I do make new year resolutions. In fact I wrote about how to keep them some years ago (note to self - ebook).
I don't believe in just going with the flow although it seemed for a time that I was just floating through life. I believe we are all meant to do something on this earth more than existing. So every year, I try to reflect and see if I am getting nearer to accomplishing what It is I am supposed to do before my stay on this earth comes to an end.
You need to find what it is you should be doing. You need to establish your legacy for the next generations. You have to determine your purpose.
And what do you do after you have fulfilled your purpose? Find the next one of course.
Showing posts with label new year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new year. Show all posts
Starting With the Bang
As I write, I can still hear firecrackers way off. There were a lot this year and the show from the terrace was terrific.
We live close enough from where a TV network held its countdown so I was able to watch their fireworks display. It was a good five minute display
Yet there were other displays, not as long but equally engaging. It seemed we were surrounded by these fireworks displays. We ourselves could not engage in such for health reasons but it is always fun to watch.
It seemed like an auspicious start. May we all have a prosperous 2015!
We live close enough from where a TV network held its countdown so I was able to watch their fireworks display. It was a good five minute display
Yet there were other displays, not as long but equally engaging. It seemed we were surrounded by these fireworks displays. We ourselves could not engage in such for health reasons but it is always fun to watch.
It seemed like an auspicious start. May we all have a prosperous 2015!
Today at the Bank
I had a biz transaction to complete today so I made a supposedly quick trip to the bank. When I got there however, I realized that was not going to be. So I took my place at the tail of a snaking queue that was fast becoming longer than two king cobras combined.
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The line progressed slowly even as the counter space for five tellers was fully manned. It would definitely be an irritating wait if I don't do something. I began by grabbing and going through the bank's brochures. I chose to keep one that defined investment terms and returned the rest. Still a long way from the counter. I decided to just observe the people in the line with me.
The first to catch my eye was the lady in front of me. She was wearing a gray cardigan over a red turtleneck with a button clasp at the back that formed a little hole. Her hair was braided so the clasp and the hole were visible. There was a blue piece of plastic sticking out of that hole which turned out to be the cover of a ballpoint. The pen was stuck into it and was hidden under the blouse. A little later, her cardigan slid down revealing a second pen lower down the hole. Interesting, most people put it in their hair.
As the line moved, I noticed another lady. She had on a black blouse with a cut out on both sleeves surrounded by beads meant to look like small pearls. She was wearing cargo shorts in an old rose color with the straps unlocked. What really caught my eye were her tresses. They were the same color as her blouse and went down beyond her shorts. When the curving snake put me directly across her, I asked about it. She smiled and said, yes, they were all naturally hers. I'm impressed, really. I wear my hair short because I like it wash and wear, no fuss. Hair like that must use a lot of shampoo, not to mention a very long comb.
There were a lot more to be seen and occupy my time with. The lady behind me had on a pink blouse with a cluster of glittering black beads in the middle of the chest area. Further behind us was a lady clutching what seemed to me to be a formal bag because it had the design of a barong accented with sequins. There was also the couple who clung to each other; the tall tanned guy in black sando embracing the fair skinned girl wearing a white shirt.
As I looked around, I noticed that the dominant color was reds and pinks, followed by black and grays with white following a far third. Does the color mean anything to these people? I was one of the whites because I just wanted to wear the design which was in yellow.
Whatever the reason for being there or for wearing what they did, I hope the over 30 minute wait in that line did not dampen their spirits. It really did not do that to me because with such a long line, I expected to be there longer. Anyway, . . . .
As the line moved, I noticed another lady. She had on a black blouse with a cut out on both sleeves surrounded by beads meant to look like small pearls. She was wearing cargo shorts in an old rose color with the straps unlocked. What really caught my eye were her tresses. They were the same color as her blouse and went down beyond her shorts. When the curving snake put me directly across her, I asked about it. She smiled and said, yes, they were all naturally hers. I'm impressed, really. I wear my hair short because I like it wash and wear, no fuss. Hair like that must use a lot of shampoo, not to mention a very long comb.
There were a lot more to be seen and occupy my time with. The lady behind me had on a pink blouse with a cluster of glittering black beads in the middle of the chest area. Further behind us was a lady clutching what seemed to me to be a formal bag because it had the design of a barong accented with sequins. There was also the couple who clung to each other; the tall tanned guy in black sando embracing the fair skinned girl wearing a white shirt.
As I looked around, I noticed that the dominant color was reds and pinks, followed by black and grays with white following a far third. Does the color mean anything to these people? I was one of the whites because I just wanted to wear the design which was in yellow.
Whatever the reason for being there or for wearing what they did, I hope the over 30 minute wait in that line did not dampen their spirits. It really did not do that to me because with such a long line, I expected to be there longer. Anyway, . . . .
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
Let's Celebrate
Yesterday, we had a family reunion. My brother who is studying abroad came home for the holidays and he brought his family over to the house for lunch. My niece who is studying in another city was also home for the holidays.
My sister decided to cook pansit for the occassion. It was already our midnight meal but she cooked enough to last us a few more days. I had planned to get ice cream cake which my nephew volunteered to buy for me (he just wanted a reason to go out). My brother brought some roasted liempo. We also had ham, cheese and a whole chicken cooked in the turbo oven.
The highlight was the baby. My brother's youngest turned one in September and is only beginning to run. She is curious about a lot of things and stares to observe what is going on around her.
The wonderful thing was that she was in a good mood yesterday. She smiled. She laughed. She hammed it up for the camera.
And she even danced! When some hiphop music played on the radio, she would raise her arms and sway about. If she was sitted, she would still raise her hands and sway her head.
My sister decided to cook pansit for the occassion. It was already our midnight meal but she cooked enough to last us a few more days. I had planned to get ice cream cake which my nephew volunteered to buy for me (he just wanted a reason to go out). My brother brought some roasted liempo. We also had ham, cheese and a whole chicken cooked in the turbo oven.
The highlight was the baby. My brother's youngest turned one in September and is only beginning to run. She is curious about a lot of things and stares to observe what is going on around her.
The wonderful thing was that she was in a good mood yesterday. She smiled. She laughed. She hammed it up for the camera.
And she even danced! When some hiphop music played on the radio, she would raise her arms and sway about. If she was sitted, she would still raise her hands and sway her head.
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