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A tale of two sisters

2012-01-23T21:17:00.000-08:00

Sister and I

I come from a big family. I have six younger sisters and two younger brothers. You do the math. Growing up, I never really thought about them much except that they were a bunch of kids I had to put up with, look after and get along. Aside from that tiny detail about having the same last name and coming from the same set of parents, we are different.

I can't say I have a favorite sibling or doted one more than the other. Of course, after having witnessed one sister arrived after another, every couple of years or so, the birth of my two younger brothers were more than welcome. And I even get to named the youngest one.

With my number one support crew (?)

But what I'm going to tell you is not about all of my younger siblings. It's about me and this particular sister of mine. She's not my favorite or anything. It's just that we get along well that even if we're extremely opposite from each other, we still get to have fun.

Our grandmother doted on both of us, so that's something we sometimes talk about and reminisce the good memories we had with our cool granny. My sister and I never had a huge fight well, except for that time when I was so angry at her that I threw all her stuff out from our room. Oh, and there was another time too, when we both got into a heated argument that we ended up hitting each other. But the next day, all was okay again. And we talked and laughed like nothing happened.

We plan our days together in a way that we'd make the most of our time. Well, it's really me that's always saying this "Hurry up, sister!"

I really have no clear memories of my sister and I growing up together since I'm just three years older than her. We all have weathered various trying times in our life. Deaths of our beloved grandmother and father. Then the births of our nieces and nephews.

When she left for Canada, five years ago, something was amiss in our family. Still, life goes on, my sister embraced the role of a breadwinner, albeit reluctantly. And somehow, I also miss her company. Four years later, I followed her.

To start off 2012.

Looking back, I realized that we're meant to be together. Although, we don't get to see each other often, we always have loads of fun when we hang out. Tiya told me once that, it was meant to be, so we can have each other to lean on, especially on crappy times.

I'm sure that we get along fine not only because we are sisters. I guess it will be boring and not much fun if we have the same likes. Though it would have been nice if she also like running but I don't begrudge her that.

Yes, we are.

When I badly needed a good laugh, I go and see her. And not because she's funny-looking or something. It's just that when I'm around my sister, even the simplest thing or occurrence can be a source of fun. Whenever we hang out, we manage to talk and laugh just about anything. Then before we know it, it's time for me to go.

I don't think about how it would have been different if my sister is not here. I'm glad that she is. One day, I complained about how we're working hard and don't have the time to enjoy it. She simply said, "Let's make the time."

Good call, sister. :-)

reads to start off 2012

2012-01-15T19:10:00.000-08:00

Waiting for me ( not in vain, I hope )

If reading can be compared to taking a swig of alcoholic drink then, I'm in a perpetual daze of inebriation. Lately, I've been reading a lot and it helps that the local public library is just within walking distance from the house. Sometimes, I pick up books while out for a short run.

I decided to do away with the usual "resolution" thing that is always seem overrated at the start of every new year. Instead, I came up with this idea to write something about the books I've read lately. I'm still doing the POST-IT thing but I have yet to fill in the first page of my BOOK JOURNAL. I'm lazy, I know.

So, to begin with, I've read three books so far ( and more to come, hopefully ) I get them from the library ( now you can imagine, how my life would have turn out if this 'favorite haunt' wasn't conveniently located )

The Clan of Cave Bears ( Jean Auel )
A very slow read for me. Took me more than a week to finish this one. And I had to read another book in between to get away from it, for a bit. To break the monotony and somewhat dull pace of the story.

What keeps me going? It was interesting and you not only get to read fiction, per se, but also learn about the prehistoric people and all. And there's always that nagging thought to find out what happen next.

The Secret Letter of the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari ( Robin Sharma )
I read this one in while reading The Clan of Cave Bears ( of course, not at the same time ). I requested this from the library a few months ago. Finally, when it was available, I started reading it, the same day I picked it up. Well, I stayed in the library for a couple of hours at that time.

A great read for me and truly inspiring. I stick POST-IT notes on different pages of the book, filled with phrases I like.

A Secret Kept (Tatiana De Rosnay )
After I've read "Sarah's Key", Tatiana De Rosnay's first book, I know then, that I like the way how she writes. It just took me more than a day to finish "Sarah's Key" and the same thing happened with "A Secret Kept".

A fast-paced read and something I can't easily put down and wait for another time to get back to it. Yes, I stayed up until midnight with this one. And save the few remaining chapters for the next day.

Anyway, this enjoyable activity has keep me preoccupied so far, aside from my other love. :-)

Who says reading is boring?

Winter thoughts ( and it's not even winter yet )

2011-12-10T20:34:00.000-08:00

And loving it.

It's that time of the year again, where office Christmas parties are abounding. Christmas songs and carols on the radio ( that frankly, I'm tired of hearing ) 13^th month pays and bonuses are doled out ( which barely make a dent in the ever growing list of ____ ) Gifts to buy and secretly hope to get in return. Yes, definitely it is Christmas time once again.

I wish I can use a 'Port Key' or knows how to 'Apparate'. The 'Floo Network' would be neat too but I don't want the risk of scaring my mother or younger siblings to death when I suddenly leap out from the open flame. Besides, we don't have a chimney so. Now, you're wondering, what is she talking about? If you ever read Harry Potter, then we're on the same page. If not, well.

I found out that 'winter wonderland' is not what it's all cracked up to be. There's no amount of wonder left when you have to endure almost sub-zero temperatures and have to bundle up like an Eskimo. When the walks I used to enjoy this past few months now seemed like a torture ( because of the biting cold ) And I find that fresh snow is neat and all but once it turn to ice, you rather they're not there.

This will be my second time to 'endure' winter. I must say that the novelty of it all is gone now. What remains is the resigned acceptance of the fact that this particular time of the year has become a part of my life ( for as long as I'm willing to stay here )

Christmas?

While some may wish for a white Christmas ( just for the heck of it ), I miss the ones I had back home. Even if they were less than perfect, it was only during those times that I can feel that Christmas is really in the air. So far the best I had was of 2009. Perhaps because it was the last Christmas and New Year's I had with my family before moving here. Now that it's impossible for me to celebrate these two occasions with them, I try to relive it in my mind ( at this point I wish I can have access to a 'Pensieve' ). To recall every distinct smell and sound and the festive feeling that last until the wee hours of the morning. Funny, how you try to keep those memories fresh and as real as can be in your mind, if only to keep your present state more tolerable. Probably, all I'm trying to say is that I miss them and the semblance of a life I have back there, which is not much, I must say.

I will try not to feel nostalgic about it. Frankly, I don't feel anything at all. Someone asked me what are my plans for Christmas and all I could say in reply was, there's none. How about New Year's Eve? Sleep, perhaps?

So, what bring this seemingly despondent thoughts about this season? Nothing really. It so happen that Christmas and New Year takes place a few days after winter 'officially' starts. It's now getting too cold for me and it's way different from what I've been used to. It took me long to realize the stark contrast between the two worlds I've been fortunate to inhabit.

Anyway, there's no sense to feel miserable about it. I'm fine and happy where I'm at. And hopefully, my family is too.

November wrap-up

2011-12-01T19:03:00.000-08:00

I'm busy running and reading ( and of course, earning a living ) that I didn't realize that it's already December, until this morning. When I looked at the calendar and heard a Christmas song on the radio ( a first for me ). Okay, I lied. I must be so way 'out there' if I can't remember the days or months for that matter. Now, I have another 31 days ahead of me, to 'exploit' and enjoy.:-)

The opportunity to have your cake and eat it too comes only once a year. And you're not even certain half the time.

But before I get down and bore you with the details of what I'm up to this month ( I have plenty of time to do this later ), allow me to give you a snippet of what I did last month, not that it is extraordinary or something. You have the choice to either skip this post or read on ( and it will be much appreciated by me ).

So, as you know by now, November is my birth month. I turned 35, more than a week ago. My plan to run on that particular day did not happen. And it's not because for the lack of will. As expected, nothing came out from my "shameless plugging", oh well. I did get a birthday cake, though. ( that is something ) And I will be always be thankful that I'm still here.:-)

And I already miss this.

With regards to my running, I still keep at it. I have to contend with numb and raw fingers now. A runny nose. The biting cold that goes right through me. The sometimes icy road, when the temperature dip so low even if it's sunny. But then I enjoy my run and I'm happy with it, so it's a few compromises I have to live with.

Not a bad post-run munch with a cup of tea on the side.

My reading, on the other hand, is coming along fine. I try to read for a few minutes every day. And with the public library just a walking distance from the house, I'm rarely without a book. ( I can't imagine my life here without the library). I still update my Book List and manage to finish five books last month. Neat.

I welcome December with as much enthusiasm as I have for the past eleven months. It has been a great experience to live through them. What do you think?

What are you grateful for?

2011-11-23T19:27:00.000-08:00

"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have." - Frederick Keonig

I've been toying with the idea to come up with something about Thanksgiving. It's purely a coincidence that I decided to write about it at the time that Americans celebrate Thanksgiving. From where I'm at, this yearly occasion was celebrated more than a month ago. I'm not saying that I'm partial to them ( the Americans, I mean ) It doesn't matter to me anyway. Besides, I think that each new day ( however it turns out ) is always a good enough reason to be thankful for. And not just a specified date on the calendar.

I'm thankful for this.

I'm THANKFUL for...

RUNNING because it has given me immense pleasure and a strong sense of doing something great, not to mention crazy ( sometimes ). I'm only exceptionally happy when I run. ( If you know what I mean.)
BOOKS because I love to read. I can't imagine what my life would be if I don't read. And without books and the library.
FAMILY because I realized that no matter how my family is 'dysfunctional' at times, it would be pretty isolating and lonesome to not have them to come home to and belong with. Though at present, I'm far from them.

I will always be thankful for the chance to know my girls.

ANOTHER YEAR because turning a year older just means that I'm still here, alive and well. Always willing and thankful to live life, no matter what.
BEING HERE because I learned that any place can be as great or crappy as I want them to be. It's just a matter of perspective and the right attitude.
FRIENDS because even if I'm boring and all, they still take the time to get to know me. ( You all know who you are.)
HIM because when all is said and done, it all comes down to HIM. What I have, I owe it all to HIM.

Some of the happiest and carefree moments I had are those times spent with them.

"Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living." - Amanda Bradley

Anyway, I think I've said enough. So, let's hear it, "What are you grateful for?" And, let's have that turkey, already.!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!

I found 'love'

2011-11-15T19:25:00.000-08:00

No, not that kind of love. Although, I have now an idea what to reply if someone ( especially the nosy ones ) ask me, "How's your love life?" And it would be, "AWESOME!!!"

Especially not of that kind where you pretend you like someone and go all doe-eyed and act crazy. Okay, enough about that.

Cinnamon buns...bow.

I've always been fascinated about food in its various forms but not so much about how it is prepared. Once, I even told a friend that if she has devious plans to bring me down, all she has to do is put a plateful of something delicious in front of me and I'm finished. ( Thankfully, I'm not an interesting person to "inspire" someone into plotting my downfall. But then, despite my best intentions to stay invisible, there are people around, who can't seem to think of anything appropriate to say. )

Love 'em fruit preserves.:-)

Whipping up meals has never been my forte and as far as I'm concerned, not one of my skills ( as if I have any ). It would be a miracle if I can come up with something that's edible and wouldn't make someone choke.

So, it was quite a surprise, when for the past few months, I realized that I can be useful in the kitchen. It did not come easy. I had to contend with burns ( Not serious ones though.) and the smell of onions ( even if I like them ).

Bread and bread.

Now, I can prepare a passable mashed potato and gravy. I develop the knack for making salad and eating them. I bake bread and cookies. And cinnamon buns too. I pickled beets and made zucchini relish. Made some raspberry jam and canned peaches. On the other hand, dealing with meat is a weak point. I can't make a beef roast turn out right. Either it is under cook or too well done. And mind you, people here don't like their meat well done. So, I'm working on it. And based from the comments I get from them, I'm doing okay ( except if they're just being polite to me, anyway )

It does not take much effort.

I think, I'm slowly improving with my new-found 'love' that, I heard suggestions to hook with someone. Or that I'd make a 'good wife' ( whatever that means ) Ah, the irony of it all.

If it's up to me, I'd rather have something that only needs to be heated on the microwave and won't require a lot of clean up afterward.

Anyway, I found out that COOKING is not only about following recipes ( to a tee ) and hoping it'll turn out wonderful. It's more than that.

Talk about finding 'love', eh?

October "happenings"

2011-11-07T19:58:00.000-08:00

"October gave a party;

The leaves by hundreds came-

The chestnuts, oaks, and maples

And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,

And everything was grand,

Miss Weather led the dancing,

Professor Wind, the band."

- George Cooper ( October's Party )

I know I made a resolution to update my blog more often but it did not turn out that way. I find it hard to sit down and just write. Oftentimes, while I'm in the middle of something, my brain has this annoying habit of going 'bonkers' and ideas just pop out of my head ( and I don't mean that in a literal way ) By the time I decided to jot them down, they're gone.

So anyway, it's now November and it's amazing how days just seemed to sped by. Then out of nowhere, I had this thought, to come up with a short recap of what transpired last month. ( Not that it is interesting or anything. ) I just thought it would be a neat way to keep a record of what happened in the previous month. ( Hopefully, I'll keep this up. )

THANKSGIVING 2011

I had my second Thanksgiving in Nanaimo. Stayed overnight and hang out with the family. I had a great time. Stef was pretty good at mixing drinks.We played games after dinner. I had a few rounds of drinks and ate a lot of food.

KNIT and KNIT

When I started to learn how to knit, I got so into it that I was torn between knitting and reading. So much so, that I only read two books for this month. It usually take me less than a week to read a book but for once, while I read "Cutting for Stone", it took me two weeks to finish it and even had to stay up late one night, to beat the due date. Silly me. Anyway, I'm proud of the finish product---a scarf.

SHAWNIGAN KINSOL HALF MARATHON 2011
The last Sunday of October, I ran in my second half marathon for this year. I did not aim for any personal best or anything. I just want to run and enjoy the sights along the way, which was awesome, by the way.

After slogging it out for two and half hours, I got this. And a cup of coffee too. :-)

Running has become a part of my life. And it doesn't matter if I run alone or with a group ( though most of the time, I run alone.) I sign up for a race in order to run in other places and in the company of others.

Look at where running takes me. Awesome, eh?

HALLOWEEN 2011

My first Jack-o'-lantern. I wasn't even thinking about it until someone suggested that I should try and carve my very own pumpkin and so I did. At first, I thought it was a tedious task but it wasn't and I even enjoyed doing it. And of course, don't forget the treats. If you ask me, I'd go for "treat & treat" anytime. Who cares about tricks, anyway? Just saying. :-)

And now, off to the next one....

birthday is coming up ( now what? )

2011-11-04T19:59:00.000-07:00

"Our prayers are answered not when we are given what we ask, but when we are challenged to be what we can be." - Morris Adler

I woke up today and realized that it's already November. And you know what that means, I suppose. ( if you don't, never mind. ) It's now time to put on my thinking cap and flex my writing muscles and come up with this year's version of "the birthday wish" list.

Two years ago, I started writing about "what I want" for my birthday. True enough, my "wish" were granted. Somewhere out there, someone read this blog. And it was really cool.

Now, as I prime myself to usher in another year of my so-so life, I'm torn between coming up with another "shameless plugging" or just forget about it. Besides, I think I'm "too old" for the usual 'me want this and that on my birthday' list. Though, one time, I had this brief chat with a nice lady, that went like this:
Nice Lady: How old are you, honey?
Me: I'm 34.
Nice Lady: Oh, you look like 12.
Okay, I really didn't know how to reply to that except smile. I had this nagging thought, either I don't really look my age or my face reflects immaturity or something. I didn't know whether to be flattered or be bothered. Anyhow, let's not go there. We're talking about my birthday here, remember.

I don't have a list ( shock yet? ) And I know, come my birthday, it will just be like any ordinary day ( I'm the only one who thinks it's special ) I have no plans of going somewhere or doing something, except probably, go out for a run ( if the weather permits. I remember it was snowing last year.) Besides, I will be working at that day, so I'll see how the day will turn out.

