering me from having a fulfilling life.
Anyway, the advent of inhalers dramatically changed my life. I was eight when I was first introduced to inhalers. For me it was like magic. One moment you’re almost sure of dying and your body just couldn’t cope with the lack of oxygen and the next minute you could actually breathe.
I was constantly teased and taunted about my asthma and I felt so guilty about being sick all the time. How I managed to get grades good enough for me to enter the University of the Philippines was beyond me.
Asthma defined my character. It explains my cleanliness, need for control, dread of emotions and confrontations and probably my need to achieve. I’ve always wanted to prove my worth and not remembered as a sickly child.
I guess that’s the reason why I have no interest in sports. I am no good at it and my health has always been an issue. If I cry, I get an attack…hence I avoid crying at all costs. Emotions and stress could prompt an attack and I am in constant check of these things.
The one thing I managed to defy so far is keeping a dog. I cannot imagine life with my Sam that I am risking a bit just by having him around. Poor dog, he has to bathe every week though. I reckon he’s the cleanest dog in the block!
I am allergic to alcohol, hence I am teetotal. I abhor cigarettes and smoke. I am a clean fanatic and a control freak. I felt I needed to in order to survive.
Recently, my asthma flared up real bad. Today, I conceded defeat and called the clinic for an appointment with the Asthma Nurse and requested a flu jab. I was scheduled to see the nurse on 12 November but I managed to get in for my flu jab on Thursday. So far, I have been managing my asthma with combined therapy (preventer and reliever)- that’s low dose inhaled steroids and the usual Ventolin as reliever. Recently, I think I picked up some sort of lung infection that I managed to stave off. I haven’t been really ill but I haven’t recovered fully from this asthmatic cough, you know what I mean. The thing is I wake up at 4.00am wheezing. That’s everyday! I have dark circles under my eyes and I feel incredibly tired. On Saturday, while moving about the furniture I felt an attack coming on so I took a puff from the inhaler…but it made me feel vulnerable again.
The weather isn’t helping. It’s a good thing my boss is quite sympathetic and they take asthma seriously here in the UK. There are around 1500 deaths yearly from an acute attack. I do not want to be a statistic!
The doctor did advise me to prevent any upper respiratory infections. The last major one I had was when I came back from my visit to the Philippines and I contracted pneumonia. Since then I’ve been trying to manage this blasted disease. I feel slightly depressed because I know I am doing everything right to make myself healthy. I do not drink or smoke, I go to bed early, I eat properly and now I’m even exercising but I am still struggling! It is so unfair! My health has always been dodgy. I just hope as I get older it does not completely deteriorate.
On the brighter side though, I cope pretty well during the day but I feel absolutely shattered by 4.30pm. I just hope I would be able to successfully manage this disease. I accept there’s no cure for it. What I cannot accept is it hindering me from having a fulfilling life.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Relationships-what to make of them
It has been a stressful week as far as work is concerned. I really believe the most challenging aspect of any job would be dealing with people. Actually, come to think of it, relationships are the toughest part of life.
Let me see, what are my successful relationships?
- Hubby- I do love him but maybe I do not say it enough.
- Best friend- although I do find that our disparate methods of communicating (she’s a bit of a luddite) could sometimes be a problem
- My current boss- he leaves me to manage my unit and treats me fairly and equally. He’s also a real gent.
- Parents- that includes my in-laws as well.
- Special niece- Yes, I’ve been lucky enough to have a niece who shares my view in life. We are on the same wavelength.
- A couple members of my staff
- A few of my University pals and someone I’ve been working recently in a group website development.
How do I determine success? Well, communication is easy and there is complete trust. Trust and communication, how can you go wrong? Obviously these two things are quite fragile and easily destroyed.
Let me see, what are my successful relationships?
- Hubby- I do love him but maybe I do not say it enough.
- Best friend- although I do find that our disparate methods of communicating (she’s a bit of a luddite) could sometimes be a problem
- My current boss- he leaves me to manage my unit and treats me fairly and equally. He’s also a real gent.
- Parents- that includes my in-laws as well.
- Special niece- Yes, I’ve been lucky enough to have a niece who shares my view in life. We are on the same wavelength.
- A couple members of my staff
- A few of my University pals and someone I’ve been working recently in a group website development.
How do I determine success? Well, communication is easy and there is complete trust. Trust and communication, how can you go wrong? Obviously these two things are quite fragile and easily destroyed.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Negativity sucks!
I sometimes just want to give up on people. I just couldn’t understand some of them. I suppose I couldn’t be a good counsellor because I cannot put up with negativity. Negativity sucks out the spirit in me! I want to run away from it. Unfortunately, I know a lot of unkind, selfish, humourless, jealous, evil people who like nothing more than to create misery and pull everyone down.
Fortunately, I do not have to live with one! Ha-ha! I have a very positive hubby who only complains about the weather, politics and the justice system. Other than that he’s very easy to live with. Then I have a lovely dog who manages to make me laugh at least once a day. I think everyone should own a dog. They’re not just great companions, they’re fiercely loyal as well.
I am still perplexed why some people say and do hurtful things to others. What’s the point? I do not understand why others remain unforgiving and proud. I feel a mix of pity and revulsion for them.
Why and I ranting? I know fully well I cannot change the world and people will always be the same. I guess it’s my way of letting off steam.
Fortunately, I do not have to live with one! Ha-ha! I have a very positive hubby who only complains about the weather, politics and the justice system. Other than that he’s very easy to live with. Then I have a lovely dog who manages to make me laugh at least once a day. I think everyone should own a dog. They’re not just great companions, they’re fiercely loyal as well.
I am still perplexed why some people say and do hurtful things to others. What’s the point? I do not understand why others remain unforgiving and proud. I feel a mix of pity and revulsion for them.
Why and I ranting? I know fully well I cannot change the world and people will always be the same. I guess it’s my way of letting off steam.
Passive smoking and other vices
Last night there was a news item about the dangers of passive smoking. Well, we knew passive smoking has always been a health hazard but it is now proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that the risk of a passive smoker to heart and lung disease goes up to 25%. I personally would like to see a ban on smoking in public places. We already have non smoking in office buildings and in some restaurants/clubs but I would like to see this extended wider. I detest the smell of cigarettes. I cannot imagine why people choose to smoke. It’s like slow suicide! I value my health too much. I was after all a very sickly child—I still wonder how I survived my childhood.
I do have one vice though and that is coffee. I cannot resist fresh brewed coffee. I have a caffetiere in my office and the first thing I do in the morning is to boil water in the kettle, scoop three spoonfuls of Italian ground coffee in the caffetiere, add water …wait for it to brew and smell its delicious aroma, then pour in a bone china cup. It’s like a ritual to me. I absolutely love it BUT I limit myself to one cup of good coffee a day. I believe that having whatever you fancy in reasonable doses could only be good for you. I do not include taking banned substances, cigarettes or alcohol in this statement.
I am driving to work in the dark again. Today was especially difficult because it was raining as well. I couldn’t even see the lines on the road. Anyway, this weather makes me drive very slowly indeed.
I do have one vice though and that is coffee. I cannot resist fresh brewed coffee. I have a caffetiere in my office and the first thing I do in the morning is to boil water in the kettle, scoop three spoonfuls of Italian ground coffee in the caffetiere, add water …wait for it to brew and smell its delicious aroma, then pour in a bone china cup. It’s like a ritual to me. I absolutely love it BUT I limit myself to one cup of good coffee a day. I believe that having whatever you fancy in reasonable doses could only be good for you. I do not include taking banned substances, cigarettes or alcohol in this statement.
I am driving to work in the dark again. Today was especially difficult because it was raining as well. I couldn’t even see the lines on the road. Anyway, this weather makes me drive very slowly indeed.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Puppy love
Sam having a ball!
I never really thought I could love anything that didn't share my exact DNA but until I had Sam, my rough haired Jack Russell Terrier, dogs were a bit scary to me.
Sam would love nothing more than to play with his toys--mainly balls, he's got a dozen in his basket, sleep and go out walking. What a guy! He knows his priorities well.
