A Festival of Trees

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As far back as I can remember, it has been our family’s tradition to decorate our Christmas tree on the 8th of December — my sister Maissie’s birthday. Now that we live thousands of miles apart, she asked that we sort of keep the tradition alive together by posting photos of Christmas trees on her Facebook timeline along with our usual birthday greetings.

Of course, true to form, I am now a day late for the party. Good thing I have these in my photo files. I hope this more than makes up for it, sistah. 🙂

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Have a great year!

Nothing to see here, folks, ’cause I’m busy reading my favorite blogs, so go away, go away. 😀

Oh wait… HAVE A GREAT YEAR! May you have lots to celebrate and an offline life so rich you must make time to go online and tell us about it. 🙂


There is no such thing as a thanksgiving day in the Philippines. What we have are separate fiestas that celebrate the bountiful harvest and produce of various towns. There’s also Eidul Fitr, a day of thanksgiving for our Muslim countrymen. But no national thanksgiving day.

And that’s too bad because we’d do well to have one. Most of us for most of the year are unforgiving of ourselves and of others, cynical about systems and what-have-yous, and suspicious of our government and that traffic light that turns red every time we’re almost at the intersection. Some even make a daily living out of being snarky (morning AM radio, anyone?).  A day to break away from all that will be a blessed relief.

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25 Years in the Making

This is why I haven’t posted anything for some time.

That’s me with my classmates friends from high school and we are all holding copies of our class’s Silver Jubilee Memory Book. Yep, we are 25 years past high school.

Kids who were born the year we graduated are now in their 2nd or 3rd jobs. Madonna is 50 years old. Michael Jackson is dead. There is no going back to the USSR. 

I (and Sheila and our friend Kyn) worked on this for months and for no pay. On top of our day jobs.  I have gray marshmallows under my eyes. But my childhood fantasy of putting out some sort of publication (however minor, however limited the run and readership) has … *cue the thunder!* … come to pass.

I am more pleased than pleased with the outcome. Happy, happy, happy.  (Sorry, Ma, I know it’s the Holy Week but I can’t help it.)

So in less than a week I’ll be seeing everyone again.

Eeek, my hair!