Okay, now wait, I changed my mind. Scrap that "I think I'm too old" line. No one is not too old to 'want' something for their birthday, especially for someone who look like 12. :-) So, here's the 2011 version of my 'shameless plugging'. Don't worry, it's not a mile long.

I enjoyed all the books in the series. Recently, I decided to read it again. So, I'm on the third one and I already put a request in the library, for the next one. It would be awesome to have my own copy so I can read it anytime I want.:-)

Starbucks Stainless Miller Tumbler, 16 oz.

Stainless Steel Tumbler-Pewter 20 oz

I can't make up my mind between the two. They all look great to me. I'm so into coffee that if I can, I'd be drinking it the whole day.

A Book Lover's Diary

My Bibliofile

It just occur to me to start making some sort of a record or list of all the books I've read. So far, I only come up with a list and sometimes, I don't even bother to update it. I'm thinking, a journal. Let's see.

There goes my 'list'. Now, I'm not saying, I will throw a tantrum if I don't get them. It's just a list anyway.

And now, for the serious stuff, having a another birthday is a good enough reason to be thankful for. ( Of course, it won't hurt to get the books and the mug.:-) ) I don't expect too much of anything on my birthday and for the years to come, except the following:

Good health for my family and friends. And for myself too. ( I have yet to run a marathon, though, I'm proud to say this, I did 'survive' in my first ultra-marathon.)
The means and willingness to provide for my family.
To always "Be satisfied. Be grateful."
To "don't sweat the small stuff."
And to be able to run for as long as I can.

There I said it, now I can go back to.....

If my life is a mistake, I mean, a mixed tape :-)

2011-10-27T20:57:00.000-07:00

Only Time ( Enya )

Music has always been a part of my life. Well, ever since I got hook to it. I even have this thought that it's cool to have music on, while driving ( anyway, it's just a thought since I don't drive, yet )

Welcome To My Life ( Simple Plan )

It has been a constant presence in my every waking hour, so much so, that I broke more than a couple of headsets, way back in college. I used to have a collection of cassette tapes ( too bad, I don't know where I have stash them) I had music on while I studied for exams. Some said it was a distraction. In some ways, it was. I put music on when I come close to exploding with anger, to calm me down. When AJ was still a baby, I used to carry her and "danced" to a favorite tune, before I head to work.

Anything But Ordinary ( Avril Lavigne )

November Rain ( Guns N' Roses )

Sometimes, music brings me to tears. Other times, it brings back good memories shared with friends and family. Now, it helps me either to run faster or just cruise along.

Smells Like Teen Spirit ( Nirvana )

Ana's Song ( Open fire ) - Silverchair

The songs I have here are in no particular order. I chose them for the simple reason that I like them at certain points in my life. And I just come up with a few, otherwise, it will go on forever.

Don't Look Back In Anger ( Oasis )

"All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it."

Jean Cocteau

Updated Book List ( at last )

2011-10-17T19:26:00.000-07:00

“We read to know that we are not alone.” - C.S. Lewis

Since the start of this year, I put it upon myself to make a list of all the books I've read in a month. And I was able to do so, at least for the first quarter of the year, though. You can check it out here.

I think I'm lazy. Once I started to get engrossed in a book, I just completely zone out everything ( except my work, of course ) I have this thing of sticking a POST-IT note on the first page of the book I will read and jot down the title, author's name, date started and date finished. It's my way to keep track of the books I've read and the time it took me to finish them.

Somehow, I muster enough willingness to come up with the list and update it diligently. It's not much actually. I usually get the books I read from the library ( which has become my favorite haunt during my days off ) and some I buy from discount stores ( if and when I want my own copy of a book that I particularly like) And so, here it goes...

APRIL 2011

The Help ( Kathryn Stockett )
Up Island ( Anne Rivers Siddons )
And Thereby Hangs A Tale ( Jeffrey Archer )
Mirage ( Soheir Khashoggi)
Water for Elephants ( Sara Gruen)

MAY 2011

The Mermaid Chair ( Sue Monk Kidd )
False Impression ( Jeffrey Archer )
Someone Knows My Name (The Book Of Negroes ) ( Lawrence Hill )
World Without End ( Ken Follet )

JUNE 2011

Roots ( Alex Hailey )
The Kite Runner ( Khaled Hosseini )
Life Without Limits ( Nick Vujicic )
A Thousand Splendid Suns ( Khaled Hosseini )
The Book of Awesome ( Neil Pasricha )

“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” - Oscar Wilde

JULY 2011

The Distant Hours ( Kate Morton )
Sarah's Key ( Tatiana de Rosnay )
Marathon Woman ( Kathrine Switzer )
Any Known Blood ( Lawrence Hill )
To Be A Runner ( Martin Dugard )
The Hours ( Michael Cunningham )

AUGUST 2011

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan ( Lisa See )
Let's Take The Long Way Home- A Memoir of Friendship ( Gail Caldwell )
A Cup of Friendship ( Deborah Rodriguez )
Dreams of Joy ( Lisa See )
Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone ( J. K. Rowling )
The Splendor of Silence ( Indu Sundaresan)

SEPTEMBER 2011

Ancestor Stones ( Aminatta Forna )
Burnt Mountain ( Anne Rivers Siddons )
Kabul Beauty School (Deborah Rodriguez)
A Fine Balance ( Rohinton Mistry )
Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets ( J.K. Rowling)
Running on Empty ( Marshall Ulrich)
Prisoner of Tehran- A Memoir ( Marina Nemat)

My reading experience for the past few months has been wonderful and excellent. I cried when I read "The Kite Runner" and "Sarah's Key". I'm always transported to a different time and place whenever I start reading. I read about various subjects. Slavery, conflict between the Nazis and the Jews, and the ongoing struggle in Afghanistan. Then there's about India and China. And there's also about running.

I'll look forward for more great reads in the future. Many thanks to the South Cowichan Library here in Mill Bay!

Let's keep reading.:-)

SWIM.BIKE.RUN

2011-09-08T21:25:00.000-07:00

Growing up, I never thought of getting into any form of physical activity. I was content to play "patintero" after school. Ran around the school playground. Played hide and seek and "luksong tinik". And that's about it. Back then, the word "sports" was foreign to me.

SWIM
Learning to swim has never occurred to me, considering the fact that my family just lived across a beach. I could have just cross the road and swim to my heart's content. Unfortunately, it did not pan out that way. My Granny always stop us ( me and my younger siblings ) from going into the water lest we'd drown or something.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, I muster enough courage to try to learn how to swim, when the opportunity presented itself. I found out that it was cool. I had no qualms while I stepped into the pool, clad in a swimsuit ( which, frankly, was my first time ) Being in the pool is just amazing. Sherry, the swimming instructor was wonderful and made me comfortable while I try to get my bearings around. She was very helpful. I think so much about nailing my kick, that I end up stressed and stiff as a board, so she told me to imagine something I love doing ( which is running ) and just go from there. It worked. I had a great time.

I find that, learning to swim ( or swimming for that matter), entails a lot of hard work. Especially on my part since I'm just starting out. I expected not get tired easily, because I run, but I was wrong. After only a few minutes during my first lesson, I was already out of breath.

Still, it maybe a lot of work but it is loads of fun. I wish I can do it everyday.:-)

BIKE
I first rode a bike when I was about 9 or 10 years old or older. I'm pretty sure, I was still in elementary school at that time. There wasn't enough space in my Aunt's front yard so I just went around in circles. When my Granny heard about it, she forbid me to do it again. I could fall and hurt myself. There goes my first "taste" of a bike ride. I haven't ride the thing ( besides I did not have one ) ever since.

Then I moved to Canada and months later, I found out that I still know how to get on a bike and go for a ride ( though just around my aunt's neighborhood and not out on the streets) It felt like I lost something and found it again. I did struggle at first, to keep my balance, but after I get the hang of it, off I go. It was an exhilarating experience. I love the rush of the wind, against my face, when I pedaled fast. And the prospect of hitting into something give me a thrill. Now, that's weird. This was when I still live in Nanaimo.

Now, I live in Mill Bay, in a quiet neighborhood. And two weeks ago, I had another chance to go for a ride again. A friend let me borrow her bike. So, one day, I felt very brave and decided to go into the road, leading to the nearby school's parking lot. I figured I have ample space to work around there. In my excitement while going down the road, I went out too fast. I was overwhelmed at the speed I was going that I forgot to grab hold of the brakes. With legs straight out and flailing to the side, I was desperate to stop the bike but I was unsuccessful. I fell off it and crashed on the pavement. I bruised my left knee. So much for speed, eh? What surprises me was, I kind of like it. I mean, not the falling off the bike part but "going out fast" It was awesome. In fact I was more worried about the bike being wrecked and if someone saw me ( I wasn't sure if anyone was around at that time ) It was only later that I felt the pain and noticed the purple mark on my left knee.

It has been two weeks since that incident and I haven't been on the bike again. Not because I am traumatized. I'm just taking my time. Besides, I don't want the risk of hurting my knees again.

RUN
Now this is the best part. I don't need to ask permission from Granny to go out for a run. At least, not now anyway. Besides, she's not around anymore.

My first 21K race ( Scotiabank Vancouver Half-marathon 2011 )

I discover running when I was already in my mid-thirties. It came at a time when I needed something that I can do all by myself and does not need the company of others. I started running to hopefully, get in shape ( primarily to lose weight because I could not stand anymore the struggle I had when I pick out clothes and go for the largest size possible) But I was doing it wrong so I end up gaining more weight and hurting my legs.

After awhile, when I changed my attitude about my "running", I was transformed ( of course, not into a robot ) I began to enjoy my outdoor excursions and look forward to it. I even love it to a point. ( I have a blog solely for it.) Surprisingly, I lose weight ( without me stressing about it ) along the way and sparing myself from "stupid" diets.

Anyway, there's no question about running being number one on my list. But then, there's no reason I can't do the other two. I find that I enjoy doing them too, so I'm all for it.

I'll continue to learn how to swim and work on my biking "skills" ( going out into the streets without falling from it, hopefully) In the meantime, I'll keep running, for as long as I can.

And no, I'm not thinking about a triathlon.

A walk that ( we'll do again )

2011-09-04T20:01:00.000-07:00

On occasions that I go to Nanaimo, it's primarily to hang out with my sister and aunt, then of course, run. As always, my routines get out of whack. Stay up way past my normal bedtime and eat like crazy. But then, I'm cool with compromises as long it won't get out of hand.

So last Friday, for lack of something "interesting" to do, my sister and I agreed to go out for a walk. I already ran that morning but I'm still game for another outdoor jaunt. We armed ourselves with water bottles and brought along our mp3 players. We decided against taking Taco along because we're going on a new route, which was quite far.

We started at around 6 PM. The sun was still up and it was warm. I brought along my GF to measure the distance we will cover and the time it will take us.

Boy, we're happy to see this. :-)

We talked about almost anything while keeping up the pace. The walk is also my way of testing my new shoes while walking because I usually just use it for running. It was doing alright so far. I told my sister about the roads where I run on and she told me, "Naabot ka diri og dagan."

It was a relief when we finally get to the end of Departure Bay Road. We walked on the beach and stayed there for awhile. I took some photos and tried throwing pebbles on the water. I sat on a driftwood and stretched my legs. The sights reminded us of "home". After a few moment's rest, we went on our way.

Somehow reminds us of "home".

After more than 3 miles of walking, she's still game.

We encountered a steep incline and my legs started to act up. Yet, it wasn't that hard actually, because walking that uphill, my sister and I were laughing about something. An effective way to take our minds off from what we're doing.And we were mighty proud of ourselves when we got to the top. Our next goal was to get to McDonald's. I was already hungry at this time. ( Based from experience, I'm not myself when I'm hungry.)

Pit stop. A convenient ( though unhealthy ) way to justify our "walk".

I finished the chicken burger in record time. I'm that "hungry".

After we had our fill, we continued on our walk. It started to get dark. I felt a bit of chill in the air. I zipped up my jacket and walked fast. The trail we were on was dark and was only partly illuminated by the lights of the passing cars on the highway. We were worried because we don't have any reflective material on our clothing or shoes to make us visible. We did not take this in consideration and we underestimate the time.

We're kind of scared on the trail so we tried to walk fast to beat the time.

In the end, we had to take the bus and ride in comfort.

The trail felt like it was going forever and we were happy to get to the nearby bus stop. It was already past 9 PM and we don't like to take the risk of walking on unlit and deserted back roads. With only more than a mile left to our aunt's place, we took the bus home.

After 8 miles and more than 2 hours of walking, my legs were just about ready to give up. The bus ride home was a blur. My sister and I plodded toward the house, ready to drop.

The next day, she told me, I snored while asleep. I seldom does that, only when I'm so dead tired. I was still able to run the next morning.

Anyway, I'm glad to get to spend some time with my sister. And it's cool that we now have this activity we can do together. Besides, it's an inexpensive way to chill and just hang out.

My e-reader experience

2011-08-27T15:54:00.000-07:00

So finally I got hold one of them e-readers. Cool, eh? Well, actually it is more than cool if I may so. I'm happy I have the opportunity to try it before I go ahead and buy one for myself.

First, I commend the Vancouver Island Regional Library ( VIRL ) for coming up with this brilliant idea. They have this KOBO e-reader for loan to the adult reading public. How nice is that? Libraries are just awesome.

Since they first come out, I've been wanting to try one. Even went as far checking out the Chapters website and almost place an order. But something always stop me. The price, for one. And other reasons that somehow managed to make its way through my "I WANT THIS " state of mind.

KOBO e-reader

Anyway, the day I got the e-reader, I can't wait to use it. And it's a no-brainer ( if you know how to read and follow instructions ) And the library took the time to provide a laminated help sheet to better aid the users as they go along. So, it's pretty easy to use.

And now, if anyone will ask me, would I buy one?

Frankly, yes, if I have the extra dough to burn ( but sadly, no ) And if my reason for wanting to own one is just for the sake of keeping up with the times.

I'd still go for the ol' real books. I like the feel of the paper against my fingers when I turn the page. I like the smell of the books. I like the different textures that a paperback has compared to the hardcover one. I like the idea of a book having its own self through its print, the kind of paper use, the images used on the inside cover or jacket.

Convenience-wise, e-reader has its advantage. You can take it anywhere without an added weight. But then that's the only good point I can think of. Or maybe, I'm just not totally into it.

"Real" books will always be my choice. Whenever I pick a book and decide to read it, I feel that I have already establish a relationship or bond with the author and the story. And I don't feel that way with the e-reader.

Well, anyway, that's just me saying. Call me old-fashioned but I'd still go for the "real" ones.

Be direct if you must but don't forget to thaw....

2011-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:00

No name salad.

One of the things I am known for is my obvious lack of "cooking" skills. I am helpless in the kitchen. If there's a "Cooking for Dummies" book, then I'm sure as glad to get hold of one.

I recall an incident about the "frozen lasagna". I haven't bake a thing in my life so what I did was look over some recipe. Actually, I did not have to go that far. The people I work for before were kind enough to let this "slight handicap" go by. All I need to do was just pop it in the oven then set the timer and temperature. It was pre-made for my convenience. I didn't realize though that I have to thaw it first before the baking part. This is fairly common sense but sometimes, at desperate times, common sense fails me. After the timer went off, I was excited and ready to dig in, only to find out that it's still hard as a rock and cold as a corpse. I spewed out obscenities in my mind. I was hungry and of all times to messed up. Anyway, when I told my sister about this little episode in the kitchen, she laughed. We both ended laughing about it. Oh well... ( Note to self: It's not too bad to, sometimes, find humor in your mishaps and remember, don't forget to thaw... )

Buns for anyone who's game....

There are a few times in my life that it is more readily convenient to lash out at anyone or anything that somehow miff me. Oftentimes, when I do realize what I've done, it's too late to patch things up. Or worse, irreparable damage has been done.

I've been in certain situations, wherein I am tempted to rip someone's face off because of some discontent or misunderstanding. I can't deny the fact that no matter how I try to live in harmony with others, people do get in my nerves. ( Especially those who are nosy and ask stupid questions.)