Hubby and I love him to bits and we are rewarded with deep loyalty and unconditional love. I think dog lovers are in the main a nice bunch of people. After all, they know how to love another creature and that creature actually loves them back. That's better than most relationships!
You must be joking!
Laughter keeps me sane
There were so many instances in my life where only laughter or a sense of humour kept me out of the madhouse.
I try not to take myself seriously. The last thing I want to be is to end up a miserable old cow! Yeah, I like that expression. It sums it all.
I plan to age disgracefully--haha! What I mean is I won't be your normal old age pensioner. I'd probably end up a recluse. I hope to be financially well off so that I can choose the people I hang around with. I do not like aggressive people and I definitely do not have the stomach for dramas anymore.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
What's it all about?
My biggest fear is failure. There, I’ve said it. I know it is the sole reason that motivates me in life. In spite of that, I still managed to make some spectacular mistakes in my life that led to utter misery.
The debacle that almost cost me my future happened in my late 20s and because of it I was forced to seek a new life for myself in foreign shores. Looking back now I really couldn’t believe how I survived all those years of loneliness, confusion, guilt, inferiority (you’re not just good enough!)…just plain unhappiness! I keep telling myself that I did survive and successfully at that.
But this is what gets me. Some people resented the way I hauled myself away from my wretchedness. They remain judgmental, uncommunicative and sometimes even hostile to me. I have to say it used to bother me but I have now reached the point where it doesn't anymore because I ceased caring what small-minded and self righteous people actually think of me. I couldn’t give a damn. I live my life the way I see fit. After all, no-one helped me out of my despair but myself. Of course my hubby was always there to steer me in the proper frame of mind but I had to work really hard to earn my stripes. I found my happiness.
Happiness, now that’s a funny one. I thought it was as elusive as the wind, unattainable, an ideal. Now I know it isn’t so. I found that the path to happiness is contentment. It is being comfortable in your own skin. Happiness is not a fleeting experience. It is a slow and gradual process. When I stopped trying to attain a state of nirvana and started concentrating in getting my life in shape…things fell into place. I stopped comparing my life to that of my friends. I set a standard that I could live with and made sure I did my best in any undertaking.
I am so glad that after all these years, I’ve managed to shake free from the shackles of my past. What a relief!
The debacle that almost cost me my future happened in my late 20s and because of it I was forced to seek a new life for myself in foreign shores. Looking back now I really couldn’t believe how I survived all those years of loneliness, confusion, guilt, inferiority (you’re not just good enough!)…just plain unhappiness! I keep telling myself that I did survive and successfully at that.
But this is what gets me. Some people resented the way I hauled myself away from my wretchedness. They remain judgmental, uncommunicative and sometimes even hostile to me. I have to say it used to bother me but I have now reached the point where it doesn't anymore because I ceased caring what small-minded and self righteous people actually think of me. I couldn’t give a damn. I live my life the way I see fit. After all, no-one helped me out of my despair but myself. Of course my hubby was always there to steer me in the proper frame of mind but I had to work really hard to earn my stripes. I found my happiness.
Happiness, now that’s a funny one. I thought it was as elusive as the wind, unattainable, an ideal. Now I know it isn’t so. I found that the path to happiness is contentment. It is being comfortable in your own skin. Happiness is not a fleeting experience. It is a slow and gradual process. When I stopped trying to attain a state of nirvana and started concentrating in getting my life in shape…things fell into place. I stopped comparing my life to that of my friends. I set a standard that I could live with and made sure I did my best in any undertaking.
I am so glad that after all these years, I’ve managed to shake free from the shackles of my past. What a relief!
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Decoration
I had an obsessive phase these last few days. I woke up on Thursday and decided to change the colour of the master bedroom. The last time I redecorated the room I was recovering from a near burn out and it reflected on the colour that I chose--mossy green. I really wanted powder blue but people kept saying that blue was too cold and it would be awful during winter.
Well, this time I stuck to my guns and chose white with a bit of blue--very light powder blue and it looks absolutely fantastic. I also decided to paint the ensuite (adjoining toilet and shower) with the same colour. I have to say, decorating is physically demanding. My lower back, arms and thighs were protesting on Thursday night but I managed to pull through thanks to ibufrofen!
Friday was a good day. Hubby and I went shopping to a place called Taunton in Somerset, a county next to Devon. I bought leather knee high boots from Clarks, an amazing winter overcoat from Next and underwear from Marks and Spencer. It was such a treat to be able to do that once in a while.
Today I cleared some clothes from my wardrobe. My body changed in the last six years and I certainly gained weight since I quit working in London. I suppose contentment does that.
I am currently cooking a beef casserole for tonight's dinner. The days are getting shorter and the temperature is dropping so I'm back cooking comfort food.
I still surprise a lot of people on my DIY capabilities. I do all the decoration by myself because hubby absolutely hates it. I am getting quite good at it too.
Well, this time I stuck to my guns and chose white with a bit of blue--very light powder blue and it looks absolutely fantastic. I also decided to paint the ensuite (adjoining toilet and shower) with the same colour. I have to say, decorating is physically demanding. My lower back, arms and thighs were protesting on Thursday night but I managed to pull through thanks to ibufrofen!
Friday was a good day. Hubby and I went shopping to a place called Taunton in Somerset, a county next to Devon. I bought leather knee high boots from Clarks, an amazing winter overcoat from Next and underwear from Marks and Spencer. It was such a treat to be able to do that once in a while.
Today I cleared some clothes from my wardrobe. My body changed in the last six years and I certainly gained weight since I quit working in London. I suppose contentment does that.
I am currently cooking a beef casserole for tonight's dinner. The days are getting shorter and the temperature is dropping so I'm back cooking comfort food.
I still surprise a lot of people on my DIY capabilities. I do all the decoration by myself because hubby absolutely hates it. I am getting quite good at it too.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Patch of Eden
My garden
This is my back garden. I love it and tend it with full care and attention. I feel so relaxed in this place. I cannot ever be stressed when I am gardening. My mind just goes into alpha mode.
I grow scented plants like honeysuckle, lavender, rosemary, roses, clematis etc. My dream is to have a bigger and more secluded garden. We started from scratch in this garden and it has taken years to get to how it looks now.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Smelling the roses
Taking the time to smell my roses!
This was taken in June this year when the roses where in full bloom. In case you're wondering, no, I am not in my gardening gear! I arrived work early one day and Hubby took this picture. I thought it was rather nice. I do love my garden. It is one physical activity that I do not object to because I love seeing the fruits of my labour. I inherited my love for plants from my mother. She was a green-fingered action woman-- always on the go. I remembered she grew these bouganvilleas in terracotta pots when I was a child. They had all the hues of the rainbow, wondeful during the summer months. She'd grow anything, anywhere and I found that a real comfort. My mother is a very special human being. I bet she has a fast track broadband to heaven!
Now I do the same thing in my own house. We have various houseplants, a front garden and a back garden to look after.
Today, hubby and I planted some ornamental grasses and bamboo for autumn. I also planted voilas for the sping. There's always something to do in the garden. Nothing stays the same. There are days when I just cannot be bothered but these are rare moments. Ultimately, I get into my gardening clothes and go out to tend my plants--I feel then that everything is right with the world.
Boat in St Martins
I took this photo in one of the islands. I've always liked beached boats. I also like the cloud formation , it provides a great backdrop to the idyllic setting. The sand was really nice and soft as well but the water was too cold for wading in. These were the times when I think of the tepid beach waters in the Philippines. Most of the islands didn't have a lot of inhabitants which was great as far as I am concerned. Having too many people in the beach does not give me the "getting away from it all" feeling.
Life's a beach
Finally, after several attempts, I finally cracked it! Thanks to my latest broadband connection at home, it did not take forever to download the necessary software to publish photos.
This shot was taken in the Isles of Scilly a couple of weeks ago. It was such a lovely place, great for de-stressing.
I still need to study the ins and outs of this software so I could at least change my profile! By the way, I was wearing my "tankini". It is very comfortable and not too skimpy!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Heirlooms
A couple of years ago my husband bought me a special piece of furniture--a ladies writing bureau. The desk was made of teak, with a flap that opens outward serving as the writing table. This could be locked up for security. The writing side of the flap is covered in green leather with gold details to make writing easier. Inside the bureau are pigeonholes and small drawers. I absolutely love it. I have a fascination with boxes, mini drawers and secret compartments. They echo mystery and encourage imagination.
