Bye 2007, Hello 2008…

My Happy New Year wish for you,
Is for your best year yet,
A year where life is peaceful,
And what you want, you get.

A year in which you cherish
The past year’s memories,
And live your life each new day
Full of bright expectancies.

I wish for you a holiday
With happiness galore;
And when it’s done, I wish you
Happy New Year, and many more.

Have a Blessed New Year, Everyone!

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Year End Tag

Count me in, Sis Thess

Here’s how it works:

Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Must be places or names…Nothing made up. Can’t use own name for boy/girl’s name question. If you can’t answer, skip to next one.

Famous Singer: Norah Jones, I love everything about her and that husky voice…

Four Letter Word: N-E-R-D (daw ako, hahaha!)

Street: BlaiNe (there you have it, an N…)

Colour: Navy Blue

Gifts/Present: Non Stick Griddle, it was on my wish list.

Vehicle: Nissan, that was hard. Like I said, I don’t know crap about cars!

Things in Souvenir Shop: NOTICE or Signage, they’re everywhere in souvenir shops.

Boy Name: Noel. The name has a significance in my life, like Ted. (Harruh, dyos ko!)

Girl Name: Naomi, one of my girl friends.

Movie title: Narnia, for lack of a better movie. My minds in Lalaland right now!

Drink: Napoleon, used to be my fathers fave cocktail drink.

Occupation: Nurses, they do the shots better than doctors. Don’t you think?

Celebrity: My namesake, Nelly. That handsome buff rapper turned actor. Or that lovely singer, Nelly Furtado.

Magazine: What do the nerds read? What else, National Geographic. Ahah!

City: Nairobi

Sports: Netball, another hard one. Darn sports!

Fruit: Nectarines, they’re delish when in season.

Reason for Being Late to work: Nephew or Nicholas. What can I say, he always make me late.

Something you throw away: Newspaper, when I’m done reading it.

Something you shout: Not tomorrow, not later. But now! When I’m being demanding or have a deadline to meet.

Now, I wish to tag the following friends: Meeya, Jen, Abby, Weng and Lulu. Join in the fun girls…

And here’s that nephew who makes his Yaya (that’s what he calls me) late for work. Hahahah! But kidding aside, for me — the world can wait, but not my Nicho

Every Day, Every Minute, Every Breath…

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and
lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. “This,” he said, “is not a slip.
This is lingerie.” He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It
was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The
price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. “Jan
bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years
ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well,
I guess this is the occasion.” He took the slip from me and put it on
the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His
hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the
drawer shut and turned to me. “Don’t ever save anything for a special
occasion. Every day you’re alive is a special occasion.

I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that
followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores
that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane
returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister’s
family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn’t seen or
heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without
realizing that they were special. I’m still thinking about his words,
and they’ve changed my life.

I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting on the deck and admiring
the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time in
committee meetings. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experience to savor, not endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments
now and cherish them.

I’m not “saving” anything; we use our good china and crystal for every
special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the
first camellia blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if
I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of
groceries without wincing.

I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware
stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my
party-going friends’.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip on my
vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and
hear and do it now. I’m not sure what my sister would have done had
she known that she wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow we all take for

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew
that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends
whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn’t
written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days.
Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and daughter often enough
how much I truly love them.

I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that
would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I
open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every
minute, every breath truly is…a gift from God.

-By Anne Wells-


What Me Got For Christmas

I wasn’t really expecting anything for Christmas, I figured out that presents are mostly just for kids. Although, I did go shopping (mostly online) for my family, and most were for my nephews and nieces. You see this year, our family came up with this no gift giving policy (which didn’t happen, quite obviously). But then I couldn’t stop myself from shopping and giving my love ones a little something. I’ve always found delight in seeing people smile when they receive something unexpected. What more coming from my own family, right?

MOM: For this year, Mom gave me her present days before the holidays. She bought me two dress shoes which should go well with the suit I bought last November.

