I got this tag from Dee. Actually a long while back. And it gathered dust in the deepest recesses of my memory, unperturbed by Conscience's constant nagging to Sloth for the latter's passive defiance to action, until...today, when I randomly recalled about it, among other things, and fortunately Sloth decided to take a break.
So, let me think randomly 25 times about my enigmatic self.
1. Yes, I am forty-something, and counting...with fingers crossed.
2. I am torn between two lovers. My tomcats in the house now totaled four. I share our bed with them. ",) Until now, my love for cats has not waned, and my cats adore me too, ",) Hubby hates them but tries to put up a patient front to prevent my transformation into a tiger. ",) I now resolve not to make further rescues of stray cats.
3. I worry, I fear - dwells on sadness and the negative. Did some research through the Internet. Could be dysthymia? Me thinking deep. When I get the blues, it stays longer than necessary, and sometimes these blues are self-magnified and self-imposed.
4. Or to be briefly exact, I am getting old.
5. I never got interested in flowers and ornamental plants before but when I transferred to our new house, I started to grow a garden in my small yard and begun to love it, although lately I left them crafting their own devices.
6. Because I got busy entertaining my miseries. Lately, I thought, why not pull the weeds? In my garden, and in my mind as well?
7. I vacillate. The culprit of all these unfinishedness. Ugh!
8. I live in a roughly finished house which my husband and I started to build in 2005. It will be finished in God's time which I pray to happen in my time. ",)
9. I just lost my father last July 22 this year.
10. I am the eldest of the three siblings, all girls.
11. I am the tallest of the three; the spot for the prettiest went to the youngest.
12. And because of that I married last, the youngest married first, lol.
13. I was able to find a taller guy for a husband, luckily (he allows me to stand taller than him when I get mad). ",)
14. I am a lefty but got reformatted early on.
15. I slowly abandoned the interests I had before in my younger years, succumbing to the drabness of my disposition. Tsk, tsk!
16. My all time favorite spiritual books are: The Way by E. Stanley Jones and The Imitation of Christ by Thomas A. Kempis. They offered the right concoction for my famished soul - suited my taste.
17. I enjoy solo, undisturbed, unhurried moments. As always, I find it here in the countryside. I love the quiet, the blissful kind, not the empty, lonely sort. But the empty, lonely one oftentimes vexes my spirit.
18. As i pointed out here in my blog page, I am the creation of the God of contrasts.
19. I am the product of the bigotries of my upbringing.
20. It is my prayer to grow old before I die.
21. I always do soul-checking which alternately distresses and fortifies me. My goal is to be a beautiful soul.
So, let me think randomly 25 times about my enigmatic self.
1. Yes, I am forty-something, and counting...with fingers crossed.
2. I am torn between two lovers. My tomcats in the house now totaled four. I share our bed with them. ",) Until now, my love for cats has not waned, and my cats adore me too, ",) Hubby hates them but tries to put up a patient front to prevent my transformation into a tiger. ",) I now resolve not to make further rescues of stray cats.
3. I worry, I fear - dwells on sadness and the negative. Did some research through the Internet. Could be dysthymia? Me thinking deep. When I get the blues, it stays longer than necessary, and sometimes these blues are self-magnified and self-imposed.
4. Or to be briefly exact, I am getting old.
5. I never got interested in flowers and ornamental plants before but when I transferred to our new house, I started to grow a garden in my small yard and begun to love it, although lately I left them crafting their own devices.
6. Because I got busy entertaining my miseries. Lately, I thought, why not pull the weeds? In my garden, and in my mind as well?