One thing I learn and do know for sure is, it pays to cool off and see things in perspective, before readily launching an attack. I used to be hotheaded, that usually involves throwing things and slamming doors. I could get angry for no apparent reason and just went crazy. But then, I say to myself, I'm not going to be like this forever, every time someone or someone sets me off. And it can be exhausting really.

One way to cool off and be "ice cream struck".

So when I seethe with anger ( and feels like hitting someone or something ), I try to coax myself to think what it is that makes me angry in the first place. Try to look it in a different angle and mull over if it is really worth my time and effort. ( I know it's easier said than done. Since I arrive here, I find it that it's not really hard after all, if I will it to be so. And once I get over the first few minutes, I'm okay. ) Besides, when it's out of my control, I'm better off letting it go. It's a fact of life, sometimes, I don't always get what I want. I'm not saying that I'd deny my anger or pretend I'm not angry because that will only makes me sick.

So, anyway, if you're curious as to what happen to the lasagna, well, I ate it the next day. And I'm a happy camper.

As for "cooking" skills, I'm a work in progress. Fortunately now, I bake bread and chocolate chip cookies; whip up a passable gravy and mashed potato and come up with an edible salad ( with a few trimmings like pecans, raisins and pumpkin seeds )

I still can't "cook" but now remembers to thaw.... :-)

...my three "friendship" reads...

2011-08-11T21:06:00.000-07:00

I wish it's that easy ( like ABCs ) to walk up to someone and say, "Hey, would you like to be my friend?" or "Can we be friends?" or "Can we hang out?"

Maybe it's no coincidence that the three books I've read lately dealt about friends and the intricacies of friendships. I am loathe to admit it, that I too, need friends. After living for more than a year in a foreign country, I have yet to call someone a "friend". I have friends back home and I miss them ( but I try not to dwell on it so much )

So, here goes...

"People are not always obedient. We say one thing and do another. We feel one thing; then our hearts open in another direction. We see one thing but don't understand that blinders hinder our vision."

"Grief is what tells you who you are alone."

"What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part."

"You must be true to yourself even if it goes against the grain of what is expected."

"Remember that life is short and full of surprises. If you wait too long, opportunities fade like the setting sun."

I tried to come up with a book review but I draw a blank. All I can say, is that, having read these books, made me think, about the friends I have. A friend is not merely someone whom you have almost everything in common. Sometimes, a friend can be someone, whom at first, you thought it's unlikely for you to be friends with, but once you hit it off --- there's magic.

Enough said.

POWER of 7

2011-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:00

We're a fun-loving group that enjoy pretty much being together.

With nothing much to do, aside from my daily chores, I had this sudden thought to write about the POWER of 7. Yes, that's what we are, back in those days.

We've come a long way, though we only met a few years ago. After the preliminary introductions, we hit it off at once. And we managed to have loads of fun while in pursuit of the same goal--to finish and pass the Caregiving course--unscathed. I can say that it was during that time, I had the most fun in my post-college life.

It's nice to be with people you feel comfortable with. And know that they won't abandon you, when push comes to shove. ( Well, one time, they did not left me behind me on the curbside when I was so drunk to even know my way home. )

So, what is this all about? Well, I guess it's just my way of saying that I MISS THEM and our time together. And I hope we can hang out again, soon....

O Canada, you had me at hello

2011-07-01T01:03:00.000-07:00

First 'taste' of snow.

It's been a year since I first set foot here. Sixteen months to be exact. We're all too familiar with the phrase 'how time flies so fast'. Well here, "it" does literally flies fast. And after a year, I felt like a hundred years old and 25 lbs. lighter ( thanks to running ) :-)

Oftentimes, out of the blue, I can't help but smile when I realized that I am, in fact, here, a thousand miles away from the place I grew up and supposedly called "home".

Armed with just a bit of anticipation and excitement, I welcomed and embraced my new life in Canada. Actually, I don't have to "overhaul" myself or get culture shock. In some ways, I was prepared to met head-on whatever this "Canadian way" of life throw at me. Even before I came here, I was already "living it", if only in my mind.

Spring is finally here.

It's amazing what a year can do to you. When you live in an entirely different setting compared to what you've been used to. In my case, almost everything has changed. Fortunately, I did not have a difficult time adjusting to it. Somehow, it felt like I should be here all along. The years I've spend living away from home has prepared me in some ways ( well, that's what I like to think ) so I did not have to deal with a lot of homesickness. It helped that my sister is already here.

With my sister ( my partner in 'crime' )

I've been asked a few times if I like Canada. My reply is always, "I like it here." with a smile. And really, what's not to like? I like the temperate climate because I don't sweat like crazy anymore. The food? Well, I learned to adjust my palate to it. And I still get to eat Filipino food. I like the fact that I can just wear anything and no one would care ( not that I wear 'out of this world' clothes ) I like the beautiful scenery I pass by whenever I go out for a run. I like the fact that there's no traffic and no black smoke from vehicles to suffocate me.

Living in Canada has opened my eyes to a lot of things. Sure, there are things back home that I miss from time to time but that's about it. I learned to adapt myself to this new country if I have every intent to survive and make it. Coming here has afforded me the opportunity to better myself as well as my family.

Anyway, I can't help but point out a lot of disparity when it comes to how things are handled here compared back home. Of course, I'm not saying that I'm now partial to Canada but then, who knows. I will always be a Filipino but it doesn't mean that I stick to stuff that doesn't work anymore.

Being Auntie

2011-05-14T12:53:00.000-07:00

With AJ, Marielle and JR ( from long time ago )

As the world ( I'm not sure if it's the entire world exactly) celebrated "Mother's Day" a few days ago, I had this sudden question in my mind, "How come there's no such thing as 'Happy Aunt's Day'? ". I kind of toyed with it for awhile before coming up with this post. I mean, every woman at some point always becomes an aunt, before eventually becoming a mother or vice versa ( whichever comes first) And what led me to this musing? Well, I'm proud to say that I am an aunt. An "awesome" one, I might add. ( Though you have to ask AJ to confirm that, I suppose)

I'm fortunate to have grown up with two wonderful aunts around. I'd like to think that they have impacted my life and I wouldn't be what I am today without them. And I'm not saying this, just to be on their good side because I am already. :-)

with Tiya from way back when

Tiya is my father's older sister. I've been told that I am like her in some ways, especially in our passion for reading. Before I heard about Bones and House, I grew up on Tiya's stories. And I can still recall some of them. She has been instrumental in my love for books and even for writing. I know this may not be a big deal to some but to me, it is part of everything. Tiya has been unfailing in her kindness to us and I'm sure it's not only because we are her younger brother's children

with Mama, last November

Mama, on the other hand, is my father's younger sister. I really did not get to hang out with her until now ( well, only in my days off ) I thank God for that one particular day, when Mama taught me how to draw straight lines on a piece of paper and she noted how I did it well. She decided right there and then that I have a good head on my shoulders. She sent me to a private high school ( and also two of my younger sisters) and to a well-known university to get matriculated. Too bad, I had disappointed her in some of my choices. At first, I balked at the thought of her meddling in my affairs, without realizing that she just want me to have a good life. Fortunately, she hasn't given up on me. Now, thanks to Mama, I'm here in Canada.

My aunts have their own shortcomings and all, like everyone of us. Their lives may not be perfect but that does not discount the fact, that they've been and still good to us --- their nieces and nephews. And what's cool about them is that they never lord it over to us. They never throw it in our faces--all the help they did for us all through these years.

And I don't hear them saying, "Ta, it's now payback time." Instead, they instilled in me the value of paying it forward.

Now, that I am an aunt myself, I get to do what Tiya and Mama did for us. I have the opportunity to pay it forward to AJ, Marielle, JR, Jun-Ac, TJ, Marshmallow and Jandi (quite a bunch, eh ) And I'm doing the "auntie" part well. I am "Tata" to them, except for the occasional 'mommy' if they're feeling extra endearing to me. I am happy that I have the means to provide for them. The only downside is that I don't get to hang out with them that much. I am fair to all of them, though AJ can get away with anything, if I'd let her. Of course, I will not hesitate to smack her if she goes out of line.

Being auntie is something I did not look forward to, but when AJ came into my life, I embraced the part wholeheartedly. And that goes for the rest of the bunch. I just hope they'll all turn out alright.

Maybe if I have some clout, I'd designate a special day for all the aunts out there. But then again, I don't need the world to recognized how an "awesome" ( really? ) aunt I am. My nieces and nephews can attest to that fact and that's all I ever need. And I'm sure Tiya and Mama don't need the accolades, it's enough for them to see that we're doing good in our lives.

To Tiya and Mama, a big, big thank you.....:-)

What Makes You Happy?

2011-05-11T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable."

-- Leo C. Rosten

I'm at the point in my life (I'm in my mid-thirties, for Pete's sake!) where I can say that I have fully get a grip about what matters most to me. The "me should get this and that" phase has pass. Sure, I suffer from occasional lapses but it never gets to the point where I actually shell out cash for something I "think" I want, only to regret it later.

I think I have matured. I realized that happiness does not necessarily mean having "everything"( feel free to think about what"everything" encompass, to you). Of course, it doesn't hurt to have money.

So, what makes me happy?

a clear, sunny day
when I'm sweaty and hungry, after a tiring but awesome "long run"

My two girls, AJ and Marielle.

my new pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS 11 ( I don't wear them when it's raining because I don't want them to get dirty. Weird, I know.)
spend time with my sister and aunt ( and with Taco, too)

Nanay used to cook this for me back home. Fortunately, I still get to have it from time to time. ( thanks to Ferdinand)

read an interesting book ( except for those that I thought are interesting at first but turn out to be the exact opposite)
have a little chit-chat with my "folks" on the phone ( My family is far from perfect and there's nothing I can do about it. There's a reason I'm a part of their lives, in the same way that they're a part of mine.)

Running ( or should I say, jogging) towards the top of Sugarloaf Mountain Park. The view is amazing.

Coffee. I'm all for it, anytime of the day.
The smell of freshly-baked bread ( especially the ones I make from scratch)

Happiness is relative. What makes me happy may not work for someone else. And I learned from experience that it's not a good idea to based your "being happy" on a certain individual.

You are happy when you decides to be happy. No matter what the circumstances.

"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."

--Agnes Repplier

Now, what makes you happy?

...my "resolutions", so far...

2011-03-21T23:00:00.000-07:00

Three months had pass since I reluctantly, ushered in 2011. And I'm thinking, whatever happened to "my list", of which I blog about, obviously. Despite my best intentions, right after I click "PUBLISH", I totally forgot about it, except for one thing.

BOOK LIST

One place where I get most of the books I've read.

That one about making a list of all the books I've read. I realized that it's not really hard to do as long as I remember to take note what I'm reading. Books I've read since January of this year.

January 2011

The Girl Who Played With Fire ( STIEG LARSSON )
The Forgotten Garden ( KATE MORTON )
Last Night In Twisted River ( JOHN IRVING )
Predator ( PATRICIA CORNWELL )
The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest ( STIEG LARSSON )
The Confession ( JOHN GRISHAM )

February 2011

Of Love And Evil ( ANNE RICE )
I Feel Bad About My Neck And Other Thoughts On Being A Woman ( NORA EPHRON )
MiniShopaholic ( SOPHIE KINSELLA )
The Pillars Of The Earth ( KEN FOLLETT )

March 2011

Paths Of Glory ( JEFFREY ARCHER )
Secret Daughter ( SHILPI SOMAYA GOWDA )
Mockingjay ( SUZANNE COLLINS )
The House At Riverton ( KATE MORTON )
Mosaic ( SOHEIR KHASHOGGI )
I Remember Nothing And Other Reflections ( NORA EPHRON )

Note: I'm not "bragging" about this, though it seems that I am. Honestly, I don't. :-)

I'M STILL RUNNING

I'm proud to say that I have been running, consistently. Want proof? Check out my Daily Mile account and my running blog. Sure, I'd understand if you have the urge to shot back, "Who cares if you're running?" Well, I just thought I'd let you know.

WHAT BOOK REVIEW?

I've read other blogs, book blogs for that matter. And that's where I get the idea of writing a book review. I mean, the bloggers, really write nice reviews. And so I say to myself, why can't I write one too? Unfortunately, I am hopeless. Though I wrote something about "The Forgotten Garden" but I'm sure it won't pass for a book report ( remember, the ones we used to do in school ), let alone a book review ( the kind that makes people "want" to read the book ).

WHAT BLOG?

Lately, I can't seem to find the motivation to come up post for this blog. Not for short of topics to talk about. I guess I'm just lazy. Or worse, I have a lot of things in mind that I end up blank. Anyway, I'm trying to write as often as I can.

I'M A WORK IN PROGRESS

All that "kneading" is worth it.

In the kitchen, that is. I can't cook. An upfront admission. I am fortunate enough to be stuck in a job that--of all things--requires me to be "adept" in the kitchen. I can't say I'm good at what I'm doing but I'm working on it. Baking, for one, is a lot of work but fun. When it comes to food, I'd do anything or maybe not.

WHAT JOURNAL?

my Moleskine notebook

My Moleskine notebook is filled halfway ( thank God, now I have a "valid" excuse to buy a new one ) Actually, what's written on it is not entirely about the minutiae of my daily life. I wrote drafts of possible blog post. Favorite quotes. Again, I tried to keep at it but to no avail. I think, I can't do the "write what happen today" stuff almost daily.

So there it goes, the first quarter of the year, went by in a blur. I've proven that "resolutions" are just that, resolutions. And somehow, one way or another, they're bound to be ignored or followed. Whichever works for you.

Go figures.

...first time...

2011-02-10T22:37:00.000-08:00

Since I can't be without a book for long period of time, I make it a point to have one handy. I have put my library card to good use. The library is now one of my "favorite place on earth" aside from the bookstore of course.

Last week's visit to the library resulted in three books. From Anne Rice, Nora Ephron and Clive Cussler. I've read three books of Cussler before so I thought I could read another one. I've heard about Anne Rice, especially from the "Interview with the Vampire" fame but never actually read her books. I figured I could start now and read her works so I picked "Of Love and Evil". Nora Ephron is another story. I saw her on The View and I never realized that she's a writer. And someone told me that she writes well too. Actually, I borrowed "I Feel Bad About My Neck..." for a friend and after she finished it, I got into it too. And enjoyed it.

Anyway, I never expect to encounter the mention of God in Anne Rice's Of Love and Evil. No that there's something wrong with it. I like it though.
" Remember this. Talk to God. No matter how you're feeling, no matter what you're facing, no matter what happens to hurt you, or disappoint you or confuse you. Talk to God. And never stop talking to Him. Realize that because things go bad in this world, because they go well, because they come easy or they come with difficulty, well it doesn't mean that He is not here. Talk to Him. No matter how many years pass, no matter what happens, always talk to Him."

With "I Feel Bad About My Neck..." comes another phrase that somehow sum up what I feel about reading. Nora Ephron put into words what I can't do for myself and I thank her for that.
" Reading is one of the main things I do. Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape and the opposite of itself; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone's else imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss."

Reading is bliss indeed. :-)

...are you a "bibliobibulus" ?...

2011-02-03T21:56:00.000-08:00

What is a bibliobibulus? Someone who reads too much.

An awesome reading experience ever. :-)

Is there such a thing as too much reading? I have no idea what brings this question to mind. One morning, over coffee, the thought just popped out of nowhere. I'm guessing maybe it's from the sort-of resolution I wrote in my blog, that thing about listing down all the books I will read this year. So far, I got six already.

I'm thinking probably, this is what makes me so antsy, to read almost everyday. I'm not sure. So I wonder if out of this activity, I get "overdosed", for lack of a better word.

On various occassions, I get lost in what I'm reading at any given time. Whenever I fnished a book it felt like I've lost something. I can't be without a book for a long time. Reading is something very personal to me. And I hope it will stay that way.

From an editorial I chance upon, one morning.