My jewellery box is somewhat similar. I found it in one of the shops in Singapore years ago. It is heavily coated in dark Chinese mahogany varnish which sets off the inlaid mother of pearl floral design. The box looks like a mini wardrobe with small but exquisitely crafted drawers, lined in red velvet. It has a lock as well.
I also have a “memory box”, more like a casement actually. It is actually part of an old printer’s drawer when typesetting for the letterpresses was in vogue. The box hangs along the front door hallway. I keep all my travel mementos inside the tiny spaces, like for instance a shell, a thimble, knick knacks, etc.
I am attracted to items like these. I suppose these could be considered “heirlooms” someday.
My jewellery box is somewhat similar. I found it in one of the shops in Singapore years ago. It is heavily coated in dark Chinese mahogany varnish which sets off the inlaid mother of pearl floral design. The box looks like a mini wardrobe with small but exquisitely crafted drawers, lined in red velvet. It has a lock as well.
I also have a “memory box”, more like a casement actually. It is actually part of an old printer’s drawer when typesetting for the letterpresses was in vogue. The box hangs along the front door hallway. I keep all my travel mementos inside the tiny spaces, like for instance a shell, a thimble, knick knacks, etc.
I am attracted to items like these. I suppose these could be considered “heirlooms” someday.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
I owe, I owe so
...off to work I go!
Today is my first day at work and I have just finished my first meeting of the week. Amazing how easy it is for the mind to get used to a relaxed way of life. I feel quite slow but I am sure I’ll be okay in the afternoon.
What can I say about my holidays in the Isles of Scilly? It was fabulous! Hubby and I explored the other islands (St Martins, Bryher, Tresco, St Agnes) and spent the days either lying in the beach or hiking around the main island of St Marys, which is the biggest and main island. The weather was brilliant. We only had one cloudy day of sea fret; it was a pea souper though. Anyway, it cleared up beautifully the following day. My in laws also enjoyed their time with us immensely. We played a card game called “crib” every night. It is an old British card game and Hubby and I won it hands down. My father in law rues the day he taught me the game.
I realise how lucky I am to be able to enjoy a fortnight of relaxation without having to worry about finances (well a bit) or safety. Scilly is vintage 1950s England. It is a small place and untouched by the pressures of the 21st century. There is clearly a laid back feeling about the place.
It was a bit sad that during our time there, the newspaper headlines screamed about the Beslan School massacre. It was depressing. I couldn’t help but think of these unfortunate people!
On the domestic side, Sam was very happy to see us and was a bit clingy at first. He didn’t do too well at the “summer camp” aka kennels this time. For one, he lost his voice due to overuse. All the other dogs around him were barking their heads off (Talk about loutish behaviour!) and I suppose he thought that was cool to do as well. He’s not used to it so he came home absolutely shattered. He also lost a bit of weight and his paws were sore from jumping up and down the concrete floors. He’s used to padding along carpet and grass. Poor Sam. At least he ate heartily when we fed him his favourite dish--chicken. We’ve been serving him pan-fried streaky pork, medium rare steak and roast chicken with biscuits. We have to make sure he’s okay because he’s off to his annual vet visit this month for his booster shots. I also had to give him a bath asap as soon as we got home because he hasn’t been bathed since we went away. Ughs! He smelled like er...like a dog. Hahaha! I suppose we want to make it up to him. I know, I know, it sounds silly but he is part of the family and he knows it too!
Anyway, things are back to normal. Hubby went back to work the following day we came back from holidays. The weather has not been great since then so the garden has to wait. I did some minor chores like light pruning and weeding but I need to do some autumn planting. We bought decorative grasses in the garden centre and they looked smashing in our backyard.
I watched the last night of the “Proms” on TV on Saturday. The Proms is held every summer where various orchestras perform at the Royal Albert Hall during the season. The finale is called the Last Night at the Proms, marking the end of summer. The whole nation takes part. There’s a broadcast link up with park celebrations in different parts of the country. The major one is held in Hyde Park, London and it culminates with a performance of the BBC Symphonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall. It is a massive event and it feels like New Year’s Eve. People wave the Union Jack and St Georges Cross (England Flag), etc while singing to Elgar’s Rule Britannia, Land of Hope and Glory. It is inspirational! Maybe someday the Philippines will develop its own sense of culture. It is just nice to see people aware of their own identity. Maybe it takes a millennium for that!
Today is my first day at work and I have just finished my first meeting of the week. Amazing how easy it is for the mind to get used to a relaxed way of life. I feel quite slow but I am sure I’ll be okay in the afternoon.
What can I say about my holidays in the Isles of Scilly? It was fabulous! Hubby and I explored the other islands (St Martins, Bryher, Tresco, St Agnes) and spent the days either lying in the beach or hiking around the main island of St Marys, which is the biggest and main island. The weather was brilliant. We only had one cloudy day of sea fret; it was a pea souper though. Anyway, it cleared up beautifully the following day. My in laws also enjoyed their time with us immensely. We played a card game called “crib” every night. It is an old British card game and Hubby and I won it hands down. My father in law rues the day he taught me the game.
I realise how lucky I am to be able to enjoy a fortnight of relaxation without having to worry about finances (well a bit) or safety. Scilly is vintage 1950s England. It is a small place and untouched by the pressures of the 21st century. There is clearly a laid back feeling about the place.
It was a bit sad that during our time there, the newspaper headlines screamed about the Beslan School massacre. It was depressing. I couldn’t help but think of these unfortunate people!
On the domestic side, Sam was very happy to see us and was a bit clingy at first. He didn’t do too well at the “summer camp” aka kennels this time. For one, he lost his voice due to overuse. All the other dogs around him were barking their heads off (Talk about loutish behaviour!) and I suppose he thought that was cool to do as well. He’s not used to it so he came home absolutely shattered. He also lost a bit of weight and his paws were sore from jumping up and down the concrete floors. He’s used to padding along carpet and grass. Poor Sam. At least he ate heartily when we fed him his favourite dish--chicken. We’ve been serving him pan-fried streaky pork, medium rare steak and roast chicken with biscuits. We have to make sure he’s okay because he’s off to his annual vet visit this month for his booster shots. I also had to give him a bath asap as soon as we got home because he hasn’t been bathed since we went away. Ughs! He smelled like er...like a dog. Hahaha! I suppose we want to make it up to him. I know, I know, it sounds silly but he is part of the family and he knows it too!
Anyway, things are back to normal. Hubby went back to work the following day we came back from holidays. The weather has not been great since then so the garden has to wait. I did some minor chores like light pruning and weeding but I need to do some autumn planting. We bought decorative grasses in the garden centre and they looked smashing in our backyard.
I watched the last night of the “Proms” on TV on Saturday. The Proms is held every summer where various orchestras perform at the Royal Albert Hall during the season. The finale is called the Last Night at the Proms, marking the end of summer. The whole nation takes part. There’s a broadcast link up with park celebrations in different parts of the country. The major one is held in Hyde Park, London and it culminates with a performance of the BBC Symphonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall. It is a massive event and it feels like New Year’s Eve. People wave the Union Jack and St Georges Cross (England Flag), etc while singing to Elgar’s Rule Britannia, Land of Hope and Glory. It is inspirational! Maybe someday the Philippines will develop its own sense of culture. It is just nice to see people aware of their own identity. Maybe it takes a millennium for that!
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Sunday and cloudy
This is the first Sunday I spent alone for several weeks. I actually like it. It gives me time to finish household chores and psyche myself for the week ahead.
Sam has been sleeping a lot since we brought him home from the kennels. At least he's eating well, although today I had to encourage him to eat his food. He's done that now and is fast asleep again. I guess his stint at the kennels exhausted him. Just looking at him now makes me want to get under my duvet and sleep! The weather does not help either. The temperature has dropped and it's so conducive to deep afternoon slumber. The problem with afternoon naps that is it makes it harder for me to get to sleep at night! Shall I chance it?