DAD ALDO:  He gave me books by Sigmund Freud —The Interpretation of Dreams, The Psychology of Love, Civilization and Its Discontent, The Ego and The Id, Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality and On Murder, Mourning and Melancholia. I don’t remember ever mentioning these books to him. But he found out that I’ve been wanting to read Freuds work and my interest in pyschology.

DAD: My father who never shops (unless necessities), handed me an envelope with cash in it. Which should come in handy paying for my bills next month. Hahaha!

SIS & BROTHER IN LAW: Who got me a dozen pair of socks, mostly dress socks and my most favorite warm Angoras. Talk about foot fetish this year…

YOUNGER BROTHER: He or should I say his girlfriend got me a black silk pajama set, that fitted me perfectly. Wonder how they knew I was a XXL?

OLDER BROTHER: He got me a Miyako Geisha Scuplture, cause he knows how fascinated I am of oriental art. He also got me a Furi Knife Set which should always come in handy in the kitchen and a $100 gift card. Generous, hey!

NICHOLAS: My little boy got me a kitty key chain with my name and his on it. He claims he bought it with his own lunch money, isn’t that the sweetest?

KEN & CEE CEE: My friends got me these gay erotica books, which I happen to love reading. I know what you guys are thinking, that I’m a pervert. But for heavens sake, I’m almost 30 years old. So spare me the bee-ess, I’ll read what I like. Okay? Hahaha!

TEDDY: And my handsome partner in crime, he bought me some Alpaca Scarves (similar to the one I lost sometime ago) that just warmed my body, my heart and my soul. Golly, I am such a hopeless romantic huh?

I admit that I’m overwhelmed by all these gifts and blessings I’ve received over the holidays (and the whole entire year). It just proves that kindness and generosity is all around us. And to everyone who kept us in their thoughts and prayers this past Christmas and to friends near and far who took time to send us and express their holiday greetings… Thanks for all the well wishes, you guys filled my holidays with joy and gladness. You will all be in my heart forever! 

Life Socks I

SARDONIC THOUGHTS: Gifts would be nothing if it’s given without love and affection. Let’s not be misled by the value of things, but rather look into what’s truly important. How about a little less selfishness and a little more care?

Permission To Exhale

A bit before the Christmas festivity was over. I’ve finally summed up the courage to tell my parents of my decision over graduate school. I was ready to hear not-so-kind words or a lengthy sermon from my folks about education and the long term effects of a bad decision. I guess, it’s but natural for them to be that way. They’re just concerned, that’s all!

While Mom, Dad Aldo and my father were seated at the dining room table having coffee. I approached them and said that I wanted to tell them something. I didn’t dare try sugarcoating my words, I just said it plain and easy. “Mom, Dad, Dad Aldo. I decided to change my major. I’m going for my MS in Public Administration. “

They were silent for a while, when Dad Aldo said something. ” Is that what you really want? ” I nodded my head and said, “Yes, and I’ve done my homework well.” My parents then starred at each other, ” If you ask me,I’m okay with your decision! ”  said Mom. I was waiting for my fathers burst of anger, ” I guess that settles it. “ He was very calm, when I said ” Dad, is that all you’re going to say? “ He looked straight at me, ” Well you’ve made your decision, and your certainly are not a kid to be asking us for approval. Whatever you feel like taking for your masters should be fine by me. I just wanted you to get your masters degree, that’s all that matters! ” I felt so releived after hearing my folks said that. Dad wasn’t mad nor pissed over my decision. ” And may I ask what’s the difference between an MBA and that Public Administration you’re taking? ” I then explained it  and showed him flyers which I had in my back pocket all along. He then nodded in compliance, ” Sounds good, Son. Make us proud, alright! “ And upon hearing my parents kind approbation, it felt like a huge load has been taken off my back. Golly, I can now exhale.

This was the best present I got this Christmas. Thank heavens for that!