For some people, reading is viewed as a boring activity, especially for those who are not into it. I have been asked more than once, why I love it ( reading, I mean). I always give the same answer. I love the feel of books and being transported to places I could only imagine. I also have my fair share of weird looks when sometimes, I get so animated with what I read and want to share it with someone and only get, a blank face in return. I can tolerate a mall if there's a bookstore in it somewhere. I remember once when I visited my sister in Vancouver and we went to MetroTown. After a few minutes of walking around, I got so tired and sat down on one of the bench. In the end, I seek refuge in a nearby Starbucks and slowly sipped my iced latte, while my sister went on with her "window shopping".

There were times that I declined my aunt's invitation to go out and prefer to stay at home and read. Frankly, I'm happier with a book than with a bunch of people I hardly know, unless it is "extremely necessary" to be with them. Then in that case, I have no choice.

Running-related reading from the library.

Nowadays, there are advocacies for reading. Parents are encouraged to read to their kids at a young age, some even before they are born. I grew up with no one reading bedtime stories to me. Still, I love reading just the same. I can't remember the exact time when I really get into it. But even then, I've always been fascinated with stories. Fortunately, I have an aunt who make up for what my parents were not able to do. My aunt is an awesome storyteller. And she loves to read too. Most of all, she's the one responsible for my "reading" addiction and for that I will always be grateful.

For the first time, I managed to read one article in this magazine about Timbuktu. Hmm..

So anyway, are you a "bibliobibulus"?

...way past my bed time...

2011-01-31T21:09:00.000-08:00

What’s the last thing you stayed up half the night reading because it was so good you couldn’t put it down?

I seldom stayed up late just to read but with "The Forgotten Garden" by Kate Morton , I made an exception. I tried to pace myself but just could not stop. And so I tackled the last few chapters way long into the night, fortunately, I did not have to get up early the next day, so it was all good.

Books, especially good ones, has this funny way of getting me hooked, that sometimes, it feels like, I'm oblivious to the world around me. Time ceased to exist and all I want to do is to be engrossed in the story.

...no particular...

2011-01-24T21:29:00.000-08:00

Is there a book you absolutely love, but for some reason, people never think it sounds interesting, or maybe they read it and don’t like it at all?

I can't name a particular book that I absolutely love that people showed a slight interest in , if any. I seldom get the chance to offer a book suggestion to anyone. Besides, the few friends I have are not much into reading.

Lately, I've been reading a lot. Sometimes, it feels like I'm required to have a "reading quota". Anyway, I don't mind it. I enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed running. :-)

..."meaty" or "fluffy"...

2011-01-16T23:05:00.000-08:00

Do you prefer deep, intellectual, “meaty” books… or light, “fluffy” books? Why? Give us an example of your preferred type of book.

I have no special preference. It depends on what I'm up for and my desire to read. Books that can't stop me from turning the pages is definitely a must. To name one, "The Forgotten Garden" by Kate Morton. I finished this book in three days.

But then, there are books that I can't just find my way around and let alone finish it. I just finished reading "Last Night in Twisted River" by John Irving and I'm not sure if it's "meaty" but definitely not a "fluffy" one.

I prefer books that makes me think and from which I can glean something.

...why I'm not smart...

2011-01-14T09:25:00.000-08:00

Current read.

I love books and reads a lot but I can't cook.

I feel like a fake or a phony. I read a lot but that doesn't say much about me. When people told me I'm smart, I really can't agree with it. I thought, they must be off their rockers. Just because I read a lot doesn't mean I'm smart. Heck, I don't even know how to tell if a baked potato is already cooked or not. ( now that's pretty odd, eh?) Sometimes, when I need it most, common sense eludes me. And I am left floundering, amidst the mess I've always managed to create as a result.

You see, I'm no cook ( or should I say it, I'm useless in the kitchen) And to me, this is some huge "handicap". To think, I find myself in a line of work where I'm expected to know my way around, from slicing vegetables to mixing flour. I mean, no one would really give a shit if I read a ton of books if I can't whip up a decent meal, at least once in awhile. And I bet AJ could not care less, if I read to her all the books in the "Harry Potter" series, if I ( her beloved aunt) can't put food on the table for her to enjoy. Of course, I'm sure she won't mind if we either go to Jollibee or McDonald's instead.

Probably, the only person who can tolerate my cooking.

I feel bad that when it comes to things that matters most ( like cooking ) I draw a blank. I am inept and obviously, lack real-life skills.

I have no social skills.

And I have no idea why. I just can't be around with people most of the time. I'm no recluse or something.

I can't speak my mind.

Most of the time, there are things or ideas I'd rather keep to myself than sharing it with someone. And it's not about trying not to "ruffle some feathers".

So much for my lament here. I know I'm not perfect and there's no point in trying to be one. Sometimes, accepting yourself is a far more easy thing to do than going through all the works of being perfect.

I can't change who I am even if I want to. And I really don't want to. Especially when it comes to the "love for books and reading" part.

Reading will always be awesome. :-) And if it will make me smart, then all the more reason to keep at it.

...The Forgotten Garden...

2011-01-07T11:24:00.000-08:00

Finally, it has come to an end. The weather outside seemed to take note of it. Fog, slowly descended, making the surrounding all the more dark and gloomy. Reading "The Forgotten Garden" has kept me on the edge of my seat, for three days. I told myself to keep a slow, steady pace, but no matter how I tried to curb my enthusiasm, I could not resist the temptation to turn page after page. Even stayed up late one night, to finish one chapter but ended up reading a few chapters more.

It is by far the first book I've read for this year that has made quite an impression on me. And what's more amazing is that, I usually don't just sit down and read a book in three days, tops. Oftentimes, a book takes me a week or more, depending on my mood and the circumstances I'm in.

"The Forgotten Garden" somehow struck a chord in me and I believed that's what keep me going.

Awesome read.:-)

...things I'd do in 2011, hopefully...

2011-01-05T21:08:00.000-08:00

Resolutions always abound at the start of the year. I even come up one myself a few years back but never get to follow it through. Let's just say I'm not good on seeing things through, not when my heart is not really into it. When I'm just doing it for appearance's sake.

Fortunately, I realized I've grown up a bit. Physically, it's pretty obvious. I've come to the point ( or I guess it's just me ) that want to be rid of the common notion that 'resolutions' are some sort of a destination that need to be arrived at. I, on the other hand, would like to think of it as something to be dealt with everyday, like an ongoing process.

So here's what I'd like to do for this year, hopefully...

Make a list of all the books I will read this year
Be consistent on my runs
Maybe, come up with a book review on books I've read ( at least one )
Update my blog ( often )
Make myself "useful" around the kitchen
Start a journal ( all the more reason to fill up my Moleskine notebook )

Anyway, these are all the stuff I can think of, for now. I'm not sure if I get to do all of it or maybe not. Let's see how this list will turn out. :-)

Happy New Year!!!

...I came, I bake and then, eat some...

2010-12-18T10:00:00.000-08:00

Have anyone of you out there thought about or even give a thought about how exciting it is to actually "keep busy" in the kitchen. Probably, "keep busy" is just too broad a term because I think it encompasses anything anyone would do within the confines of a kitchen. Am I making sense? I hope so.

I'm not the one who "keep busy" in the kitchen, unless it involves stuffing something edible in my mouth until my bloated tummy's content. Except for the occasional "frying an egg" or "cooking some rice", I can't hardly consider that as being busy. For someone who just only discovered two days ago, what "cream" means, the kitchen is really my least favorite place in the house, unless it's chow time.

I had my first encounter of some sort with the rolling pin and I have to say, it was awesome. :-)

For the past few days, I've been hopping around the kitchen like a bee. I had my first ever experience of baking some cookies. To most people who are pretty much domesticated, this kind of stuff is ordinary, but to me I had a swell time. I found the experience surreal to me. I've always been honest for my lack of "culinary" skills so when someone told me that I did good with the cookies, all I can do is grinned like crazy.

Getting my hands "dirty" was worth it.:-)

Hands were sore after all that "work" but I wasn't complaining.:-)

I discovered the wonders of the oven and the delicious concoction that comes out of it. I began to revel the sound of "ding" after it has been preheated and is raring to go. And of course, that other "ding" sound that signals whatever is inside is ready. :-)

When all the "baking" is done, it's nice to enjoy more than a couple of slices of chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on the side. Now, I'm "talking".

So, that's it for now.

...the first five days...

2010-12-10T14:16:00.000-08:00

For those of us who have spend almost a decade or more earning a living and supporting a family, being unemployed is not the least bit ideal situation to be in. What, with all the bills piling up and other stuff, it is imperative to find a job at once.

Lunch for today which Marilyn prepared for me: cottage cheese, smoked fish and pickles. For dessert, custard cake.

Fortunately, I was able to find another work without having to wait and sit still for a long time, twiddling my thumbs. Though, I had to admit it, the only upside of being unemployed, is I have plenty of time to pursue "running" and I can do so, as often as I can.

At present, I'm somewhere "southeast shore of Vancouver Island". A more than an hour bus trip from Nanaimo. Not really that far if you think about it but it can be a hassle and pretty much expensive, to commute back and forth. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm not going to visit my aunt anymore or hang out with my sister.

Beating your brains out to come-up with that 'word' is fun. :-)

So anyway, for once I had a first-hand experience as to what it feels like to be "in the moment". I'm not saying that I'm moving on auto-pilot before. For the past few days, I haven't been thinking about the usual stuff that pretty much takes space in my mind. Heck, I wasn't even thinking about my bumblebees.

For the past five days, I've been snapped at, once. Practically conversed in English all the time ( which I like actually). Started doing crossword puzzles which I found to be fun after all and challenging. Made chicken soup from scratch. Munched on 'raw' vegetables ( take note: "raw", the likes of green pepper, broccoli, carrots, mushroom and celery) Helped prepare roast beef for supper. Over-boiled the spuds. And the highlight of it all, cried in front of someone I just met a couple of days ago.

I never thought how refreshing it could be to be thrown out of your comfort zone. It felt so much more 'alive' when you're not just going through the motions.

From where I came from, being "nice" is really not on top of the rank when it comes to interaction with others. How often I am caught off-guard when anyone I meet here, always inquire politely, how I'm doing or how's my day. When saying "Thank you" and "Please" comes naturally. Well, I'm not saying people back home have no manners.

So far, the first five days is like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over my head ( in a good way). Hopefully, I settle into my new routine and surroundings here. And whatever speed bumps I may encounter along the way, I'll get through it fine.

...truth matters...

2010-11-22T10:07:00.000-08:00

What truths do you remember learning in fiction?

I've learned a lot of truths from reading fiction. And it is for this reason that I am passionate about reading in general. To some, who find this activity boring, they don't know what they're missing.

I read mostly fiction though I sometimes read non-fiction. From Taylor Caldwell novel, "Testimony of Two Men", I learned that society will treat a person in an almost aggressive manner if he or she is different and pursues the truth. People who are set in their ways are more hasty to pass judgment to those few who live not in line with their biased views.

After reading all the books from the Harry Potter series, I have to say I learned a lot from it. Friendship goes beyond having something in common. Family is important no matter what. Envy can blind anyone. Sticking it out through all that life throws your way is rewarding at the end.

Reading fiction is more than just letting your imagination runs free. It is also about finding connection with the reality around us.

...borrowing...

2010-11-18T06:59:00.000-08:00

Who would you rather borrow from? Your library? Or a Friend?
(Or don’t your friends trust you to return their books?)
And, DO you return books you borrow?

I seldom borrow books from a friend because most of them are not really into reading. At present, no matter how much I want to borrow from a friend, I can't because I'm new here and I haven't established new friendships yet.

I do borrow from the library here. It's pretty amazing actually. I never get to have a library card until now, except when I was still in school ( besides I did not really use it much)

My friends back home would trust me to return the books I borrow from them because I do. And I always treat them as if they're my own.

...THE SPY...

2010-11-17T08:19:00.000-08:00

"Discretion is survival. Defeats and victories should be observed, quietly, after the fact, at a distance." - Yamamoto Kenta ( page 249)

It took me four days to finished reading "The Spy". I have to admit, I enjoyed it immensely, that I woke up very early on the third day just to continue reading where I left off the night before.

I was never into reading about wars and history because it feel so long-winded and will bore me easily. It was a coincidence that I ran out of books to read and to while away the time, I decided to pick up "The Spy". I'm glad I did. This is my first time to read Clive Cussler's wok and to learn about him.

I realized that there's always something cool and thrilling when you venture out of your comfort zone once in a while. Reading this book is one. I've always been hesitant to read books or novels that dates back centuries ago, probably because I find it hard to make a connection. But with "The Spy", it was different. Reading it felt like I watched a movie. I did not expect it to be quite a page-turner. I thought that after reading a few pages, I'd put it back on the shelf and forget about it. I was proven wrong.

"The events we don't plan for are sometimes the best that ever happen to us." - Riker/ O'Shay ( page 284 )

Happy reading!

...read and learn...

2010-11-15T07:11:00.000-08:00

“What counts, in the long run, is not what you read; it is what you
sift through in your own mind; it is the ideas and impressions
that are aroused in you by your reading.”
(pg. 7-8, “You Learn By Living” by Eleanor Roosevelt)

What do you think about this quote? Do you believe this to be true? If so, why and how? And, if not, why not?

I like the quote and agrees with it. Reading is not purely the act of taking a book and read it, per se. It goes beyond that. When you start reading , you can't help but be involved in the story. I experienced it and it was great.

You always get to have something out from what you read. And it is for this reason that I enjoy this activity very much. More than once, reading give me the opportunity to ponder what's going on in my life and help me see things in perspective. It makes me think about things and let my imagination runs wild.:-)

...war stories...

2010-11-11T07:09:00.000-08:00

It is November 11th, known here in the U.S. as Veteran’s Day, formerly Armistice Day to remember the end of WWI but expanded to honor all veterans who have fought for their country, so …

Do you read war stories? Fictional ones? Histories?

Today is Remembrance Day here in Canada and I guess it's kind of similar with the Veteran's Day in the U.S. Anyway, to answer this week's question, I have yet to read about war stories. I saw a few books of Clive Cussler but never get around to reading them. Besides I'm not really a fan of war stories or even movies, for that matter.

...Are you spending enough or way over?...

2010-11-08T15:48:00.000-08:00

A blog I frequent suggested I check out several articles of interest… one of them which happened to be this one: “Trendspotting: Readers’ Spending On Books“. So — being the avid reader & book junkie that I am — I couldn’t help but click over and read the short piece about readers’ current spending habits.
My questions for today are ones that are asked at the end of this particular article:

What are your responses to this report? Does it match with what you –as a reader– have observed? With your own buying habits? When was the last time you bought a book? What did you buy and why?

To be honest, I haven't thought much about the "publishing" side of loving books. I mean, I love to read so I buy books ( if I can ) or borrow from the library. That's all there is to me. People buy books because they want to or like to. In my case, a lot of thinking comes to play whether I want to buy this particular book or not.

I only buy books that I want to have my own copy of, where I can make notes or marked important phrase or paragraphs. I could not anymore remember when was the last time I bought a book. Must have been a long time, I suppose.

...my quest to "don't sweat the small stuff"...

2010-11-05T11:06:00.000-07:00

With another month done and another just starting, I am compelled to take stock of what has been happening in my life so far. ( I guess long period of silence does that to a person, not that I'm in meditation or something.) I just find it comforting to reflect on things lately and sometimes, smile at myself for no apparent reason. Is this a sign that I'm getting older or just plain going nuts.

What I'm trying to say is that I feel like I finally grow up. ( Physically it's pretty obvious) I'm beginning to take things as they come and try not to resist them anymore. Accepting and letting go is far more easy than griping why things aren't. (Well, to be honest, I'm still working on it actually.)

The other day I grasp the harsh reality that I'm still hang up on things that aren't there anymore. I cried my eyes out and repeatedly blow my nose on several pieces of Kleenex. My eyes were puffy and red as if I had just an all-night drinking binge ( with the folks) Sadness descended upon me and somehow bawling my eyes out, keep it at bay. So this is how it feels to be sad? Am I sad? The feeling is unfamiliar to me so I have a hard time dealing with it. Well, there's only one thing I know how, run.