Sam has been sleeping a lot since we brought him home from the kennels. At least he's eating well, although today I had to encourage him to eat his food. He's done that now and is fast asleep again. I guess his stint at the kennels exhausted him. Just looking at him now makes me want to get under my duvet and sleep! The weather does not help either. The temperature has dropped and it's so conducive to deep afternoon slumber. The problem with afternoon naps that is it makes it harder for me to get to sleep at night! Shall I chance it?
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Things that make me
Sad. The slaughter of the innocents for one, mindless killing, thoughtlessness, cruelty, poverty...I could go on and on.
During my holidays the news broke out about the terrorist siege in Beslan, Russia. I mean this is no ordinary masked man toting a sub machine gun while grabbing the hair of a male hostage. No, this was more disturbing than that. These were women who took a whole school--children, teachers and parents-- hostage. What got me was the cruelty to the children, unspeakable cruelty. And if that was not enough, they blasted them to smithereens and shot the fleeing children like target practise. It was inhuman. These people lost their souls--if you believe in that.
It was depressing news and I wept when I saw the carnage on TV. I wouldn't think I'd be saying this but where is the world coming to? Isn't it enough that we have to contend with global warming and the prospect of an uncertain future? I sit here in my warm and cosy house safe in the knowledge that tomorrow will be the same. We'll be eating dinner at 7pm, next week I'll be back in my office and every Fridays I'll be filling my tank with petrol. No problem.
And yet I watch the six o'clock news with trepidation. Another hurricane, another terrorist bomb going off, another place flooded.
I should stop worrying and be thankful that I am spared the pain of these unfortunate people. I cannot help but think of them.
During my holidays the news broke out about the terrorist siege in Beslan, Russia. I mean this is no ordinary masked man toting a sub machine gun while grabbing the hair of a male hostage. No, this was more disturbing than that. These were women who took a whole school--children, teachers and parents-- hostage. What got me was the cruelty to the children, unspeakable cruelty. And if that was not enough, they blasted them to smithereens and shot the fleeing children like target practise. It was inhuman. These people lost their souls--if you believe in that.
It was depressing news and I wept when I saw the carnage on TV. I wouldn't think I'd be saying this but where is the world coming to? Isn't it enough that we have to contend with global warming and the prospect of an uncertain future? I sit here in my warm and cosy house safe in the knowledge that tomorrow will be the same. We'll be eating dinner at 7pm, next week I'll be back in my office and every Fridays I'll be filling my tank with petrol. No problem.
And yet I watch the six o'clock news with trepidation. Another hurricane, another terrorist bomb going off, another place flooded.
I should stop worrying and be thankful that I am spared the pain of these unfortunate people. I cannot help but think of them.
Recovery
I cannot believe it but it took me a couple of days to get back to the swing of things...and that's just at home. My team at work called me several times already. One of them had to take some time off and the the other asked permission to come in late on Monday. It's okay though, the term hasn't started yet--thank goodness!
I am not the only one recovering from my holidays. Sam is also recovering from his stint in the "summer camp" aka kennels. He's lost his voice from barking so much. He's not used to it but since the other dogs were barking their heads off he barked as well, hence he's been sort of mute since we picked him up.
I cannot face my garden. There are so many chores I need to do but I do not have the strength to do them yet. I have to prune the roses, weed the grass, plant for some autumn colour, etc. The weather is a bit dodgy as well. I can see ominous clouds on the horizon from where I sit. They are forecasting gale force winds tomorrow. I am really worried about this global climate change. In fact, The Times headline and massive satellite picture of hurricane Ivan gave me the heebie geebies. My National Geographic magazine devoted 72 pages this month on global warming as well! Very scary prospect indeed!
I know I should be talking about my holidays but I am yet trying to piece all our activities together. The Isles of Scilly is beautiful and quite untouched by progress. It is like walking back in the 1950s England, when life was innocent. I have stacks of photos but I am having trouble getting the online software to work!
My best friend texted me early this morning---about 4am!-- and she said that she's having our property in Tali beach fenced. Wonderful! Thoughts of someday having a nice peaceful house in the Philippines keeps me going. I'd very much like to have a tropical garden one day.
I am not the only one recovering from my holidays. Sam is also recovering from his stint in the "summer camp" aka kennels. He's lost his voice from barking so much. He's not used to it but since the other dogs were barking their heads off he barked as well, hence he's been sort of mute since we picked him up.
I cannot face my garden. There are so many chores I need to do but I do not have the strength to do them yet. I have to prune the roses, weed the grass, plant for some autumn colour, etc. The weather is a bit dodgy as well. I can see ominous clouds on the horizon from where I sit. They are forecasting gale force winds tomorrow. I am really worried about this global climate change. In fact, The Times headline and massive satellite picture of hurricane Ivan gave me the heebie geebies. My National Geographic magazine devoted 72 pages this month on global warming as well! Very scary prospect indeed!
I know I should be talking about my holidays but I am yet trying to piece all our activities together. The Isles of Scilly is beautiful and quite untouched by progress. It is like walking back in the 1950s England, when life was innocent. I have stacks of photos but I am having trouble getting the online software to work!
My best friend texted me early this morning---about 4am!-- and she said that she's having our property in Tali beach fenced. Wonderful! Thoughts of someday having a nice peaceful house in the Philippines keeps me going. I'd very much like to have a tropical garden one day.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Tired but relaxed
I just came back from a fortnight's holidays in the Isles of Scilly in Cornwall. It was a very relaxing time. Hubby and I spent most of it exploring the islands (there were four major islands) or simply lying in the beach.
I am now busy getting the house together and preparing myself for next week when I have to go back to work!
I am now busy getting the house together and preparing myself for next week when I have to go back to work!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Absolutely the last entry
....before I leave town.
An Office Manager’s work is never done! I’m just about an hour away from three weeks of freedom but I still find myself in demand here at the office. I am supervising a decorator, a locksmith and electrician to get things sorted out before I leave. There’s always something I need to decide on.
I was called in the Enquiries room by my colleagues to answer a rude question. They all burst laughing when I predictably said, “I do not want to go there!” I am well known for my policy against smut at work. No rude jokes, swear words or filthy comments in my presence. Some of the people here knew I wanted to be a nun before I discovered boys.
I am almost out of here but I still have these emails to send. Will this ever stop?
An Office Manager’s work is never done! I’m just about an hour away from three weeks of freedom but I still find myself in demand here at the office. I am supervising a decorator, a locksmith and electrician to get things sorted out before I leave. There’s always something I need to decide on.
I was called in the Enquiries room by my colleagues to answer a rude question. They all burst laughing when I predictably said, “I do not want to go there!” I am well known for my policy against smut at work. No rude jokes, swear words or filthy comments in my presence. Some of the people here knew I wanted to be a nun before I discovered boys.
I am almost out of here but I still have these emails to send. Will this ever stop?
Before I go
I am just munching on very crisp, sweet and juicy melons. One is a watermelon and the other is a cantaloupe or Galia melon as it is called in England. No, I am not on a diet. I am just trying to quell that mid morning peckish feeling. I usually have porridge oats for breakfast mixed with dark organic Black and Green’s chocolate. When I arrive at work I have my first half cup of coffee. I am trying to wean myself away from caffeine because I’ve been having difficulty sleeping of late. I bring my own lunch, usually leftovers from the previous night’s dinner and I do not snack in between meals, except for the occasional fruit.
The downside to that is I am starving by the time I get home…and I still have to cook dinner!
If there is one thing that I desperately miss, it is authentic Filipino cooking, and sometimes, Filipino house help. I could do with another pair of hands to help me clean the house every weekend. I just feel so shattered after a hard week and to do all the house chores is a massive task for me…but it has to be done.
Tomorrow I will go to Isles of Scilly, off Land’s End in Cornwall. Hubby and I will be relaxing in the numerous private beaches scattered in the islands for two heavenly weeks! It’s funny though, I’ve seen a lot of fantastic beaches but I do not know how to swim. Yesseree bob, I know nada about freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke or even dog paddling. No matter how hard I try I simply sink to the bottom of the ocean like a lead ball. I could almost imagine those swimmers shaking their sun bleached, chlorine perfumed hair. Okay flipper feet, could you solve the mysteries of the universe? Yeah, just as I thought, neither could I so we even now.
