I will admit it… I am a crybaby! I wasn’t like this but I guess old age is creeping in and the tear ducts are loosening up. Hahaha! I cry at the silliest things. I cry at touching scenes be it a tv commercial. I cry when I read novels. I cry when I watch movies.
Of course, I cry when I am reminded of my loved ones who are already with our Creator. And whenever I see my brother, our youngest, celebrating momentous events in his life without a mom by his side.
What about you?
If you only had ten more years to live, would you do anything differently?
If I only have ten years to live I will change the way I live my life. I will spend it alternately traveling by myself and spending every minute of the rest being with my family. I will sleep very little and will spend every waking moment doing what I have always wanted to do. Road trips, meeting up with friends, writing nonstop (so I can leave something behind) and putting everything into perspective so that the love ones I will be leaving behind won’t have to be burdened with whatever unfinished business I might have.
That’s what I will do. I will make sure that I will create memories, ones that will make my love ones remember me for as long as they live.
You know I’ve always been a passive person. I always let life pass by. But if I know I only have a couple of years left to live, I’d make sure to go out with a bang!
What about you? What will you do if you know you only have ten more years to live?
One of my secret dreams is to become a good singer. Or just to have a really good voice. I just find women who can sing high notes really cool! I do feel also that a woman who can carry a tune impresses the hell out of a guy
I wish I was born with great voice. But since I am not I just have to find something I can use to my advantage, right? My writing ability perhaps? Hahaha
I have a weird sense of humor. Most of the things I find funny are not really that funny to others. When I start laughing, believe me, even when I am alone I can laugh and laugh. It’s hard for me to contain my laughter.
When others are fighting to keep their tears from falling, I find something funny not in their grief but in my situation. I am afraid of crying in public because when I start, it’s hard for me to stop. Plus, it’s my self-defense. I hate being vulnerable in front of others.
Does this explain my sense of humor?
My sisters would often tease me about the old songs that I love. What can I say? I’m an old soul and proud of it! I love songs of the ’70s and ’80s. And songs from earlier eras.
One of my favorite singers is Johnny Mathis. If you are an old soul like me, you know who I am talking about. He sang Misty, my all-time favorite song. Plus those feel-good Christmas songs. I just love that man’s voice!
Here’s a video of Misty by Johnny Mathis. I hope you enjoy listening to his voice as much as I do…
Happy listening!
Do you know what I realized? I love things when they are simple and straightforward. I realized this when Twitter and Facebook started forcing their members to use a new interface. Why change something that’s working perfectly fine?!?
I don’t like to change into the new interface. Twitter has the option to switch back to the old one. But with Facebook, everyone is being forced to use the new one. Argh! I like the old one better!
Sigh.
I don’t like cookies that much. Whenever I crave for some, it’s just a few pieces together with coffee and that’s it. Then it will take a long time for me to crave for some again. I just don’t like eating something so dry. I consider something dry when you bite into it and crumbs will fall right away.
And no, I don’t dip my cookies in milk. I just didn’t grow up with that kind of thing at home.
What’s the most wasteful thing you do each day?
Thinking and planning. It’s actually my excuse not to work. I think so hard and try to plan, map out the next 24 hours but, well, planning just doesn’t work for me. It’s a waste of time! I don’t really follow a specific plan. Going with the flow works best for me. Or spur of the moment decisions made.
Why do I keep on thinking and planning if I know it’s a waste of time, you might ask. Well, I love doing it! It makes me feel organized for some reason. And it’s an old habit that is truly hard to break.
Mababaw lang ang aking kaligayahan.
It’s true. I am a simple person with simple joys in life. And my simple joys are my books. I’ve been known to get overjoyed at the site of so many books around me. In fact, family and friends know that if they want to give me a gift that I will really be happy about, they’d give me a book I want.
Books mean happiness to me. That sounds so geeky but it is.
I can and will do everything for my family. If it means sacrificing something, then so be it! It’s always been like that. Sometimes, actually, it makes me think whether that’s the right approach to things. I may be making things too easy for them.
But we’ve been through a lot. Who wants to make their love ones suffer anyway? Who wants to see her siblings having a hard time? Not me.
My sister was having problems with her boss. She would often come home from work looking haggard and stressed out. She would tell me about how her boss made her day difficult. She was being bullied each and every day! As her older sister, my protective instinct kicks in whenever I hear her being bullied. I want to go to her office and give her boss a dose of her own medicine! Of course she’s old enough to fight her own battles but still…
I think you never stop being the oldest in the family. I know I won’t.