I always thought that I am this easygoing kind of person, who doesn't take things seriously and "don't sweat the small stuff". It turned out I am not. The realization caught me off guard. I am never the type who dwells much on my feelings and prefer to take things in stride. But now, I'm doing the exact opposite. And I felt helpless.

While going through my days, out of rote and just trying to get it over with, I chance upon a book that somehow "smack me in the head" and rouse me from this self-imposed crappy feeling.

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...and It's all Small Stuff by Richard Carlson, Ph.D.

I hope none of you would say something like this, "She had to write an entire four paragraphs of nonsense and it just all boils down to some stupid book" ( I certainly hope not.)

This book helped me in ways that I could never have expected from another person. Sure, it's nice to have someone to pour your feelings out, and hopefully, will listen to you. But based on my experience, it's hard because basically, people just tell you what you want to hear and that doesn't really help.

So I come up with these 10 items from the 100-item list in the book. They made a profound impact on me so I thought of sharing it with you. Anyway, are you still there?

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff (#1)

It's obvious why I chose this. Oftentimes, little things get on my nerves ( like someone perpetually late) that I end up becoming this horrid person. I'm currently working on this one.

Surrender to the Fact that Life Isn't Fair (#17)

Now this is fun. How many times have I bemoaned my abject lack of relationship ( ahem) No, seriously, I never complained about that "thing". Life is not meant to be fair, if it was, then we all have a pretty boring existence. I used to think that life dealt me all the wrong cards. How? I want NikonD90 but can't afford one. Want everything to stay the same yet it completely changes overnight. Want washboard abs but got flabby ones. ( No offense to Pooh and Po) Tough, I suppose. Then, I realized that if only I can "accept" the realities of life not being fair, I'm all set to go. Frankly, I kind of already. I mean, slowly starting to "accept" it.

Life is a Test. It is only a Test. ( #32)

If only it comes with some sort of study guide to prepare us for the bumpy ride ahead. But since it does not, it's up to us to forge our own way. One thing I learned though, that for every speed bump that I managed to get through, no matter how muddied, scathed or bloodied I've become, there's that satisfied feeling knowing that I rise to the occasion ( with a bit of squirming along the way) and pass the test, hopefully.

Be Flexible with Changes in your Plans (#65)

Not really that appealing when you're set on your ways. I mean who would want to get all their plans thwarted. Not me. But then, there are times that our plans don't pan out the way we want them to be. I had a hard time dealing with this one. I always want my plans to push through. In the end, I learned that it's not the end of the world if my plans go out of whack. The best thing to do is just to go with it. I know, it's easier said than done. So I try not to think so much about it and just do it rather than mope about it.

Think of What You Have instead of What You Want (#66)

This got me to do a lot of serious thinking. I admit it, I have a long list of "wants", that most of the time, I fail to think and ask myself if I really want them. The feeling of wanting something that bad, drove me crazy. Fortunately, I had the good sense to take things in perspective. I still pine for things that I wish I have, from time to time, but not that persistent anymore. I think it pays to appreciate first what I have at the moment instead of wishing for things that I may or may not want after all. (But I'm still "getting" that Nikon D90, one of these days.)

Be Happy Where You Are (#69)

Madison and California

It strike me most at this point in my life. All that were familiar to me are not there anymore. Even my friend is slowly "letting go" ( as she put it) of me. For someone strongly hinged on routines and all things familiar, I feel like a top, spinning out of control. After I mull over things, I come to the conclusion that, I alone is responsible for my own state of being, however I choose. For sure, outside factors always come into play but it's up to me, how to deal with them. I guess I can always take a cue from Madison and California. I'm pretty sure they're happy where they are.

One More Passing Show (#90)

"What was that? Oh, okay I got it." This is usually what comes to mind when I realized that I barely missed, stepping on a small pipe of dog poop left by Coco on the hallway, as I staggered out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and half awake. Yes, part of my job is picking up dog poop. How cool is that. Months ago, the smell and sight of dog poop would sent me scurrying away and I never realized that I'd be picking them, any time of the day, like it was one of the most ordinary thing for me to do. I can't help but think, so this is what I got after slaving four years in college. Great. I've become a certified poop picker. Anyway, it's all up to me to decide how to go about it. I can choose to be miserable or gladly embrace it, with the thought that it's just "one more passing show".

Be Open To "What Is" (#96)

Accepting things as they are is pretty hard. I always wrestled with myself when it comes to this. My sometimes "idealistic" thinking leads me to view things according to what I think it is suppose to be. I assure you, it leads to a lot of disappointments and missed lunches, not to mention things thrown or doors slammed in anger. If I can help it, I try not to dwell so much on "what is suppose to be" but rather focus on just "what is". Period.

Mind Your Own Business (#97)

I like my privacy respected. If there's one thing I'm averse to, it is being quizzed like I'm on the hot seat. Then out of nowhere, I'm doing it myself. It took the phrase "Mind your own business" thrown at my face (when I become too nosy), to let me think for a moment ( and this happened when I doggedly grill my friend about her supposed-to-be nonexistent love life) Serves me right, I suppose. Now, I make it a point to think twice first before offering comments or help, especially if I'm not ask. All the more reason to keep my mouth shut.

Look for the Extraordinary in the Ordinary (#98)

This is neat. What could be so extraordinary about waking up early in the morning, to some it is a drudge. But I have no misgivings doing it because who could not marvel at the sight of this.

Stepping on dried leaves is ordinary but I have lots of fun doing it. Just hearing the "crunch" sound they made, put a silly grin on my face. Sipping my first cup of coffee is way beyond ordinary. Well, at least to me, anyway.

So, anyone of you reading this, asleep now? Hope not. I'm just so affected by the book that I thought of sharing some part of it, along with my "insights'. If you feel up to it, you can check the book out and read it yourself. Who knows, it may also "smack you in the head".

Happy reading. :-)

...good or bad...

2010-11-04T07:17:00.001-07:00

I’ve seen many bloggers say that what draws them to certain books or authors is good writing, and what causes them to stop reading a certain book or author is bad writing. What constitutes good writing and bad writing to you?

There have been a lot of times that I stop reading a book because I'm not totally sold out to the way it was written. I can't really say with absolute certainty about what constitutes good or bad writing, since I'm not in the position to do so.

Reading something "good" can be compared to waking up to a beautiful sunrise :-) ( to me, anyway)

Based from my readings so far, what constitutes "good" writing to me is when I can't seem to put the book down. When there's this need or anticipation in me to finish at least a chapter I am currently reading or better yet, to finish the book in one sitting. I have experienced it before and it felt great. And I love the fact that I am in my own "reading" world.

Bad writing on the other hand, I guess, is when I just skim through the book and skip pages. And I can't wait to put the book down and get it over with. There were some books I've read that I can't seem to get through (or maybe it's just me).

One example, I tried reading Jane Austen's Mansfield Park but did not finished it. And I don't suppose it's about bad writing. I think I just like Pride and Prejudice ( yes I finished it and "love" it) better than Mansfield Park. :-)

...special reads...

2010-11-01T07:51:00.000-07:00

Do you have any special reading that you do as it gets closer to Christmas? If so, tell us about it! And, if not, tell us why not!

I really don't have any special reading line up for the holiday season. I think I'll read whatever it is that I can get hold of. It will be my first time to celebrate Christmas here so I'm kind of looking forward to it. With the snow and all, I'm thinking of stuff to do outdoors, so let's just see.

But if it gets cold for me, I can always curl up in a corner, all warm and comfy, with a good book. Then lots and lots of coffee. :-)

...skeletons...

2010-10-28T09:56:00.000-07:00

In honor of Halloween this weekend:
What reading skeletons do you have in your closet? Books you’d be ashamed to let people know you love? Addiction to the worst kind of (fill in cheesy genre here)? Your old collection of Bobbsey Twin Mysteries lovingly stored behind your “grown-up” books? You get the picture … come on, confess!

I'm not sure if I have it in my closet. :-) There are books that I'd love to read but I can't just let it be known to other people not because I'm ashamed but because I don't want them conjuring wayward thoughts about me, based on what I read.

I used to love reading Hardy Boys way back in high school. Then moved on to some serious stuff eventually.

...I love the phrase "shameless plugging"...

2010-10-26T18:17:00.000-07:00

Two weeks before my birthday last year, I had the gall to write a post about what I want for my birthday. Suffice to say that I got it all. I can't recall anymore if I got drunk at that time. One thing I did remember well though, I was happy. I had an "awesome" birthday. :-)

A month from now, I'm getting a year older ( God willing ). Nothing much has changed for the past year, except for my location at the moment. I'm miles away from my family and friends now, so that's kind of a bummer. Though, I have my sister and aunt here. But still.

Anyway, I'm not going to be melodramatic here. The sole purpose of churning out this post is to get across my birthday wishes ( "ahem" ) to those people who find me 'special' somehow ( Well, they did not really say it to me. I just assumed it)

For this edition of my shameless plugging, I'm doing away with the "list". It's kind of boring to look at and overwhelming. One thing I learned after my seven months of stay here is to say what you want, up front. ( doesn't really matter if you get it right away, at least you tried). So indulge me for a few minutes of your precious time here, after all, my birthday is coming up...

Stieg Larsson's Millenium Trilogy ( doesn't have to be the exact image above, paperback is fine with me )

NOOK ( If you're curious, click here.)

The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene ( I already have Greene's two other books. I just thought I should also read this one. And please, don't think I'm out to seduce anyone.)

So there goes my 'birthday wishes'. I think it's not that complicated actually. And not that many compared to what I had made last year. Anyone can have their own way at looking this. To some, it may be too extravagant and unreasonable. Hence, the title "shameless". Go figures.

Now unto more serious stuff. My world will not fall apart if I don't get all those things I mentioned above. And I can get by without them ( There's always the library. What's the point of my library card if I don't use it?) I just love the sound of "birthday wishes" :-)

What I really want is not just for me, per se. I find it more fulfilling and meaningful to share what I have with my family, especially now. So to reiterate what I wrote last year with some revisions:

Good health for my family and friends. And for myself too. ( I haven't forgotten my 'lofty' goal of running a marathon before I reach 40 ( puhon2x) )
The means and willingness to provide for my family.
Hopefully, I will realize that all what is happening to me now is just "one more passing show" and that I should not feel so bad about it.
To always "Be satisfied. Be grateful."
And lastly to "Don't sweat the small stuff...and it's all small stuff."

Hope I did not bore you senseless with my "shameless plugging" for this year. Happy reading and thank you for indulging me...:-)

...lost count...

2010-10-25T08:33:00.000-07:00

About how many books (roughly) would you say you own? (If you don’t have a clue how many, do you care to know? Why, or why not?)

I can surely say that I own more than ten books ( roughly). I lost count of them actually. I'm not really in the habit of keeping track how many books I have, except for those ones that I really "care about" ( meaning they're with me right now) When I moved here in Canada, I had to make the difficult decision to leave all my books behind and brought only those I want with me.

At present, I'm still in the habit of buying books, especially those I see in the thrift store here. So I'm starting to accumulate a few already.

...I prefer foreign...

2010-10-21T08:01:00.000-07:00

Name a book (or books) from a country other than your own that you love. Or aren’t there any?

All of the books I've read and those to be read yet are foreign. Where I came from, English is our second language and used in schools. I'm grateful for that. I would be missing a lot of good stuff if it wasn't.

I think it would be cool to learn other languages too, like French or Latin perhaps. But for now, I'd stick with English first.

...I like them all...

2010-10-18T08:02:00.000-07:00

Do you prefer hardcovers, trade paperbacks (the bigger ones), or mass market paperbacks (the smaller ones)? Why?

I don't have any preference though I have to say, I don't quite understand what trade paperback means. I'm not sure if I have seen it already and did not know it.

My collection includes both hardcovers and paperbacks ( the smaller ones). I would have wanted to get a hardcover copy of every book I want but sometimes, I need to be practical so I settle for the paperback.

And since getting my library card, I haven't been buying book lately, except if there's really something I want to read and have my own copy.

...I'm thankful for...

2010-10-11T10:47:00.000-07:00

In regards to books, reading, the publishing industry, etc… What are you most grateful for? Why? Have you ever done anything to tangibly show your appreciation?

I'm thankful for the love of reading. I wouldn't be the way I am right now if I don't read. Life has been more exciting because I read. I'm thankful for my Aunt who showed me the joy of reading and encouraged me to read more.

I'm thankful for the people responsible in coming up stories. People who are behind the process of the finish product--a book.

I show my appreciation through reading as often as I can. And buy books that I really want to have...:-)

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

...travel read...

2010-10-07T09:11:00.000-07:00

When you travel, how many books do you bring with you?
Has this changed since the arrival of e-books?

I don't usually travel. Going home for a short visit is somehow considered "travel" for me. I always make it a point to think about bringing some books when I go home but at the last minute ( while packing) I changed my mind, except if there's a book that I do want to "really" read.

With regards to the e-book, I have to try it yet. I guess its cool to have and it is convenient. Maybe if I can afford one in the future. As for now, I still prefer the "real" books.

...one fine weekend with sister...

2010-10-05T09:09:00.000-07:00

My lunch of choice. Somewhat messy plate of Vietnamese fare( roll, tofu in tomato sauce, rice and veggies)

Since arriving here almost seven months ago, it was always my sister who visited me in the island during her days off. I've been to the mainland twice but not by myself.

Last Thursday, out of the blue, I decided to pay my sister a visit. Since I have free time at the moment, why not? Plus, I find the thought of going on a trip alone, appealing and somewhat refreshing. Friday afternoon, I found myself in the 3:10 PM ferry trip to Horseshoe Bay. My sister and I agreed that, she will meet me downtown. I was filled with anticipation and excitement. It was kind of strange.

Lions Gate Bridge. Reminds me of Brooklyn Bridge in NYC. Coincidence?

The moment I got off the bus, there was a surge of adrenaline rush. People just came rushing either way. Then I saw my sister on the corner and we were all smiles. I felt like I was in NYC ( just keep dreaming) while walking on the streets of downtown Vancouver.

Reminded me of some scenes in a movie.

We spent the whole Saturday afternoon at Stanley Park. We had lunch at Pacific Center then walked toward the park, afterward. It was a perfect day to be out and about. I had my jacket on even if it was kind of warm. The only downside of that visit was my headache which I had the moment I got off the bus Friday evening until Saturday mid-morning. But I paid it no mind. The sights of Stanley Park is just awesome. I took a lot of pictures and covered more than 10 kilometers ( I think) on foot. My sister and I were both dog-tired when we finally got home. She complained about her feet hurting. My legs hurt too and I even snored when I was asleep that night ( which I rarely does). The next morning, I felt like I ran a marathon the day before.

Sister and I. The only photo we had, together. A stranger took this one.

I had a great visit with my sister. Getting on the SkyTrain was nauseating to me but I got no choice. Watching her, navigating through the streets, with me behind, I can say that she's pretty well-adjusted with the fast-paced city life. She even told me that she'd prefer residing there compared to the island.

She had fun.

While I nursed my headache, I arrived at the conclusion that maybe, I'm not cut-out for the hustle and bustle of city life, that probably, I'm already attuned to the laid-back life I have in the island.

Anyway, I have plans of going back there again. And go back to Stanley Park. :-)

Well, let's see.:-)

...cozy read...

2010-10-04T10:46:00.000-07:00

What’s your favorite “cozy” book — and, by that, I’m meaning “curl-up-on-a-cold-day comfort read“? Or, if you don’t have a particular book, what genre do you most feel like reading when the weather starts to turn colder?

I have no favorite "cozy" book. It will be my first time to experience cold weather now so I have no idea what to read when it gets colder. Any suggestion?

I guess I'll read whatever I feel up to. Or something interesting. :-)

...reading "series"...

2010-09-30T09:11:00.000-07:00

If you read series, do you ever find a series “jumping the shark?” How do you feel about that? And, do you keep reading anyway?

I read series like, Harry Potter and the Twilight saga. With Harry Potter, I have no complaints. The plot and characters of the story turned out the way it was supposed to be. With regards to the Twilight saga, I think I find it "jumping the shark" and I got to the point of deciding not to read it anymore but I changed my mind. I read the last book just to see how it turned out in the end.