However, I am not giving up. Maybe someday I’ll be able to summon up the courage to do a couple of strokes without half drowning myself…and that’s just in the paddling pool. Needless to say, even though my dog swims 1000% better than me that won’t stop me from buying the coolest swimwear from Marks and Spencer. I just can’t wait to wear my new tankini. I must remember to suck in my stomach when posing for the ubiquitous beach photo.
The downside to that is I am starving by the time I get home…and I still have to cook dinner!
If there is one thing that I desperately miss, it is authentic Filipino cooking, and sometimes, Filipino house help. I could do with another pair of hands to help me clean the house every weekend. I just feel so shattered after a hard week and to do all the house chores is a massive task for me…but it has to be done.
Tomorrow I will go to Isles of Scilly, off Land’s End in Cornwall. Hubby and I will be relaxing in the numerous private beaches scattered in the islands for two heavenly weeks! It’s funny though, I’ve seen a lot of fantastic beaches but I do not know how to swim. Yesseree bob, I know nada about freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke or even dog paddling. No matter how hard I try I simply sink to the bottom of the ocean like a lead ball. I could almost imagine those swimmers shaking their sun bleached, chlorine perfumed hair. Okay flipper feet, could you solve the mysteries of the universe? Yeah, just as I thought, neither could I so we even now.
However, I am not giving up. Maybe someday I’ll be able to summon up the courage to do a couple of strokes without half drowning myself…and that’s just in the paddling pool. Needless to say, even though my dog swims 1000% better than me that won’t stop me from buying the coolest swimwear from Marks and Spencer. I just can’t wait to wear my new tankini. I must remember to suck in my stomach when posing for the ubiquitous beach photo.
No-go areas
I lost my religion a while back and I have no desire to look for it.
This may shock a lot of people especially back in Manila but I am just stating the truth here.
I believe that religion causes more harm than good in humanity. It is still the cause of wars, hatred, and generally unhealthy fanaticism of many and I do not want any part of it.
I do understand that people still go to church to experience some semblance of community spirit. I just hope they do that outside the church as well. I cannot say I believe in God anymore. Not after what I’ve been through and what the world is going through. All that matters to me is I create my own peaceful world and try to be nice or civil to the people around me. That’s more I can say for a lot of religious people!
The problem I have with so-called “piety” is that these same people could be so intolerant to others. Who says one religion is better than another anyway? Why can’t people just live and let live? I do not believe in an after life. This is as good as it gets, so I’ve got to make sure I do my very best. That’s my motto: To be the best.
Politics is another no-go area. It is such a polarising topic so I also steer clear away from it. I thought someday I am going to end up as an eccentric recluse. That doesn’t really bother me. I like my own company. I do not even like answering the phone at home. To think that when I was a lot younger, the telephone was my lifeline. Now I just consider it a necessary evil (or bother). I must be growing old indeed.
This may shock a lot of people especially back in Manila but I am just stating the truth here.
I believe that religion causes more harm than good in humanity. It is still the cause of wars, hatred, and generally unhealthy fanaticism of many and I do not want any part of it.
I do understand that people still go to church to experience some semblance of community spirit. I just hope they do that outside the church as well. I cannot say I believe in God anymore. Not after what I’ve been through and what the world is going through. All that matters to me is I create my own peaceful world and try to be nice or civil to the people around me. That’s more I can say for a lot of religious people!
The problem I have with so-called “piety” is that these same people could be so intolerant to others. Who says one religion is better than another anyway? Why can’t people just live and let live? I do not believe in an after life. This is as good as it gets, so I’ve got to make sure I do my very best. That’s my motto: To be the best.
Politics is another no-go area. It is such a polarising topic so I also steer clear away from it. I thought someday I am going to end up as an eccentric recluse. That doesn’t really bother me. I like my own company. I do not even like answering the phone at home. To think that when I was a lot younger, the telephone was my lifeline. Now I just consider it a necessary evil (or bother). I must be growing old indeed.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Walking away
Looking back at my life, I sometimes could not believe how I managed to get through the bad patch without losing my marbles.
I used to think that having children would make me complete. I spent so many agonising years wanting something that almost cost my life. I divided my life in two stages. One was before the operation and the other was after the operation. Before the operation I still had hopes of having children and after the operation all my hopes were dashed. Those were dark days indeed. However, I remembered giving myself an ultimatum. I promised myself that if I am still childless on my 40th birthday I will stop thinking about having children ever again.
In 1997, I walked away from the pain and never looked back.
Now when I recall the times I subjected myself to self loathing because I couldn’t have children, I just think it was such a waste of time!
I do not need children to define myself. More importantly, my hubby loves me just the way I am and we have a good marriage. We are together because we choose to and not because we have to.
But I ask myself, where did all the hurt and pain go? How come the things I thought were so important before just do not matter anymore? I truly find that amazing.
I used to think that having children would make me complete. I spent so many agonising years wanting something that almost cost my life. I divided my life in two stages. One was before the operation and the other was after the operation. Before the operation I still had hopes of having children and after the operation all my hopes were dashed. Those were dark days indeed. However, I remembered giving myself an ultimatum. I promised myself that if I am still childless on my 40th birthday I will stop thinking about having children ever again.
In 1997, I walked away from the pain and never looked back.
Now when I recall the times I subjected myself to self loathing because I couldn’t have children, I just think it was such a waste of time!
I do not need children to define myself. More importantly, my hubby loves me just the way I am and we have a good marriage. We are together because we choose to and not because we have to.
But I ask myself, where did all the hurt and pain go? How come the things I thought were so important before just do not matter anymore? I truly find that amazing.
Assurances
Monday morning… and I am about to start my two-day week before going on my annual holidays!!!! Tomorrow would be my last day here then on Wednesday evening I will be dining in the Isles of Scilly and will be staying there for a fortnight.
The break will give me time to reflect on this year and plan for the future.
Planning for the future has always been a big deal for me. Maybe it had something to do with my childhood, I don’t know, but I’ve always wanted some certainty in my life. I’m one of those people who want to know the ending of the story. I am not into suspense and I absolutely abhor ambiguity. I’ve walked away from passions that didn’t give me any assurances.
Hence I could easily be called a bore, and I really couldn’t care less.
The break will give me time to reflect on this year and plan for the future.
Planning for the future has always been a big deal for me. Maybe it had something to do with my childhood, I don’t know, but I’ve always wanted some certainty in my life. I’m one of those people who want to know the ending of the story. I am not into suspense and I absolutely abhor ambiguity. I’ve walked away from passions that didn’t give me any assurances.
Hence I could easily be called a bore, and I really couldn’t care less.
Friday, August 20, 2004
POET Day (Push off early today)
20 August 2004
It’s my favourite day--Friday. It’s the end of the working week and I am absolutely shattered. My assistant and I did some physical work in the office this morning (archiving, etc) and it is taking its toll. However, everything went well according to plan so I am happy.
It is incredible how much time we spend with our colleagues at work and we are not even remotely related to them, or even like them for that matter. Yet we are expected to be in our best behaviour in the workplace but not really at home.
I am preparing “to do” lists for my staff to deal with in my absence. There’s so much to do just when you’re gearing up to leave for your annual holidays! Imagine two and a half weeks of R&R!
It’s my favourite day--Friday. It’s the end of the working week and I am absolutely shattered. My assistant and I did some physical work in the office this morning (archiving, etc) and it is taking its toll. However, everything went well according to plan so I am happy.
It is incredible how much time we spend with our colleagues at work and we are not even remotely related to them, or even like them for that matter. Yet we are expected to be in our best behaviour in the workplace but not really at home.
I am preparing “to do” lists for my staff to deal with in my absence. There’s so much to do just when you’re gearing up to leave for your annual holidays! Imagine two and a half weeks of R&R!
Thursday, August 19, 2004
The Lucky Ones-Life with a dog
You’re always pleased to see us anytime of the day and in any mood we’re in.
You’re so predictable but never boring.
You make us laugh and sometimes you make us mad, but you never make us cry.
You helped us learn more about ourselves and get over some of our unfounded fears.
