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Sundays

Sundays are considered family days and days of obligation to go to church.

This is the day when we do things that are extra-special like cooking special dishes, going to special places, visiting special people and other things that we do that we give a special touch.

We had a special day today when we decided to have a lunch picnic.

During these two hours that we spent outdoors, I have taken a lot of photos while the two young children were running around, my eldest daughter had her ever-present earphones plugged in her ears and hubby was napping on the mat.

I chanced upon this small, young family from a distance, spending a quiet afternoon among the trees that provide shade and cool air:

The Weekly Question will touch on this topic:

What are the special things that you look forward to every Sunday?

My answer:

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How Do You Pursue Peace?

I joined the November 6, 2008 Blog Blast for Peace. I was late but still, better late than very late, I mean, never.

My focus for this round of peace talks, I mean, blog posts about PEACE was about pursuing peace. Here is a part of my entry:

We pursue peace not by waging a war but through communication and laying out all the cards on the table. We pursue peace through compromise and understanding.

We pursue peace not by stockpiling arms and weapons but by building communities that will help each other, where people can live harmoniously. We help ourselves and other people be self-sufficient enough to live comfortably. We help each other have peace when we foster cooperation.

The Weekly Question would be about the last question that I have written in my November 2008 Dona Nobis Pacem post:

How do you pursue peace in your life?

My answer:

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Remembering

As we cap the celebration of All Saints Day and All Souls Day, the Weekly Question will focus on our departed loved ones. No, I am not asking you to play favorites with the question.

Who among your dearly departed hold(s) a special place in your heart?

My Answer:

I can not really say who among my dearly departed relatives hold a special place in my heart. Both my paternal and maternal grandparents are not with us anymore. I have only seen one, among all four of them, when they died. I miss them all.

My paternal grandfather, Dada used to be active in church activities that some of our relatives thought he must have missed his calling and would often tease him as “Father Porong”.

My maternal grandmother had magic touch in the kitchen. She can cook meals that one would never forget. It just that we didn’t live with them so I was not able to study how she did these things. In fact, I think nobody in the family got her special culinary talent. Except maybe my father who is now not fond of cooking anymore.

My maternal grandfather was a very hardworking man. He would wake up at the crack of dawn and go to work in the field. After lunch, he would sit on the hammock hanging below the house. He would then go back to the field with his cart, pulled by a carabao filled by root crops and vegetables.

My maternal grandmother stayed in the house and did housework. She would sometimes get herself busy playing solitaire or one would find her sitting on her rocking chair by the window facing the direction where my grandfather would walk from the field.

I miss my grandparents. I really wished I was able to stay with them more, especially my maternal grandparents. Now I know why my mother permitted me then to travel to their place by myself when I was as young as 12 years old, to be with them. To enjoy fun times with them, to learn from them, to spend time with them. Because I was young then, I enjoyed playing with my cousins rather than spending time with them.

Alas, we can’t turn back the clock and do things that we would have wanted to do with them.

To avoid regretting not doing these things, perhaps it is time to change how we treat our loved ones by spending more time with them and keeping them closer to our heart, before time runs out.

Welcome To My Life

I have several songs in my laptop which my brother transferred when we came to visit them a few months ago.

I love listening to the many songs in that album, songs which I know those who are in my age bracket would definitely not want to listen to because some of these are not ear-friendly, with lots of guitar solos and drum bashing. I used to be a fan, still am, of some of the rock artists who play heavy music.

Anyway, there was this song from Simple Plan caught my attention, which used to be one of my least favorite MTV feature songs a few years back. The song is simple and can be sung easily. But what finally caught my attention were the lyrics. Here are the lyrics in full version and here is a video of the band singing the song.

Here are a few lines from the lyrics:

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Weekly Question: What comes to your mind and what do you feel about the lyrics of the song “Welcome To My Life” by Simple Plan?

My answer:

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Was A Lesson Taught and Learned Here?

She has been holding on to that thousand bucks for several months. Money was given by her godmothers when they had dinner one hot Saturday night last summer.

She wanted to give it to her mother then, to add to her tuition expenses. Her mom declined, and told her to keep it so she could buy what she needs.

A month ago, she bought a jacket, a hoodie which will be used to school because the classrooms can be very cold.

She insisted on giving to her mom what was left of her money, almost two thirds of the original amount. Again, she was told to keep it so she can get whatever else she needs for herself.

A few days ago, the mother went to her school to get the first trimester grades.

The grades are good, better than last year’s first trimester grade.

The mother was excited and can’t wait to go to tell the family waiting for her.

But the teacher dropped a bomb.

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