Reading a series is kind of fun in some way. And I do it from time to time.

Anyway, I learned something cool from this today's question, "jumping the shark".

...family, how do I love thee, let me not count the ways...

2010-09-27T17:45:00.000-07:00

"Isang Kahig, Labing Isang Tuka", I saw this show on the TFC channel at the incessant prodding of my aunt. She told me that while watching the show, it reminded her of my mother and all of us, the nine children.

Yes, we are nine in the family. I used to be embarrassed when anyone ask how many siblings I have. I learned to improvise and I always have the ready answer "isa ka batalyon" ( translation "nine"). I did this to abort any further query. And the one asking would just give me an amused smile.

Months after I arrived here in Canada, one of the grandkids of my employer, asked me how many we are in the family and when I told her "Nine", she had this dumbstruck expression on her face and exclaimed, "Your mother must be crazy." It was my turn to be amused so I just smiled at her. Actually, my mother is the sanest person I know. And I'm not just saying this because she's my mother.

Watching the show, transported me back to the time, when while I was busy growing up, a new baby sister would arrive every couple of years or so, then later on, my two younger brothers. The "talk" circulating at that time in our household was that my father was looking for a boy, so he and my mother kept trying for one. Unfortunately, they kept missing and my brothers took a long time in coming.

Growing up with six younger sisters and two younger brothers ( yes, I'm the eldest) is no walk in the park. I had to balance my precarious position or otherwise I will have to faced a mutiny. I never acted like I'm the oldest child except later on, when we were all growing up. Early on in life, I realized that with every arrival of a new baby, I was positioned farther away from my parents and I accepted that.

Until now, I still don't know how my mother managed it. Or my late father for that matter. I remembered how she deftly managed to divide ( in equal portion) one whole piece of "Cassava cake" and when I got my share, I stared at the matchbox-sized piece of cake in dismay, then realizing all of us had the same share, I ate it with no second thought. I used to asked my mother how come she would not make a fuss when me or one of my siblings got sick (we're talking coughs and colds here, folks) and would just hand us Biogesic and told us to drink lots of water. Unlike my aunt, who got worried at once and fussed around my cousin when she had colds. I recalled one incident while I was still in elementary or high school ( I can't remember anymore) when I woke up in the middle of the night, because I wasn't feeling well and I couldn't sleep. I went to where my mother was sleeping, one of my younger sister was sleeping beside her and I tried to make some space and snuggled beside her. Somehow, being close to my mother offered me some comfort ( never mind that her back was on me) and I was finally able to sleep.

I know my parents were not perfect. They have their own faults and shortcomings. Hats off to them for bringing us all here. I'm sure they could get rid of us if they wishes to and yet they decided to keep us. I read somewhere that children are a blessing, I hope my folks feel that way with us, their children. ( I may ask my mother about this to be sure. )

But what we lack from our parents, we got it through our grandmother and aunts and uncle. Fortunately, our grandmother doted on us and somehow make up for the lag. And we got aunts and uncle who are nice to us. Of course, there were disagreements ( who hasn't) but they pale in comparison to the kindness they showed on us.

My siblings and I had to make the most of what we have, while growing up. We learned to be content and happy with whatever our parents provided for us. Though there were times that I feel resentful. Like the time during high school when I had to diligently count the number of pages in a pad of intermediate paper so I could divide it equally between myself and my two younger sisters. My father only bought us one pad and would make a ruckus if we kept asking for a new one, every now and then. Still, we all survived high school with that arrangement.

Life was pretty much chaotic at that time. And it still is now. With my three nieces and three nephews, running around the house, my mother commented that she's back to round one. She may complained about it but I know she wouldn't have it any other way. That's my mother.:-)

Whenever my sister and I hang out together and talked about all those times, we just laughed about it. Somehow, having all the memories to come back to is comforting, especially now, that we're miles away from home. Though sometimes we feel bad about what we had to endure because of our "number", still, we're thankful. Not everyone have the same experience like we had.

When all is said and done, my family is all I have.

...group suggestion...

2010-09-27T15:25:00.000-07:00

If your book group asked you to bring two (2) suggestions for group reads to your next meeting, what two books would you suggest? Why?

I don't belong in a book group at the moment but if I do, I will suggest the Millennium Trilogy ( so that makes it three books) of Stieg Larsson, namely "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" ; "The Girl who played with Fire" and "The Girl who kicked the Hornet's Nest".

I've read good reviews about these books and I think it would be cool to discuss it with the group, to pick each other's brain, that sort of thing. Probably, I'll just read it by myself when I can get my hands on them. :-)

...I am reading...

2010-09-23T07:49:00.000-07:00

What are you reading right now? What made you choose it? Are you enjoying it? Would you recommend it? (And, by all means, discuss everything, if you’re reading more than one thing!)

Since I got my public library card I've been borrowing any books I can think of. I fully intend to make use of this cool service which I haven't tried back home. Anyway, unto the question, I'm reading Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic Takes Manhattan. Actually, I borrowed three of her books from the library, the ones I haven't read yet.

I enjoyed immensely the first book I've read from the author and I was jumping with joy when my sister told me that she still have other books from the same author. Eventually, I finished reading them all and was thirsting for more. The library comes in handy.

I like Kinsella's humor and find myself laughing out aloud while reading. For anyone who wants some light and funny reading, then go ahead, give it a try.

And when I got tired of laughing, I read other stuff, not necessarily books. I hopped from RW magazines to the other books I have. Then when I feel like I need a dose of fun then I go right back to Kinsella. Though I have to finished them before their due date to avoid fines. :-)

Happy reading to all!!!

...love 'em or hate 'em...

2010-09-20T08:42:00.000-07:00

What makes you love / hate a character in a book?

I love a character who makes me feel what he or she is going through in the story. Someone who keeps me thinking what he or she is up to.

I hate a character who makes everyone else life miserable in the story. Someone who did bad stuff and still get away with it.

...family matters...

2010-09-11T17:03:00.001-07:00

“No matter what you’ve done for yourself or for humanity, if you can’t look back on having given love and attention to your own family, what have you really accomplished?”

~Elbert Hubbard

I'm not someone who waxed poetic thoughts about family. Far from it on the contrary. Growing up I used to be so angry at the one I have that sometimes I wished I was not related to them.

I prided myself on being nonchalant enough when it comes to my family. I can be away for long and it does not make a difference. I used to think that my family is just a group of people I come home to whenever I get the time. People I spend time with because I'm expected to.

Ironic though, that I have to be a thousand miles away, for me to fully realized that my family matters. And still trying to make sense of it, I live my life not solely on my own whims but first and foremost, for my family. This may sound weird or something but I can only feel successful on anything I'd do when from that, my family can take part too.

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.

-- Desmond Tutu

My family is far from perfect. We have had our own share of fights, misunderstanding and arguments. I guess that's just how an ordinary family should be. We just have to learn to get through past it all.

Now, I'm living away from home for more than six months but it seemed like I'm gone for ages. The only time I hear from them is when I call back home on most weekends ( not really every weekend, though ). It's my way of getting around if I feel homesick. Not hearing their voices so often somehow help me. I'm not saying I'm not thinking about them. I have photographs saved on my computer to look at from time to time, when I get homesick. Someone asked me if I miss my family and yes, I do but I put it upon myself to try not to think about it so much. Being away from home put a whole new perspective in the way I feel about them.

And so I continue to plod on and get on with my life here and wait for the time when I can see them again...

...when disaster strikes...

2010-09-09T07:23:00.001-07:00

You’ve just dropped your favorite, out-of-print book into a bathtub, ruining it completely … What do you do now?

I will try to salvage it if I can. Probably go through all measures to save it. If all else fails, then I'd "trash talk" myself for being stupid. And for the record, I don't read while in the bathroom.:-)

...30 days to live...

2010-09-06T07:59:00.000-07:00

If you knew you only had 30 days left to live, would books and reading still hold such a great priority in your life? Or, would you set aside your reading to do something else, spend more of your time elsewhere? What would you do, instead?

Definitely not. If I have the chance to know that I only have 30 days left to live, then I would probably do everything I've put off doing or too afraid to do. I will spend time with my family and maybe try to convinced (?) them not to forget me when I'm gone.

Books and reading is something I do alone but since my days are numbered then I will try to use that remaining time to be with people I care about. I will spend time with my nieces and nephews and enjoy their company.

On a lighter note, I keep running and will try to remember how exhilarating it feels.Probably, wherever I will be going, there's not much running to do. And another thing, since I have only 30 days to live, I will get out of my element and try "ripping somebody's face off" ( metaphorically)......

...walk the read...

2010-08-30T08:42:00.000-07:00

How often do you actually put into practice what you learn from reading nonfiction books (if you read nonfiction, that is)?

I'm not sure if I actually put into practice what I glean from reading nonfiction books, if at all. I'm doing one though, but it can't be considered as "putting it into practice" per se. I am not talkative and I'm not in the habit of rehashing to anyone ( interested to listen that is ) about my life or some aspects of it. There's this one rule from 48 Laws of Power, about just keeping quiet or something and not revealing your intentions until the opportune time comes.

Anyway, I read quiet a few of nonfiction books but I don't get around to putting it into good use. I am easily distracted and just don't have the patience to get to it.

...when the house burns down...

2010-08-23T08:23:00.002-07:00

If your house was burning down –and you could SAFELY grab a book on your way outside to safety– what book would you make sure you ‘rescued’? Why?

I can't think of any particular book to save in case of fire. Probably because it will take me forever to look for my books since they are just all over the place. Seriously, in the event of fire or any emergency, the only stuff I'd make sure I have with me is my wallet ( with some identifications in it), the clothes on my back and my runners.

In any case that I can actually grab just one book on my way out then it should be the "The 48 Laws of Power". I'd like to save this one because though I have read it already more than once, I'd like to read it again from time to time. Besides it's the first ever non-fiction book I had and a friend gave it to me.

...cool Q & A...

2010-08-19T19:32:00.000-07:00

1. Favorite childhood book?
I don't have any favorites for the obvious reason that I did not own any books at that time. I grew up on my Aunt's story-telling.

2. What are you reading right now?
Born to Run by Christopher McDougall

3. What books do you have on request at the library?
Eat, Pray, Love ; The Mocking Jay

4. Bad book habit?
I sometimes I don't finish a book that I started reading. Halfway through it, I just lost interest.

5. What do you currently have checked out at the library?
A book about running.

6. Do you have an e-reader?
I don't own one but I'd love to. Still, I would prefer the "real thing".

7. Do you prefer to read one book at a time, or several at once?
There were times that I read several books at once but most of the time, I just read one.

8. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?
Yes, I'm now more compelled to read more.

9. Least favorite book you read this year (so far?)
I'm not sure. I don't remember.

10. Favorite book you’ve read this year?
Born To Run

11. How often do you read out of your comfort zone?
Not very often. I've never tried reading in public.

12. What is your reading comfort zone?
Read in my room either on the bed or just sprawled on the floor. Whichever suits me.

13. Can you read on the bus?
No. Too many movements.

14. Favorite place to read?
My bedroom.

15. What is your policy on book lending?
Should return the book in the same way it was borrowed.

16. Do you ever dog-ear books?
No. I use bookmarks.

17. Do you ever write in the margins of your books?
I used to with my textbooks when I was still in school. But not anymore.

18. Not even with text books?
I used to with my textbooks when I was still in school.

19. What is your favorite language to read in?
English

20. What makes you love a book?
I just love it. The entertainment and ideas I get from reading it.

21. What will inspire you to recommend a book?
The story.

22. Favorite genre?
I don't have any favorites.

23. Genre you rarely read (but wish you did?)
The classics but I just don't get my mind around it.

24. Favorite biography?
I don't remember if I ever read a biography before.

25. Have you ever read a self-help book?
Yes.

26. Favorite cookbook?
Don't have one. I don't cook.

27. Most inspirational book you’ve read this year (fiction or non-fiction)?
Born To Run

28. Favorite reading snack?
I usually don't eat while I'm reading but sometimes I do. Anything that comes in handy.

29. Name a case in which hype ruined your reading experience.
A series, wherein you have to read several books before you know what happen in the end.

30. How often do you agree with critics about a book?
Sometimes.

31. How do you feel about giving bad/negative reviews?
I don't give reviews, much more negative ones.

32. If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you chose?
French and Latin

33. Most intimidating book you’ve ever read?
Mansfield Park and I did not finish reading it.

34. Most intimidating book you’re too nervous to begin?
Can't think of one.

35. Favorite Poet?
I don't have a favorite but I like Edgar Allan Poe and Robert Frost

36. How many books do you usually have checked out of the library at any given time?
One or two.

37. How often have you returned book to the library unread?
I haven't returned a book yet, unread.

38. Favorite fictional character?
Harry Potter

39. Favorite fictional villain?
Lord Voldemort

40. Books I’m most likely to bring on vacation?
Anything think I'd like to bring except for those thin paperback "romance" novels.

41. The longest I’ve gone without reading.
Months, I guess.

42. Name a book that you could/would not finish.
Mansfield Park

43. What distracts you easily when you’re reading?
Noise and sometimes my wayward thoughts.

44. Favorite film adaptation of a novel?
Jason Bourne series

45. Most disappointing film adaptation?
The Rainmaker ( novel by John Grisham)

46. The most money I’ve ever spent in the bookstore at one time?
More than a thousand pesos.

47. How often do you skim a book before reading it?
Most of the time.

48. What would cause you to stop reading a book half-way through?
Lose interest in the story.

49. Do you like to keep your books organized?
I'm not an organized person.

50. Do you prefer to keep books or give them away once you’ve read them?
I prefer to keep them.

51. Are there any books you’ve been avoiding?
Yes. Those kind that I can already guess what happen in the end just by reading the short description on the outside cover.

52. Name a book that made you angry.
I can't remember.

53. A book you didn’t expect to like but did?
I have no idea on this one.

54. A book that you expected to like but didn’t?
I have to think long on this.

55. Favorite guilt-free, pleasure reading?
None

...is always inevitable...

2010-08-12T08:27:00.000-07:00

Have your reading choices changed over the years? Or pretty much stayed the same? (And yes, from childhood to adulthood we usually read different things, but some people stick to basically the same kind of book their entire lives, so…)

A book I borrowed from the library. Finished reading it in one week.

I can say that it has changed. When I started reading, I was content on reading short fiction stories, the plot of which I can understand at once. As the years go by, I tried to read about anything, be it fiction or nonfiction.

Now, I alternate reading from one subject matter to another, that interest me. I'm into running so I read books about running. I also read photography books.

There's just one type of books that I don't bother flipping the pages over or worse, read them. Those thin, paperback novels which has romance ( or love story ) as its main plot. Of course, no offense to anyone who reads them.

...can't forget my first time...

2010-08-05T08:09:00.000-07:00

What is the first book you remember reading? What about the first that made you really love reading?

I really can't remember the exact moment I fell in love with reading. All I know is that I enjoyed reading to the point of choosing it over some other activities. I grew up with my Aunt's storytelling (TV and Internet were unheard of at that time ), naturally I would be drawn to books. During my first year in high school, I read every ( almost, I suppose ) Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys novels I could borrow from the library. I was hooked. And wanted some more.

One summer, my Aunt suggested a book to me ( well, it was really hers ). She told me to give it a try. I guess she could sense that I was ready to move on to more serious stuff. Hotel by Arthur Hailey, was the first "serious" book I've read. After that, I never looked back. For that entire summer, my Aunt let me borrow her books, from paperback novels to hardbound condensed Reader's Digest books. I was in cloud nine.

Through out high school, I borrowed every book I can think of from the library, on weekends. I never stopped reading. Until now, I'm still so into it. I know I'll never get tired of reading. I have an ongoing love/love relationship with it. And I have no plans of giving it up.

...what happened on a long weekend...

2010-08-03T09:20:00.001-07:00

A long weekend means I have an extra day to lounge around and do nothing, except stuff myself crazy. Anyway, my sister and I always come up with something to do on these days....