You’re always great to watch even when you sleep peacefully in your bed.
You’re never self-conscious and always alert.
You’re forever grateful for everything we give you.
You’re protective, even-tempered, playful and fiercely loyal.
You have a naughty streak in you but you never forget your place in the pecking order.
Your boundless energy is only matched with your obsessive curiosity.
You fill up those quiet moments when you know we just want to relax and listen to music.
You patiently wait for our return and when we do, you show us so much joy and excitement.
You never complain and you offer us unconditional love, no ifs, no buts.
You have enhanced our lives no end. Life will never be the same without you.
We love you Sam. Our lives changed the moment you came in it.
We are the lucky ones.
You’re so predictable but never boring.
You make us laugh and sometimes you make us mad, but you never make us cry.
You helped us learn more about ourselves and get over some of our unfounded fears.
You’re always great to watch even when you sleep peacefully in your bed.
You’re never self-conscious and always alert.
You’re forever grateful for everything we give you.
You’re protective, even-tempered, playful and fiercely loyal.
You have a naughty streak in you but you never forget your place in the pecking order.
Your boundless energy is only matched with your obsessive curiosity.
You fill up those quiet moments when you know we just want to relax and listen to music.
You patiently wait for our return and when we do, you show us so much joy and excitement.
You never complain and you offer us unconditional love, no ifs, no buts.
You have enhanced our lives no end. Life will never be the same without you.
We love you Sam. Our lives changed the moment you came in it.
We are the lucky ones.
Sleepless no more
19 August 2004
Okay, so the sun’s out at the moment but that doesn’t mean it’s going to stay out! Before I lived in England I couldn’t understand the phrase “just talk about the weather”. But now I know. The weather is important, especially in this neck of the woods because it creates the mood for the day. I have to say, I love crisp autumn/winter mornings but dark, foggy, rainy days could precipitate the dreaded “I’m doomed” syndrome. But hey, we won’t think about that now!
I feel a lot better than I did a couple of days ago. In fact I overslept a few minutes this morning and that could only be a good thing. I do not use an alarm even in winter when sunrise is way past 7.00am and I have to be up at 6.30am sharp. I have an in built alarm in my head. I recently had what I call one of my insomniac episodes and I hate it. However, last night I managed to nod off without the help of any medication. Hooray!
Okay, so the sun’s out at the moment but that doesn’t mean it’s going to stay out! Before I lived in England I couldn’t understand the phrase “just talk about the weather”. But now I know. The weather is important, especially in this neck of the woods because it creates the mood for the day. I have to say, I love crisp autumn/winter mornings but dark, foggy, rainy days could precipitate the dreaded “I’m doomed” syndrome. But hey, we won’t think about that now!
I feel a lot better than I did a couple of days ago. In fact I overslept a few minutes this morning and that could only be a good thing. I do not use an alarm even in winter when sunrise is way past 7.00am and I have to be up at 6.30am sharp. I have an in built alarm in my head. I recently had what I call one of my insomniac episodes and I hate it. However, last night I managed to nod off without the help of any medication. Hooray!
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Stormy Weather
18 August 2004
The English weather is well-known for its unpredictability and drenching rain but not for cyclones or tropical storms. However, this summer something’s changed. We’ve been having some dreadful and scary weather patterns. It’s been raining, and I mean raining for days. We see the occasional bursts of brilliant sunshine but then the rain clouds plunge us into menacing darkness!
The other day, a small picturesque village in North Cornwall was devastated when two of its rivers burst their banks. It’s a sight seen in other parts of the world and definitely NOT in sleepy coastal towns like Boscastle. Thanks to the emergency crews no one was seriously hurt but the damage was terrible. The footages were amazing as well. I was glued on the telly watching 4x4s, people movers, vans, cars and mature trees make their way to the open seas. It was a terrifying sight. In a way it was miraculous that no human life was lost!
We’d be heading to the Isles of Scilly, off Land’s End in Cornwall, next week. I just hope we get some nice summer weather. It would be a shame to end this so-called summer this way. Autumn is upon us and we haven’t had decent weather yet!
The English weather is well-known for its unpredictability and drenching rain but not for cyclones or tropical storms. However, this summer something’s changed. We’ve been having some dreadful and scary weather patterns. It’s been raining, and I mean raining for days. We see the occasional bursts of brilliant sunshine but then the rain clouds plunge us into menacing darkness!
The other day, a small picturesque village in North Cornwall was devastated when two of its rivers burst their banks. It’s a sight seen in other parts of the world and definitely NOT in sleepy coastal towns like Boscastle. Thanks to the emergency crews no one was seriously hurt but the damage was terrible. The footages were amazing as well. I was glued on the telly watching 4x4s, people movers, vans, cars and mature trees make their way to the open seas. It was a terrifying sight. In a way it was miraculous that no human life was lost!
We’d be heading to the Isles of Scilly, off Land’s End in Cornwall, next week. I just hope we get some nice summer weather. It would be a shame to end this so-called summer this way. Autumn is upon us and we haven’t had decent weather yet!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Under the English weather
17 August 2004
I cannot wait to go on holidays. I am counting the days now because I truly feel I need serious R&R.
I have been experiencing insomnia for a couple of nights and today I just feel under the weather. I’ve been taking paracetamol and Sudafed. I am definitely not 100%.
Last night we went to the seaside resort of Sidmouth with my in laws to see one of their old time friends. The couple were on holidays. Actually, the man was my father in law’s boyhood chum. They served in the RAF together during the war and remained firm friends. They also lived in the same county (Hertfordshire) where my father in law grew up. The woman, his wife, suffered a stroke 10 years ago and is on a wheelchair but she was quite lively. We had a good conversation and they reminisced old times. They even talked about my husband's childhood. Everybody remembers my hubby. From the sounds of it he was the “imp of darkness”, up to no good, real naughty sort of boy.
I felt like I was watching an old British movie again especially when my father in law brought out his old photograph album. These people in the old Brit movies actually existed! They were lovely people, didn’t really talk much about the war, just references to it and those who didn’t make it back home. My father in law was so happy when we took them home saying that at least his old friend saw his happy family. They still couldn’t believe that they would have this sort of companionship from us. Hubby really gets on superbly with them.
Last week was quite an international week for us cuisine-wise. On Thursday,hubby barbecued a couple of superb sirloin steaks for dinner. Friday we had Indian curry for our takeaway meal. Saturday, I prepared grilled fresh sardines followed by linguini marinara. Sunday, I cooked lumpiang Shanghai, special fried rice and stir fried veggies. I remarked to hubby that we have a fairly varied diet. I always take the leftover with me for my lunch. We have a microwave at work and I just reheat my lunch there. I got used to preparing my own lunch. I save money that way AND finish the leftovers!
I cannot wait to go on holidays. I am counting the days now because I truly feel I need serious R&R.
I have been experiencing insomnia for a couple of nights and today I just feel under the weather. I’ve been taking paracetamol and Sudafed. I am definitely not 100%.
Last night we went to the seaside resort of Sidmouth with my in laws to see one of their old time friends. The couple were on holidays. Actually, the man was my father in law’s boyhood chum. They served in the RAF together during the war and remained firm friends. They also lived in the same county (Hertfordshire) where my father in law grew up. The woman, his wife, suffered a stroke 10 years ago and is on a wheelchair but she was quite lively. We had a good conversation and they reminisced old times. They even talked about my husband's childhood. Everybody remembers my hubby. From the sounds of it he was the “imp of darkness”, up to no good, real naughty sort of boy.
I felt like I was watching an old British movie again especially when my father in law brought out his old photograph album. These people in the old Brit movies actually existed! They were lovely people, didn’t really talk much about the war, just references to it and those who didn’t make it back home. My father in law was so happy when we took them home saying that at least his old friend saw his happy family. They still couldn’t believe that they would have this sort of companionship from us. Hubby really gets on superbly with them.
Last week was quite an international week for us cuisine-wise. On Thursday,hubby barbecued a couple of superb sirloin steaks for dinner. Friday we had Indian curry for our takeaway meal. Saturday, I prepared grilled fresh sardines followed by linguini marinara. Sunday, I cooked lumpiang Shanghai, special fried rice and stir fried veggies. I remarked to hubby that we have a fairly varied diet. I always take the leftover with me for my lunch. We have a microwave at work and I just reheat my lunch there. I got used to preparing my own lunch. I save money that way AND finish the leftovers!
