Of Gratitude and Other Things. I don’t speak German (but I can eat German food), just used that free translation site to come up with this heading. What better way to give thanks to my sister on the other side of the globe, Manay Thess from The Netherlands. A million thanks, my dear! Hearts to you for bestowing me this Nice Matter Award. That was very sweet and kind of you! I never thought of my blog as inspiring, as it’s a mere tale of my everyday life — both good and bad. But glad my stories can be of comfort to others, at the very least.
Im quoting this from Manay Thess entry:
According to the originator of the Nice Matters award it is intended for “those that are just nice people, good blog friends, and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration! Those that care about others, that are there to lend support, or those that are just a positive influence in our blogging world!” For those receiving the award, you may like to pass on the award to seven (7) whom you think deserves it.
And so, I’m passing the baton to these seven wonderful people I got to be friends with (thru blogging and my past life). They don’t just inspire, but they have the kindest and loving hearts. Some of them, I never got a chance to meet yet (and I’m so longing to see them all face to face). But I trust my gut feeling, that they’re the most fab people you can meet in ones lifetime. Here’s my magic seven (7):
Sister Thess. I give you back this award, now you have two! She’s not just a good friend, but a wonderful sister as well. She might be sardonic (like me, in her own words) on the outside, but she has the most loving heart. She’s one of my inspiration, both in the kitchen and in photography. Thanks for all the support!
Abby G. A friend from highschool, who’s beauty exudes inside and out (walang bola yan!). Her stories always finds a way to get to me. I either end up laughing, start pouting, get surprised, feel confident, sometimes even jealous (your Miami trip). Hahaha!
Banggigay. Another friend from highschool who’s travels inspired me to get on my two feet and become an overnight wayfarer. Beauty and brains, she got both! (truly yan hah) I just love reading her stories, she’s contagious and always on the go.
Rino. A fellow ailurophile who’s always been with me thru good and bad times. He inspire me to write and he’s also one darn good essayist (I’ve been telling him that, but remains humble). He’s eloquent, diligent and smart!
Meeya. Her confessions never fails to make me smile. I have not met her in person, but felt like I’ve known her for years. I love reading about her chic-ness and the mommy side of her. I red one of her entries not too long ago, entitled Bliss and was so into it (the maternal side of me, LOL). I can honestly feel the love. The one, only a mother can give.
Weng. Another dashing mommy! Her stories about her cute and pretty munchkin has kept me on top of things, as far as taking care of my own toddler. I learn from her experiences, just by reading her blog. Somehow, (I dont know how) there’s this connection I have with her. Maybe because she’s a Munchkin Mommy and I’m a Daddy Yo!
Apols. I feel like she’s my next door girl friend. She speaks the truth, she speaks her mind, no keme-keme’s! She expresses herself completely in words and her life is an open book. She’s confident and she’s one pretty mommy!
Gone in Five Minutes. I saw a $5 bill earlier as I was getting out of my car. I quickly looked left and right, to see if there’s anyone looking. But since there’s none, it’s all mine! Finders keepers, right? I quickly got back in my car and drove off to the neaby Caffino to buy me a Mocha. Maybe, I’ve been drinking way too many home brewed coffee. That when the I saw the figures on the cash register screen, it was freaking $4.20! Wow, has the prices increased lately? Or am I just plain cheap? Hahahah! I guess that means I’m back to home brewed coffee after this, unless I find myself another $5 bill at the parking lot. Hahaha!
Fresh From The Grocery Isle. Just when I thought the world was big enough, I saw a dear cousin at the Asian Market. Remember that cousin who borrowed some money from me? The one who’s parents end up paying for his tab? Yes, him! I was at the meat section when I saw this guy wearing a red Mobil jacket (he always wear that). He’s the only guy I know (by far) who wears the same jacket, so I knew it was him. He then looked backed and gave me this strange stare. I thought he was going to run away when he saw me, but he ended walking in my direction. I said hi (I know it’s stupid, what was I thinking?) and then he stopped right beside where I was standing.
” The nerve of you, Nell! Can’t beleive you got my parents involve in this. I told you I was going to pay you, Dude. Can’t you wait? God! Now everyone in the family is talking about my business. “ He angrily said to me.
Forgive me if I have to raised my eyebrows again, I think my cousin has turned coo-coo! Maybe he’s forgetting something here, I was the victim here and not him. Now he’s acting like I’m the bad guy. He does not want the family to know about his crime, but he did it anyway. Huh!
” FIRST of all, you have some nerve coming up to me with a bad attitude after running away with my money. Have some shame, of all people. Why screw your own family? SECOND, don’t raise your voice cause you don’t have a right to do so. THIRD, you need to do a reality check, seriously! And then maybe have your brain checked. Maybe you’re forgetting something here — I don’t owe you, you’re the one who owes me! And I didn’t ran away either, remember? Last I checked, I still have the same address and same phone number. If you really have all the intentions to pay me back, I was only a phone call away. FOURTH, don’t call me Dude cause you’re nobody to me. I don’t want a swindler for a cousin. And FIFTH, you better get off my face before I shove this piece of meat in your mouth. Now, f@@k off! “ I annoyingly said to him.
Then I gracefully walked passed by him and went to the next isle. Last I saw, he left his cart and took off. I think he deserves to be confronted and make him realize that I’m not afraid nor intimidated by him and his macho attitude. It takes a real man to scare the living hell of me. Not just one like him! Taray ba?
中村 Nakamura (center of the village) 聖人 Masato (sacred person)