I woke up to a Saturday morning with the sun like this. I snapped a photo for the heck of it. I woke up late because I did not head out for my usual run.

Later, the "lawnmower guy" caught my fancy so I snapped his photo. I was embarrass to approach him to get a closer shot.

My sister and I went to this running specialty store. As usual, she always wants her photo taken, anywhere.

On our way home, we chanced upon this deer, minding its business. I managed to take this photo just in time, before it trotted off.

Sunday after church, we went to Ladysmith to watch Stef perform with her band. We arrived a bit early that we managed to get some good seats near the makeshift stage.

Stef performing on stage. She sung my favorite "Mr. Immature"

Cool way to watch a show and enjoy a sunny Sunday afternoon. They really love the sun.

Stef took the time to sign CDs for her fans.

After we watched Stef, we proceeded to look for a spot in the park where we can settle ourselves and have our lunch. I was so hungry but I tackled the dessert first before the main course. :-)

Our "grub". The chips comes in handy.

my sister and I

After a late lunch, I was stuffed and content to lie down for a while...

We stayed for awhile to watched this event. But I was not really keen on watching it, probably because I felt sleepy and the park was crowded. Still, we stayed until the last event.

I could not stand the sun's heat so I donned this. My sister told me that I look like a parrot. Whatever.

It was close to eight o'clock when we drove back to Nanaimo. A nice way to end our weekend. And its cool because I get to watch Stef perform live on stage for the first time. And literally lie on the grass....

...my take...

2010-07-26T09:02:00.000-07:00

Do you review books? If so, for who? If not, have you ever thought about doing so? Why, or why not?

I don't do book reviews, though there are times that I wanted to. I tried doing it one time but I never get around to finished it. I even went as far as looking up in the internet some pointers or guidelines on how to come up with a book review.

I think I'm better off reading the book and that's about it.

...a fun-filled weekend...

2010-07-19T10:10:00.000-07:00

Weekends are time for sleeping in, I suppose. Lying in bed a little longer than you usually do. In my case, I am too eager to start my Saturday, that I always wake up early. Saturday mornings are reserved for my usual morning run and I always try my best to be steadfast about it.

So anyway, last Saturday went by as usual, minus my sister. She decided not to come because there were some stuff she needed to do. I did my morning run ( finally ran 10K, yes ). A few hours later, I had my driving lesson.

By late afternoon, we were off to Victoria. It was not planned but I grabbed the chance to visit the capital of British Columbia, for the first time. We went to one of their friend's house. We had hamburgers, hot dogs, steak and other stuff. There I get to ride on a speed boat for the first time. It was awesome.

A hotel.

A some sort of entertainment.

Part of Victoria Harbor

It was already midnight when we got back from Victoria. My legs went numb from sitting too long inside the car but it was worth the trip. I'm already thinking of going back there, with my sister one of these days. Victoria is a nice place.

Sunday morning found me, getting out of bed, earlier than necessary. No, I did not head out to run. I woke up early because I was hungry. So I made breakfast then went online. I did nothing in the morning except lounge on the couch and watch TV and even dozed off. At three in the afternoon, Mama came home from work. Then we went to the Dollar Store and bought some stuff. She got a call from her friend, inviting her to go to Parksville. And off we go...

Cool activity.

Basking in the sun.

Enjoying the nice weather.

After looking at the sand sculptures, we head back to the car and drove to Qualicum Beach. We had dinner at a Quality Food store. I had a mini combo meal, consisting of fried rice and sweet and sour pork. I was "busog", afterward. :-) We went to the beach later.

I saw this while I was walking along the beach. Poor thing.

Can't get enough of the sun.

I had the cheesecake flavor. yum, yum, yum...

On our way home, we stopped by at Ranjee's place ( where she work ). It's a part of Qualicum Beach. We stayed there for a while, looked around the place and as always, snapped some photos.

Inside the tree house.

Don and I tried the swing. I had a swell time. :-)

I had fun this weekend and my sister was jealous, because she missed it. Anyway, it was nice. Looking forward to another outdoor adventure to make the most of summer. Never mind that my arms are now darker from the rest of my body, one drawback of staying outside that I have to get through, I guess.

...distracted...

2010-07-12T19:29:00.000-07:00

Can you read amidst distractions? (TV, others talking, sporting events, etc)

I can manage to read amidst distractions, for the most part anyway. When I used to live back at home, noise has always been part of our every day lives. I can read through all my younger siblings arguments or my nieces and nephews running around. I learned to read through it all. Of course, there are times that I opted to have some peace and quite while I'm reading but it seldom happens. I end up falling asleep.

I usually zone out when I'm reading so outside noise is not really a problem for me. They may as well not be there. The TV may be on while I read but I'm not really watching it.

...awesome Saturday...

2010-07-11T12:42:00.000-07:00

I always look forward to every Saturdays, especially when my sister came to the island for a visit. We managed to have loads of fun, even if it's just going to the nearby mall, window shopping or just hanging out in my aunt's house. And I also look forward to my usual weekend run. So anyway, first things first. The moment I woke up, I was already psyched up to head out for a short run. Plus it was such a beautiful Saturday morning.

Looking the part. After my run, I managed to sneak in a bike ride around Mama's neighborhood. The streets are off limits, for now.

With my new found "skill" on top a bike, I am overjoyed beyond words. It was just so cool to be able to stay balanced on it and get to places. I just realized what I missed. It's never too late, so I'm taking my sweet time.

At mid-morning, I had my first ever driving lesson. I was eager to sit in front of the wheel again. The one I had in Mama's car, a few weeks ago, did not count. I had a swell time, handling the steering wheel and at the same time, trying hard not to step on the gas pedal or brake too much. I have lots of stuff to learn though. So I booked another class for next weekend.

Afterward, my sister and I had a quick lunch and we went to the library. I requested some books online and I got an email that one was available for pick-up. I have high praises for their library here and I have yet to fully enjoy what they offer.

Borrowed. First book to read. I have two more coming and they are all about running. Go figures. :-)

Google Maps rocks! The third time I make use of it. We're still not familiar with Downtown so we relied on this.

Sister soaking up the sun.

From the library, we made our way toward the park. There was some sort of activity there, the Dragon Boat Festival. But when we got there, the race was already finished and we just saw some folks, bringing along their paddles. It was a pretty hot day. I could feel my arms tingling from the scorching heat of the sun. We strolled on the harbourfront walkway then decided to have some ice cream.

Lick all I want. I can't get enough of ice cream. To cool down.

After that short jaunt at the park, we headed back home. I sat outside, enjoying the afternoon while reading a few pages of the book I borrowed. Then later on, Mama drove us to Bowen Park to try on playing tennis. Well, it was not really tennis per se, since I was just hitting the ball against the wall. Besides, what I did was more of running around after the ball and picking it up than really hitting it with the racket. It was fun though. Few minutes later, I was already sweating and breathing hard. It is a cool workout. :-)

Reading is always cool. Starting off "What I Talk About When I Talk About RUNNING"

In action. My sister was kind enough to snapped this pictures while I was running around.

I had a great day. And most of all, I had fun. Looking forward to another cool and awesome weekend....

...by myself and then some...

2010-07-08T07:53:00.000-07:00

Do you have friends and family to share books with? Discuss them with? Does it matter to you?

It's only my aunt whom I share my passion for reading, and why not, she was the one who encouraged me to take up reading and I'm glad she did. Whenever I read something interesting or great, I can't wait to share it with her and ask her to read it too. The same way goes with her.

I have this friend who has this extensive collection of books and come to think of it, I've read them all. While she on the other hand, has yet to find the time to read them.

With my participation in this weekly activity, I am drawn into discovering other genre that otherwise I have not known, if I am just to depend on what I personally read and what my aunt and I share.

I would have wanted to have a more people to share my readings with but somehow, I like it better this way. Reading is something I'd rather do on my own and maybe share it with someone on occasions.

...current read...

2010-07-05T09:49:00.001-07:00

What are you currently reading? Would you recommend it to others? Is it part of a series (if so, which one)? What are you thinking about it? What book(s) would you compare it to, if any?

I'm currently reading Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic & Baby. I'd recommend it to someone who's after a good laugh while reading and not necessarily a laugh-out-loud moment. Though, I did laugh out loud while reading it, good thing I was in my room. It's part of the Shopaholic Series.

Actually, the first book I read from Kinsella was not one of the series but I took a liking of her writing so I started planning to look for her other works. Fortunately, my sister bought all her novels during its release or something and when she told me that she have all the books, I was in cloud nine.

I am in no way hooked into shopping so with regard to that part, I have no say, but when it comes to how the author presented each plot and dialogues, well, that's what got me.

I can' compare it to any other books I've read, especially with the series types. I've read books that were part of a series, the Twilight saga and Harry Potter. The Shopaholic series has a league of its own.

...July, the man...

2010-07-02T00:00:00.005-07:00

"What do I owe my father? Everything." - Henry Van Dyke

"I've had a hard life, but my hardships are nothing against the hardships that my father went through in order to get me to where I started." - Bertrand Hubbard

"It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was." - Anne Sexton

Today is my father's 61st birthday and a week from now would be his 4th death anniversary. What a way to start the month of July, for us, anyway. It has been four years since my father passed away but there are times that I think about him as if he's still around. I recalled some moments with him vividly. My all-time favorite was the slide at the children playground.

I sometimes think it's unfair that, now when I can see him under a different light, he's not around to appreciate it anymore. And it is something I will always regret the most.

I've had a rocky relationship with my father so his untimely passing without much of parting word on my part was something I have still to reconcile up to now. And there's nothing much I can do about except grieve at times when I let down my guard. And move on, I suppose.

Words are not enough to extol all what my father did with his life. He was far from perfect since he had his own share of shortcomings. No doubt about it, my siblings and I owe it all to the man, who decided to have us, in whatever circumstances.

"It's only when you grow up and step back from him- or leave him for your own home-it's only then that you can measure his great-ness and fully appreciate it." - Margaret Truman

...letdown...

2010-07-01T08:44:00.000-07:00

Name a book or author that you truly wanted to love but left you disappointed. (And, of course, explain why.)

From my constant "channel-surfing" on TV, months ago, I chanced upon the movie on HBO, "The Jane Austen Book Club". My interest was piqued. I even got to the extent of jotting down all the novels of Austen and silently told myself to read them all, like what the characters did in the movie. I've heard of Jane Austen and how she was hailed as a great classical author and all.

True enough, I bought my first novel of Austen, which was "Mansfield Park" . I started reading it diligently at first but later on, I got lost with the story. I tried to keep at it until halfway but I stopped. I never finished reading the book. I really would have wanted to finish reading all her books but I can't just get my way around to it. I wondered how it become considered as a classic anyway.

To all Jane Austen fans out there, no offense intended. I guess I need to work on broadening my horizon when it comes to Austen. Probably in time, I will be able to tackle her head on. For now, I set my sights on other books, of which are somewhat easy for me.

...hype or no hype...

2010-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:00

What do you think of books that receive a lot of hype? (think of the “Twilight” saga, or “Harry Potter”, or “The Da Vinci Code”). Do you read them? Why, or why not?

The hype make up for the lack of a good plot or an interesting content all through out. I have read all the books in the Twilight saga not because I got so into it. I was just curious about its end. And I still wonder what's so extraordinary about Bella and Edward, and Jacob as well.

Harry Potter, on the other hand, entertained me. I read all the seven books and watched every film adaptation. Still, I read it out of pure joy I got. Besides, wizards and magic interest me more than vampires and werewolves.

I also read The Da Vinci Code out of curiosity and even went to the extent of reading all Dan Brown's novels until my curiosity fizzled out.

There are books that I haven't heard about but turned out to be a page-turner. So it all depends. Sometimes, I fall for the hype and sometimes, doesn't.

...single and cool with it...

2010-06-27T19:07:00.000-07:00

Getting married and settled is not always the norm. I realized that early on so I have no problem dealing with the fact that I'm not into a relationship, however complicated ( as Facebook status sometimes says). Coming from a place and culture where being "single in your thirties" is regarded as some kind of misfortune, I had my fair share of comments and questions, ranging from downright annoying to laugh out loud funny, thrown my way. Of which I always try to answer politely.

I tried getting into a relationship but it did not last long. I entered into it for experience's sake. And I found out that relationship is not my thing.

For most people, remaining or staying single is considered to be the most untoward thing you can do to your self. Women especially go at great lengths to find the "perfect catch". Men on the other hand honed on their repertoire of overused pick up lines to lure willing victims for a quick, no-frills roll in the hay.

So here goes my pitch for staying sane while being single and how to stay happy while at it. At least to me, anyway. I'm sure this does not apply to anyone. Or probably it does, who knows.

Born To It

"I'm single because I was born that way." - Mae West

I always believe that I was born to be single. I mean, hello, isn't it obvious enough. Sure, I like looking at happily married couples, with a kid or two in tow, but that's about it. I never envisioned myself to be a doting mother or a loving wife and all. I can't barely take care of myself and looking after another person would be a crime, I think. I do adore my nieces and nephews. I like kids but it doesn't mean I want one of my own.

Sometimes, we fail to realized that there are some things we are destined to be. But then, the fear of being different always prevail, that we end up doing things out of compulsion and do so blindly as a bat.

Don't Go With The Flow

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide where to go. " - Dr. Seuss

Most of the times, we are relegated to doing stuff we really don't to do in the first place. And somehow not offending the people concerned is far more important than our own peace of mind. Fortunately for me, my family has not pressured me into embarking the "married" life. I was left alone to decide what to do with my life, no questions asked.

So far, entering a relationship and eventually getting married has not entered my mind. And it helps that I'm not inclined to "overhaul" myself just to appeal to someone. I could not care less for what others might say for my utter disregard of not "looking like the rest of the crowd".

Solitude Is Bliss

"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."- Henry David Thoreau

I've heard about the saying "No man is an island." but it doesn't say you can't exist alone. People hurry into relationships for fear of being all by themselves. I'm happy I'm not hang up on it because I don't want to end up stuck with someone.

I like being alone most of the time, though to some, it is somewhat weird. Surrounded with a lot of people give me the creeps. And spending my life with someone will probably give me more than creeps. Not to mention all the time and effort.

Alone Does Not Mean Lonely

"I don't want to be labeled as lonely just because I am alone." - Delta Burke

Ah, the most dreaded of all our life's situations. No one of "sound" mind wants to be lonely and that's why we exhaust all means to be with someone. Then I guess I am of unsound mind. For reasons I'd rather not explain in detail here, I like being alone. And I'm not lonely. Far from it.

Spending time with someone does not necessarily mean you're "lonely-proof". From what I gleaned around me, all the loneliness in the world comes from being in close proximity with another individual.

As for growing old alone, what about it? I mean, eventually, we all have to grow old and die. And I think, no matter what we may want otherwise, when death comes knocking on our door, it will be just us.

Be In Sync With Yourself

"When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere." - Francois de la Rochefoucauld

For the longest time, I always wonder why people say "Get married and settle down." How can being married equated to settling down. I think you can never settle down once you're married, on the contrary, you need to work double time and I don't mean this just on the financial side.

I think it's no surprise why I'm still single. If I alone can't still figure out how to stay content and comfortable with myself, then I have no business dragging someone else along for the ride.

*****

I don't mean disrespect to all those happily married or involved out there. Actually, I'm not averse to this idea, I'm just not up for it. We all have different choices to make in life. Somehow, the life we live and want to have, affect all those choices. In the end, whatever decisions we arrived at, it all boils down to us.

Getting married does not mean you live "happily ever after" in the same way that remaining single does not mean you're on the front seat of an endless journey of loneliness. It's up to us to will ourselves to do the necessary work in order to attain the results that our hearts desire. And it doesn't matter, whether you get married or remained single.

Life is what we make it. And then some.

...Book Reviews...

2010-06-24T08:28:00.001-07:00

Do you read book reviews? Do you let them change your mind about reading/not reading a particular book?

I read book reviews whenever I happen to come across one. Sometimes, I based my decision to read a particular book on it. But most of the times, I read a book review after I have read the book, so it served its purpose by validating toward my reaction after reading that book in particular. It can be good or bad.