Friday, August 13, 2004
Life and Death
13 August 2004
My aunt died the other day. May she rest in peace. She lived up to 101.
I cannot imagine living that long and wouldn’t want to anyway because the chances are the people I care about would be dead. I am not frightened to die. I know it is part of life (an irony, don’t you think?). The burden remains with the living because they would have all the “regrets” and pain. That’s another reason why I try to be my best with the people I care about and live my life in the best possible way.
Speaking of life, hubby is toying with the idea of retiring next year when he reaches 60. I am not too sure about it because I still consider him quite young—he acts like it! But hubby’s been working since he was 17-18! Actually, it all hinges on our finances. Our economy is very strong, the Bank of England says it is the strongest economy we had since after the war. I am still ambivalent about his retirement though. I am sure he’ll keep himself busy with golf and pursuing his hobbies. The of course there’s the question about where we plan to stay…are we going to move soon or not? The property market is currently the driver of our economy and although the Bank of England has increased interest rates (a quarter of one percent) to slow down the growth to sustainable levels, prices are still increasing.
I am flagging a bit because I haven’t had my annual holidays yet and I am feeling tired. We are scheduled to go to the Isles of Scilly by the end of August for two weeks. I cannot wait for a bit of R&R. Next year we might go back to the South of France. I mentioned to hubby that we should explore the Continent more. Actually, travel would be first in my agendawhen I do retire. Because of our age difference, I think hubby and I would do that earlier than later.
My aunt died the other day. May she rest in peace. She lived up to 101.
I cannot imagine living that long and wouldn’t want to anyway because the chances are the people I care about would be dead. I am not frightened to die. I know it is part of life (an irony, don’t you think?). The burden remains with the living because they would have all the “regrets” and pain. That’s another reason why I try to be my best with the people I care about and live my life in the best possible way.
Speaking of life, hubby is toying with the idea of retiring next year when he reaches 60. I am not too sure about it because I still consider him quite young—he acts like it! But hubby’s been working since he was 17-18! Actually, it all hinges on our finances. Our economy is very strong, the Bank of England says it is the strongest economy we had since after the war. I am still ambivalent about his retirement though. I am sure he’ll keep himself busy with golf and pursuing his hobbies. The of course there’s the question about where we plan to stay…are we going to move soon or not? The property market is currently the driver of our economy and although the Bank of England has increased interest rates (a quarter of one percent) to slow down the growth to sustainable levels, prices are still increasing.
I am flagging a bit because I haven’t had my annual holidays yet and I am feeling tired. We are scheduled to go to the Isles of Scilly by the end of August for two weeks. I cannot wait for a bit of R&R. Next year we might go back to the South of France. I mentioned to hubby that we should explore the Continent more. Actually, travel would be first in my agendawhen I do retire. Because of our age difference, I think hubby and I would do that earlier than later.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Eurostar
3 August 2004
I am back at work after a couple of days off. My friend and old schoolmate from UP, arrived on Thursday at Honiton. I picked him up from the station. He took the Eurostar from Paris earlier that morning. He arrived in London Waterloo three hours later and caught the train to Honiton. It was a lot easier this time because we didn’t have to pick him up from the airport in Bristol which was more than an hour away.
I prepared spare rib sinigang for dinner. It was so funny because he was hovering in my kitchen the whole time savouring the aroma of the dish. He’s a good guest because he starts out by bringing some really good presents- excellent French red wines and 12 year old Irish whiskey for hubby and bottles of Maggi seasoning, Mang Tomas sauce and fine French chocolates for me.
He got along well with hubby and that helped a great deal. They stayed up late every night drinking and talking. Even Sam our dog likes him!
We took him with us to a dinner party to my colleague Jane’s house. He mixed in well there. Then we went to Glastonbury Tor and Abbey on Sunday. It was a hectic day but well worth it. We took Sam with us. Sam was still recovering from the hike yesterday!
My friend loved the conservatory and garden. He was here a couple of years ago before the conservatory and garden makeover. He thought the house was great.
Hubby took him to the station yesterday morning. I had to go back to work because I arranged office refurbishments and the decorators were coming in first thing. The summer break is the time for me to do special projects like refurbishments, archiving, maintenance etc. Never a dull moment.
I am back at work after a couple of days off. My friend and old schoolmate from UP, arrived on Thursday at Honiton. I picked him up from the station. He took the Eurostar from Paris earlier that morning. He arrived in London Waterloo three hours later and caught the train to Honiton. It was a lot easier this time because we didn’t have to pick him up from the airport in Bristol which was more than an hour away.
I prepared spare rib sinigang for dinner. It was so funny because he was hovering in my kitchen the whole time savouring the aroma of the dish. He’s a good guest because he starts out by bringing some really good presents- excellent French red wines and 12 year old Irish whiskey for hubby and bottles of Maggi seasoning, Mang Tomas sauce and fine French chocolates for me.
He got along well with hubby and that helped a great deal. They stayed up late every night drinking and talking. Even Sam our dog likes him!
We took him with us to a dinner party to my colleague Jane’s house. He mixed in well there. Then we went to Glastonbury Tor and Abbey on Sunday. It was a hectic day but well worth it. We took Sam with us. Sam was still recovering from the hike yesterday!
My friend loved the conservatory and garden. He was here a couple of years ago before the conservatory and garden makeover. He thought the house was great.
Hubby took him to the station yesterday morning. I had to go back to work because I arranged office refurbishments and the decorators were coming in first thing. The summer break is the time for me to do special projects like refurbishments, archiving, maintenance etc. Never a dull moment.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Out of season cleaning
26 July 2004
I have been doing an out-of-season spring cleaning over the weekend in preparation for my friend’s visit this week.
My colleague (and good friend) Jane tells me that I have a spotless house but I am always amazed and horrified at the dirt and dust two people and a dog could accumulate. I washed down the windows and roof of the conservatory on Saturday. I have a telescopic sponge and squeegee that I use for this purpose. Imagine me on a ladder trying to get bird droppings off the glass roof! Then there’s the gardening! I do wish I had more time just to potter around the garden but the house chores need doing and I reluctantly go back indoors.
It took me ages to really clean the main bathroom. I wanted the toilet to sparkle, even in places where one does not have to see. I wiped the skirting boards, doors, picture frames etc, etc. I admit I am obsessive that way but I couldn’t help myself. I need to be in a very clean environment. My office is the cleanest and tidiest place in this building! In fact I ordered special box files for my bookcase so they all have the same colour and size. I also designed “official” labels—no handwritten labels for me! Even if we have a cleaner, I have a mini duster in my office and I dust around me. I just want everything clean, neat and very tidy. And no, I am not seeing a psychiatrist! I get stressed out with mess.
My other consuming passion aside from gardening is food. I do like my food. I miss Filipino food a lot. I think it is one of the best in the world but then again I am biased. I rate it up there with Japanese, Thai, Italian, Chinese and French.
I was watching UK Food in SkyTV yesterday when I came across this SEasian woman cooking what looked like paella. I knew instantly she was from the Philippines. True enough, the presenter (a UKTV Chef) was in the Philippines as part of her Far Eastern cuisine programme. In spite of my misgivings, I decided to torture myself and watch the show. There was adobo, puto, pancit, lumpiang ubod, etc,etc. It was a good job I was already cooking chicken curry when I saw the programme or else I would have suffered more! They filmed the segment in Negros and she ended up in Hidden Valley. So there I was alone in the house feeling hungry and very homesick.
I keep on kicking myself how I took pinoy food for granted all the time I lived there. I should have eaten all the lumpiang ubod, pancit malabon/molo/luglug, kare-kare to last me a lifetime!
My idea of pure pleasure is a large table full of the best pinoy food and all I have to do is to eat all day, preferably lounging in the beach with family and good friends. That, for me, would be heavenly bliss!
I have been doing an out-of-season spring cleaning over the weekend in preparation for my friend’s visit this week.