Don’t Get Mad, Be Bad

” Don’t get mad, get even. And beleive me, you’ll be glad you did. ”  -Mom-

I have a confession to make, I wasn’t exactly nice this Christmas. Remember my brother flaking on us last week. Thus, making me end up paying for an empty hotel room and vacant seats at the Cirque du Soleil show. Well guess what? I decided that it’s time for payback.

Christmas morning, the whole family was gathered in the living room to open our gifts. My brother was there with his so-called girl friend, my sister and her husband, my nephew, Mom and her husband and my Dad. We opened our presents and gladly received the cash envelopes, while my nephew was going crazy opening one gift to another. He’s the one with the most present underneath the tree. So he was going wild! But before the festivities ended, I handed my brother another gift. That’s besides the motorcycle gear I gave him for the holidays. He gladly opened the box right beside his guest, when suddenly his girlfriend walked out of the room. Oh sorry, my bad!

Guess what’s in the box? A picture of my brother with his wife and daughter…

What A Christmas

What a Holiday! Christmas is gone and done, and I am now back at work since yesterday. Wish I could have extended our family vacation, but there’s no way that’s ever going to happen. All of us had to be back and work hard for those stuff we charged on our credit cards. Hahahah!

Vegas was lots of fun. And the best part was — I didn’t have to drive. Though I had to bribe my sister to take my leg of the trip. I was tired and didn’t really feel like taking the driver seat. So after promising her a hundred bucks , my sister gladly took the the steering wheel. Then here’s my brother, being a flake that he’s always been. He cancelled on us at the very last minute. He was supposed to come home the night before, but he didn’t show up at my house. We tried calling him, some girl picked up his phone, saying he was still asleep. So figured out he wasn’t interested and didn’t bother convincing him. Besides, my brother’s always been and always will be a flake. Then here’s dear Teddy who took a last minute project two days before our trip. At first I was fine by it, as long as it doesn’t interrupt our plans. But here he is, two hours before our departure calling me to say that he might not be able to join us in Vegas . And soon as I heard the words not coming, I turned off my cellphone instantly. I was fuming mad, and didn’t feel like arguing on the phone. I have pictured Vegas in my head and there’s no way we’re not going. Like I said — rain or shine, with or without Ted and my brother, Vegas will push thru. And then later in the day, Ted phoned my sister to inform me that he’ll be on the first flight out to Vegas. He better be!

So after an eight and a half hours drive, we finally got to our destination all hungry and ready to dig in the buffet table. We checked in the hotel, lied down a bit and ate at the downstair restaurant. We then started walking down the strip, from the Bellagio to Circus Circus. My legs were aching from doing long walks and decided to call it a night at 9 PM.

The next morning after a hearty brunch with the family, we decided to split for a couple hours. I knew my sister and her husband had made plans of there own and same thing with Mom. I on the other hand, had to go pick up Ted at the airport. And soon as I got to the arrival area of McCarran Airport, Ted was already by the curve and all he had to do was hop into the car. We went to our hotel room after, left his luggage and  decided to do some walking and site seeing by the Venetian Hotel. Later that day, Ted and I went to the Spa at the lower level of the hotel. I bought us a couples package — massage, facials, manicure, pedicure and a seaweed wrap. Then enjoyed a dip in a hot and bubbly jacuzzi.

And after a good relaxing three hours at the Spa, we decided to meet with my family for dinner. We were supposed to go to Circo, but my Dad advised that we try Alize’ located at the top of Palms Hotel.  And my father was right, the food was superb and the view was absolutely stunning. They had the widest wine selection, I beleive it’s about two stories high with a very good looking Sommelier, who was kind enough to give us a lesson in wine pairing. It was an absolute dining experience and would definitely recommend this restaurant to anyone visiting The Sin City.

And after that to-die-for dinner, we headed to the Bellagio Hotel to watch a Cirque du Soleil show they call O. I didn’t expect the tickets to be so overly priced, but we figured out that we got this far, so why not spend the extra dollars. However pricey, the show was total crowd teaser. It may have been one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. And the audience gave the performers a standing ovation. It was simply fantastic!

To be continued…