There are times that I just read a book because I like it and just for pure entertainment. It doesn't matter to me what the review said about it.

Anyway, it's any one's call. I mean one book can have a glowing book review and all but when I read it, there's nothing in it for me ( at least to me, anyway)....

...I got my L...

2010-06-23T09:06:00.000-07:00

This does not stand for "Loser". It simply means that I'm a LEARNER.

In all of my thirty three years of existence, learning how to drive a car has never entered my mind. I was contented to commute ( be it PUJ, taxis or tricycle). Driving is least important until I arrived in Canada.

Weeks after living here, my Aunt has been egging me to learn how to drive. She told me that it is imperative that I learn how and should not depend on her to give us a ride, wherever we want to go. She's right. So, I read a book about driving here ( about traffic signs, rules and regulations, etc ), not really read but just skimmed it over. I also practiced answering sample question online posted on the ICBC website.

So yesterday, I decided to take the knowledge test. I will answer 50 multiple questions and needs 80% correct answers to pass. Mama accompanied me to the office where I applied to take the exam and paid the necessary fee. I had my photo taken and my eyes checked. How cool is that. And mind you, there's no never-ending line of people to contend with. I stood in front a computer monitor and just followed the instructions that appeared on the screen. No hassle. After more than ten minutes, the word CONGRATULATIONS appeared on the screen. Yippee, I made it. :-)

"You don't look like you passed the exam," the lady who processed my application remarked with a smile. I guess my face did not show it but I was happy I passed. I mean the $15 I paid did not go to waste. Afterward, I went to another counter and sign on some digital thing for my signature on my Learner's ID, which I will receive 30 days after. Then the lady gave me a package containing another book, a copy of penalty and fines and other write-ups about driving and of course the red L sign. She told me a rundown of things I should follow while driving, then said "Have fun." I said "Thank you" in reply.

What's inside the package.

I went to where Mama was seated while waiting for me. I told her I passed the exam. She was all smile and gave me a hug. "Congrats 'ta," she said, smiling. I keep saying "Yes", while we're making our way toward her car. Now I can start taking driving lessons and finally, learn to drive.

I have one year to practice driving and know all the traffic rules and regulations. And when I feel confident enough, then I can book for a road test. But before I'll do that, I need to attend to more pressing matter at hand, look for someone to teach me to drive and familiarize myself with driving.

Anyway, a big thanks to Mama, for accompanying me yesterday and treat me to lunch afterward. Thanks, 'Ma.

...Now and Then ( my take )...

2010-06-17T09:15:00.001-07:00

Do you prefer reading current books? Or older ones? Or outright old ones? (As in, yes, there’s a difference between a book from 10 years ago and, say, Charles Dickens or Plato.)

I really can't say I prefer reading one over the other. I usually read current books. Oh, I remember it now, if Jane Austen can be considered an old book, then probably this one count but unfortunately, I did not finished reading it. I got bored halfway. I did read Charles Dickens "Great Expectations" though and I was greatly entertained.

Current books always comes in handy when I need some kind of "reading fix". So I guess that sums it up. On the other hand, I also would love to try reading those classics and maybe learn a thing or two. There's no harm in trying, I suppose.

...learning to bike...

2010-06-16T09:41:00.000-07:00

I have watched people who ride bikes, at first with a certain degree of disinterest, probably because I don't know how to get on one to begin with. And this indifference continued until I came here. The place where I currently resides has lanes intended for bikes. Add to that are the various trails that can be found in the city.

When the weather is bright and sunny, you will not fail to see one or two individuals in complete gears, riding their bikes. I begun to wonder how does it feel to ride one. It must be fun, I thought to myself. Then I started thinking about learning how to ride a bike.

Then out of the blue, without any planning on my part, I get to ride in one. The folks I work for are kind enough to show me how. And all I say is that it was..."AWESOME" I enjoy the rush of adrenaline as I pedaled and swerved left to right while steering the bike in the right direction. A couple of times, I slammed into a bush on the side of the road but thank God, I did not fall. Instead of using the hand brakes, I instinctively put both of my feet on the ground to stop the bike, which was not really a good idea especially if you're going too fast.

All in all, it was a great experience for me. I never thought how such a small thing ( to others, I suppose ) like riding a bike can be so exhilarating and so much fun. I felt like a kid again, if only at that moment. I can't wait to ride again.

...I'm no "signature" fan...

2010-06-10T10:40:00.000-07:00

Do signed copies excite you? Tempt you? Delight you? Or does it not matter to you?

It really does not matter. What I'm after is the entertainment I will get while reading the book. Maybe it will delight me and all, but not to the point of being hang up on it. Signed copy or not, I like the book just the same.

...impromptu drive to Coombs...

2010-05-31T21:56:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Coombs

Half an hour later, after we had lunch, Jim came down and told us we're going for a short drive to Coombs. He asked me if I've been there and I said no. After we were all settled in our seats, Jim started the car and drove off. We picked up Jordan from their house before we proceeded.

It was cloudy when we started out and halfway through it, rain started to fall. Jordan had fun watching the rain trickled down the window on his side. Mary ( the dog) was enjoying the drive too.

A short while later, we arrived in Coombs. We stepped inside this cool shop ( forgot to snap a photo of it) with lots of goodies inside. We had coffee, meringue and pecan tarts. Shelley offered me a small piece of her apple pie. It was delicious.

Pecan Tart. I savored every bite of it and took my time.

I stepped outside and walked around. I decided to take some photos.

Goats on the Roof. Unfortunately, the goat keep to itself inside.

I tried to snap a picture of this rabbit but before I could take a good shot, it scurried away. And hide behind the rock.

Various shops.

Another view.

All in all, it was a good short drive. Plus I get to go a new place and ate pecan tart.

...within reach...

2010-05-27T09:43:00.000-07:00

What books do you have next to your bed right now? How about other places in the house? What are you reading?

What I'm currently reading now...

The book I have on my bed right now is Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic & Sister. It all started last week when I chanced upon a Reader's Digest Condensed Volume with "Undomestic Goddess" from the same author. I had lots of fun reading it that I posted it in my Facebook status. A cool thing happened after that post, my sister, as it turned out has eight books of Kinsella. I was ecstatic with joy. I begged her to bring the books. And she was like, I wish hadn't told you about the books. In the end, she obliged and here I am, fully laden with Kinsella.

I already read this book but I'm so taken with the story that I want to read it again. Well, before I came across S.K.'s books.

I'm trying to get my mind through this. Hopefully.

I live in a house but it's not really mine so my space is just confined within the four walls of my bedroom. I usually just placed my books on the bed during the day and when it's time for me to crash for the night, my books are relegated to the spot on the foot stool nearby.

This is where I usually keep my stash of....books and some magazines.

And when I'm feeling like a slob, they'd be on the floor. ( Nah, this is just for the photo op. My sister would kill me if she'd find out about this.)

...confessions of a reluctant "caregiver"...

2010-05-19T19:53:00.000-07:00

I had it in mind to be successful with what I had set out to do after college. But then as it turned out, my plans were not meant to be. After slaving for more than five years in school including the review period, all I got in the end were repeated failures. I became numb to the feeling of receiving "failed" marks that after my last attempt, I dismissed it with utmost indifference.

I recalled a quote that goes, "When a door closes, another one opens." or something like that. True enough, another door opened for me, of which I was not too keen of entering at that time. What am I to do? I had no other choice but to venture out into this altogether new world ahead of me. Since my debacle to be a certified bean-counter, I opted to try something new. And boy, it goes without saying that I breezed through it without much of a problem.

What is a CAREGIVER, anyway? If you have watched the movie with the same title, yeah, that was it. But I always have this nagging question at the back of my mind, how does one become a caregiver? Of course, you have to take a short-term course for it and have OJT, to meet the requirements. To me, it went beyond meeting the school and embassy's requirements. For someone who have never actually understood what it meant to care, I was lost. How does someone show he or she cares? And this is how it all started for me....

1:45 AM. I woke up to the distinct sound of the buzzer. I hastily got out of bed, eyes still heavy with sleep. I went to Mary's room. I helped her out of bed and into the commode. At that moment, sleep temporarily evades me. I have to be alert. I assisted Mary to sit on the commode. Handed her a tissue paper. She said, "Thank you.", slowly. I replied "your welcome" and went to the nearest chair, to wait until she's finished.

In my previous life, I would have fought tooth and nail if I was roused from sleep in the middle of the night. I would be so cranky in the morning. And here I am, getting up instantly at the sound of the buzzer. Never mind that I'm still sleepy; that my hair stood on ends ( I tied it into a pony tail in a hurry); that I feel something wet on my shirt sleeve ( only to realize it was drool ) and when I step inside Mary's bedroom, I am transform, with a cherry "Hi, Mary." to begin with. Sure I am paid to do this. I mean it's part of my job. Lately, I realized that I also get something out of this task, aside from the pay. I woke up in the middle of the night and assisted Mary, not only because I'm paid to do it but also because I want to help her, knowing that she tried also. And I never give it much thought, until now, how the sound of pee can be music to my ears.

1:00 PM. I'm in the kitchen, staring at the opened refrigerator, taking stocked of its contents and thinking about what to make for lunch. I need to hurry because I don't want Mary waiting and go hungry. I spied on a neat pile of individually wrapped slices of cheese. A eureka moment occurred to me. I will make grilled-cheese sandwich for lunch. Super!

When all else fails...

I don't know my way around the kitchen, though doing the dishes, is my favorite. I have no culinary skills to speak of. I remembered at school, when we were cooking, I was assigned to break some eggs, one classmate, who was watching me, commented that I don't know how to cook. I smiled back at her. If the way I break an egg can tell someone if I can cook, then I guess, I failed miserably in that area. Later on, when I told my sister, about my grilled cheese sandwich experience, she was like, that's a no-brainer. Yeah, right. Still, I was proud of myself. Finally, I found my way on how to use the stove and the non-stick pan. To me, that is "something". It was awesome.

In the middle of the afternoon. I tried to untangle the heavy and long cord of the vacuum cleaner. I was like, how do I tackle this piece of contraption? Minutes later, after much looking through and enlisting the help of common sense, I was able to put it to work. It feel kind of cool, actually. The sound it make and the vibrating motion, that reverberated through my arm was somewhat familiar.

I do household chores on the sly ( good thing I used to live away from home). I only encountered vacuum cleaners through the movies I watched and from what I've read. The only time I get to hold the real thing was during our practical exam, how to use it and stuff like that, and it was not even plug on. Doing household chores is not really my cup of tea. Growing up, I tried all sorts of excuse to skip it. And now, I just realized how much I missed on doing these things. ( Not that we have vacuum cleaners at home. Far from that actually.) I've discovered how relaxing it is to fold laundry ( except when I get to the fitted sheet part ). Cleaning a toilet bowl and mopping bathroom floors are just that. I survived through it all and now, I just go through it, like I've been doing it all my life. My mother used to tell me that I should learn how to cook, to iron, wash clothes, and all those other household things because what will happen if ( God forbid) I got married and I don't know all these things. Little did we know, that I don't have to get married to do all these stuff. I just go out of my comfort zone and become a caregiver.

I have preconceived notion about caregivers before. I never even think of becoming one. With all the rumors and talks I heard about a caregiver's job, I was not looking forward to working as one. Unfortunately, things I have long for did not pan out. God had other plans and boy, He made sure it happened. I used to think God was playing a cruel joke on me. I mean, me, a caregiver?! I plan on becoming a CPA.

"If life throws you lemons, make an orange juice." I heard this on Ellen ( it was supposed to be, make a lemonade ) Why not change it a bit and have fun. Life has thrown me a lot of lemons in my lifetime, fortunately, with the help of family and friends, I'm still here.

Caregiver or not, I am who I am. I am not defined by my job and other's opinion of me, either uncalled for or constructive. Becoming a caregiver goes beyond attending the required six-month care-giving course and passing it. And most of all, being a caregiver goes beyond doing your job with the sole purpose of receiving your paycheck at the end of two weeks. For me, it simply means, finally reaching out and making a difference ( albeit how small) in someone else's life. The dollar amount is just an icing on the cake.

And now I will shout....for joy!( No, not that.) What I meant to say is that...."CAREGIVERS ROCKS!"

...doesn't matter...

2010-05-17T19:31:00.000-07:00

Today’s MUSING MONDAYS post is about movies based on books…

What happens when you see a movie based on a book/story, especially one you’ve not read? Do you feel the need to track it down and read it?

For me, it is usually the other way around, I first read the book then watch its film adaption. Sometimes, the movie live up to what was in the book but often, it does not. Which I think is not surprising since it is quite a difficult task to fit a more than a hundred or so pages of story into more than an hour length movie.

There was one instance when I watched a movie, "The Secret Life of Bees". Later, I learned that it was based on a book of the same title. I had it in mind to read the book too but I was not in hurry to get hold of it Months passed, then I chanced upon a pile of used books inside a mall. The books were to be sold in an upcoming book sale. I always get distracted at the sight of books, they always have that hold on me. So anyway, I found "The Secret Life of Bees". It took me more than a week to finished reading the book.

While reading it, the characters come to life in my mind and it also helped that I saw the movie already.

Watching a movie based on a book has the same effect to me as to one not adapted from a book. It boils down to this--did I like the movie or not.

...I can be swayed...

2010-05-13T09:26:00.000-07:00

Are your book choices influenced by friends and family? Do their recommendations carry weight for you? Or do you choose your books solely by what you want to read?

I discovered the joy of reading through my Aunt's suggestion while I was still in high school. Then I had a classmate who also encouraged me to read other books. That's how it all started for me.

At present, I solely read based on what I want to read. Unfortunately, I don't have that many friends and the few I have, are not fond of books the same way I am. As for family, it is only my Aunt whom I can get along when it comes to books.

favorite place

Sometimes, someone would suggest a book for me. But then, it seldom happens. I've long stop relating to my sister, any book I've just read when I noticed her eyes glaze over while she was listening to me. That's my cue to stop and which means, she was bored.

When I started blogging and read other blogs about books, I realized that there are many books and authors that I haven't read or even heard about.

Joining this weekly activity has prodded me to read more and be open to the other type of stories or books out there that are just waiting for me....

...cool Mother's day...

2010-05-10T10:41:00.000-07:00

I'm not big on special occasion like Mother's day. Still, my sister and I called our Nanay back home and greeted her "Happy Mother's day" one day in advance. They went to the beach. They had a great time as evident by the pictures they sent to us.

our "tanging ina"

Nanay and Tiya with Ikay, Mokang and TJ

For our part here, our treat for Mama on Mother's day was to clean her house. :-) And gave her a Happy Mother's day card. It's the least we can do for her at this time.

So anyway, by Sunday morning, Mama and I had a huge breakfast consisting of toast, poached eggs and coffee while my sister was busy grooming herself. By ten o'clock we drove off to attend a church service.

Pastor Darcy

At noon, after the church service, we went to a Vietnamese restaurant to grab some lunch. We arrived there a bit early so we were seated at once. We all ordered Bubble tea. My sister and I ordered Chicken Curry, while Mama settled on a Vegetable Roll and Spring Roll.

my "glamorous" sister

She was very flattered when I told her that she resembles Stef ( our cousin )

And here's our lunch "feast"....

Vegetable Roll

Spring Roll

Chicken Curry

After our sumptuous lunch, we drove to the mall near Mama's place and that's where we saw this cool set-up on one section of the parking area, complete with all the rides and food concessions. We walked around for a bit, amused at all the rides and people around us. For the first time, I saw a huge crowd outside. And the weather was perfect.

nice to be out

here goes my sister again

cool ride ( but I don't think I'm brave enough to get on it )

too bad we did not get to try this

We had a great Sunday yesterday. And before we know it, its time again to go on our separate ways and head back to work. We drove back to Mama's house to get our stuff. We get to eat supper first before heading out. Mama drove Lourdes ( my sister ) to the ferry terminal to catch the 7 PM trip. She's going back to Vancouver. Afterward, we drove to my place of work and dropped me off. "Day off" is over.

Another cool thing happened, Mama and I heard Stef's song "Mr. Immature" played on the radio. Awesome....