My colleague (and good friend) Jane tells me that I have a spotless house but I am always amazed and horrified at the dirt and dust two people and a dog could accumulate. I washed down the windows and roof of the conservatory on Saturday. I have a telescopic sponge and squeegee that I use for this purpose. Imagine me on a ladder trying to get bird droppings off the glass roof! Then there’s the gardening! I do wish I had more time just to potter around the garden but the house chores need doing and I reluctantly go back indoors.
It took me ages to really clean the main bathroom. I wanted the toilet to sparkle, even in places where one does not have to see. I wiped the skirting boards, doors, picture frames etc, etc. I admit I am obsessive that way but I couldn’t help myself. I need to be in a very clean environment. My office is the cleanest and tidiest place in this building! In fact I ordered special box files for my bookcase so they all have the same colour and size. I also designed “official” labels—no handwritten labels for me! Even if we have a cleaner, I have a mini duster in my office and I dust around me. I just want everything clean, neat and very tidy. And no, I am not seeing a psychiatrist! I get stressed out with mess.
My other consuming passion aside from gardening is food. I do like my food. I miss Filipino food a lot. I think it is one of the best in the world but then again I am biased. I rate it up there with Japanese, Thai, Italian, Chinese and French.
I was watching UK Food in SkyTV yesterday when I came across this SEasian woman cooking what looked like paella. I knew instantly she was from the Philippines. True enough, the presenter (a UKTV Chef) was in the Philippines as part of her Far Eastern cuisine programme. In spite of my misgivings, I decided to torture myself and watch the show. There was adobo, puto, pancit, lumpiang ubod, etc,etc. It was a good job I was already cooking chicken curry when I saw the programme or else I would have suffered more! They filmed the segment in Negros and she ended up in Hidden Valley. So there I was alone in the house feeling hungry and very homesick.
I keep on kicking myself how I took pinoy food for granted all the time I lived there. I should have eaten all the lumpiang ubod, pancit malabon/molo/luglug, kare-kare to last me a lifetime!
My idea of pure pleasure is a large table full of the best pinoy food and all I have to do is to eat all day, preferably lounging in the beach with family and good friends. That, for me, would be heavenly bliss!
Saturday, July 17, 2004
China Town blues
17 July 2004
The last time we visited Manila, my best friend and her husband took us to China Town in Binondo and Hubby thought that was the most interesting part of the trip. He loved the little shops and trinkets they sell. However, he was appalled at the pollution of the river. I have to say I was horrified as well and very sad that the local government does not seem to care! They had a similar problem in London years ago when the Thames was getting polluted. It took them a decade to fix the problem but they did it. Now the swans are back (by the way, all swans in Britain are owned by the Queen so no-one are allowed to kill them etc) and the air quality has improved. This also coincided with the prohibition of chimney fires, which polluted much of London air. There is a marked boundary between London and the Home Counties where chimneys are banned from being used. Good thing gas and central heating came into the picture. Anyway, I digress.
I suppose I notice the dirty streets more when I come home for a visit. It is not meant to be a criticism, just surprised that people put up with it. Correct me if I am wrong but just because people are poor, does it mean they have to be slovenly and dirty as well? The damage to one’s health and safety could be devastating. Simple things like not urinating, defecating or spitting in public areas should be enforced. The government should encourage recycling and pride in one’s environment. It is the same reasoning that I couldn’t understand why some people smoke. It is a slow way to commit suicide. I believe that it is possible to quit if you are disciplined enough. I remembered when I first met my hubby. He used to smoke a couple of cigarettes a day (mostly at night watching TV). I told him I was allergic to smoke and it affects my asthma. Since he really hasn’t seen me having a major attack, it was not an issue for us. He just made sure the room was properly ventilated when he smoked. Then he switched to cigars. He and my father in law enjoyed their cigars and ales/scotch after dinner. At one time I even bought hubby cigars from America. Anyway, one day he witnessed an attack and that made him aware of my problem. Suddenly, about four years ago he simply told me he quit smoking altogether. At first his father was sceptical because although hubby was not a chain smoker he had the odd one every now and then. But to his credit, he’s never puffed another cigar or cigarette since then. A year or so after that my father in law also gave up his cigarillos. We are now a non smoking family and my house is a non smoker’s haven.
What I am saying is people could change their habits if they put their minds to it. Smoking is an addiction and poisons the body like no other. It is not a normal way of life. Even at work I take a dim view about smokers. These people will be a burden to our National Health System when they get sick but then again life isn’t fair to those who wish to walk the straight and narrow.
Enough of my ranting!
Hubby and I are celebrating our anniversary in by staying overnight in the Cornish coast in Newquay. I can’t wait for the mini break. I’ve been working really hard and I’m ready for this.
The last time we visited Manila, my best friend and her husband took us to China Town in Binondo and Hubby thought that was the most interesting part of the trip. He loved the little shops and trinkets they sell. However, he was appalled at the pollution of the river. I have to say I was horrified as well and very sad that the local government does not seem to care! They had a similar problem in London years ago when the Thames was getting polluted. It took them a decade to fix the problem but they did it. Now the swans are back (by the way, all swans in Britain are owned by the Queen so no-one are allowed to kill them etc) and the air quality has improved. This also coincided with the prohibition of chimney fires, which polluted much of London air. There is a marked boundary between London and the Home Counties where chimneys are banned from being used. Good thing gas and central heating came into the picture. Anyway, I digress.
I suppose I notice the dirty streets more when I come home for a visit. It is not meant to be a criticism, just surprised that people put up with it. Correct me if I am wrong but just because people are poor, does it mean they have to be slovenly and dirty as well? The damage to one’s health and safety could be devastating. Simple things like not urinating, defecating or spitting in public areas should be enforced. The government should encourage recycling and pride in one’s environment. It is the same reasoning that I couldn’t understand why some people smoke. It is a slow way to commit suicide. I believe that it is possible to quit if you are disciplined enough. I remembered when I first met my hubby. He used to smoke a couple of cigarettes a day (mostly at night watching TV). I told him I was allergic to smoke and it affects my asthma. Since he really hasn’t seen me having a major attack, it was not an issue for us. He just made sure the room was properly ventilated when he smoked. Then he switched to cigars. He and my father in law enjoyed their cigars and ales/scotch after dinner. At one time I even bought hubby cigars from America. Anyway, one day he witnessed an attack and that made him aware of my problem. Suddenly, about four years ago he simply told me he quit smoking altogether. At first his father was sceptical because although hubby was not a chain smoker he had the odd one every now and then. But to his credit, he’s never puffed another cigar or cigarette since then. A year or so after that my father in law also gave up his cigarillos. We are now a non smoking family and my house is a non smoker’s haven.
What I am saying is people could change their habits if they put their minds to it. Smoking is an addiction and poisons the body like no other. It is not a normal way of life. Even at work I take a dim view about smokers. These people will be a burden to our National Health System when they get sick but then again life isn’t fair to those who wish to walk the straight and narrow.
Enough of my ranting!
Hubby and I are celebrating our anniversary in by staying overnight in the Cornish coast in Newquay. I can’t wait for the mini break. I’ve been working really hard and I’m ready for this.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
New Year's Resolution
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but I made an exception this time. I reckoned I had nothing to lose (and everything to gain) by walking around the University of Exeter campus during my lunch break.
After all, I was surrounded by stunning scenery and some wonderful gardens. So I plucked up the courage and walked my first step in early January. Exercise does not come easy for me. It was too much trouble I thought. Besides, I never had the time in the busy schedule, but that was when I didn’t make time for myself.
In spite of the weather and plummeting temperature, I found the walks invigorating. My lunchtime rambles allowed me to reflect on my life...the result which led me to create this newsletter. I want to share my simple but meaningful days with friends and family.
After all, I was surrounded by stunning scenery and some wonderful gardens. So I plucked up the courage and walked my first step in early January. Exercise does not come easy for me. It was too much trouble I thought. Besides, I never had the time in the busy schedule, but that was when I didn’t make time for myself.
In spite of the weather and plummeting temperature, I found the walks invigorating. My lunchtime rambles allowed me to reflect on my life...the result which led me to create this newsletter. I want to share my simple but meaningful days with friends and family.
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