7. I vacillate. The culprit of all these unfinishedness. Ugh!
8. I live in a roughly finished house which my husband and I started to build in 2005. It will be finished in God's time which I pray to happen in my time. ",)
9. I just lost my father last July 22 this year.
10. I am the eldest of the three siblings, all girls.
11. I am the tallest of the three; the spot for the prettiest went to the youngest.
12. And because of that I married last, the youngest married first, lol.
13. I was able to find a taller guy for a husband, luckily (he allows me to stand taller than him when I get mad). ",)
14. I am a lefty but got reformatted early on.
15. I slowly abandoned the interests I had before in my younger years, succumbing to the drabness of my disposition. Tsk, tsk!
16. My all time favorite spiritual books are: The Way by E. Stanley Jones and The Imitation of Christ by Thomas A. Kempis. They offered the right concoction for my famished soul - suited my taste.
17. I enjoy solo, undisturbed, unhurried moments. As always, I find it here in the countryside. I love the quiet, the blissful kind, not the empty, lonely sort. But the empty, lonely one oftentimes vexes my spirit.
18. As i pointed out here in my blog page, I am the creation of the God of contrasts.
19. I am the product of the bigotries of my upbringing.
20. It is my prayer to grow old before I die.
21. I always do soul-checking which alternately distresses and fortifies me. My goal is to be a beautiful soul.
22. My name is taken from Paralipomenon 2, Chapter 22.
23. I haven't written to a dear friend in Minnesota for a long time now and I am so mad at me because of that. You see, I so love her that I wanted to write her a perfect long letter but never got successful. So, the letters are always rehearsed in my head but never got its final version in print. One of my goals as I started to put up this blog was to connect with her through here. We've been writing since the late 80s! Missed you so much my Peace Corps friend. She still cares to write and even so, tries to read my silence. I feel melodramatic each time I think of her. She's a special friend to me. I don't know why writing a letter became a convoluted task. It's not because I no longer want to keep in touch with my long time friends, I still do. To write not has made me feel wretched for letting the wilting of my cherished friendships happen. It is not what I intended to. I have a deeper problem to deal with and my love for writing letters just gets overridden and forced to go into exile because, because, because... that habit, became and attitude, that is now trying to get branded as a disorder to appear classy. ",) I have also a penfriend in Finland in high school. We have not communicated also for many, many years. Surprisingly, I got a Christmas Card from her last December - the lone card I got from the post. ",) Emails rule. I only sent her a reply this month, bum! Because I'd be doomed to greet her not on her birthday this 26th of September. And I should soon be writing to my PC friend. She will have her birthday the 22nd of October.
24. I was 5.5 years of age upon enrollment in Grade 1. There was no pre-school that time.
25. I need a lifestyle check. You see, I think I am living an unhealthy lifestyle.
Oh, almost forgot to say, "Thanks for this tag, Dee." My apologies for doing it only now. The fault is due to a symptomatic fact pursuant to Randomly Yours No. 23. ",) ",)
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About your friends: have you tried searching for them in Facebook? If you have their emails that will be a cinch. Search and then add (befriend) them. Or use their real names in search. Facebook has 300 million users. Who knows you might get lucky.
By the way, have you tried playing FB games? They have Farm Ville and Farm Town. Just right up your taste in things pastoral, my friend.
Or if you wanna have some action - what's that action film again by Angelina Jolie? - you can join the Mafia. Ahehehe.
Just trying to coax you my friend out of the doldrums. ",)
Question: Why is it when you're counting your age you keep your fingers crossed? It's as if you're disarming a time bomb there? Ahehehe. Kidding, Joji.
You must have your ubiquitous carabao sub for you in Plurk. You still have a big egg for Karma. Just like me. lols
I also pray that I will get old before I die. I want to see my kids get married, have kids and I also want to travel! :)
40 years old and counting? with fingers crossed? Wahahah!
Ipagdiwang ang buhay Ate Joji eheheh!
Me, too. I also want to live before I actually die. :) Where na u, Joji?
@elmot: yeah, I am celebrating every moment of it despite the tingles in my crossed fingers, ano kaya to, symptoma ng arthritis? ",)",)
@Jan: Pasyensya ka na, Jan. Utang ko nga mag ewan ng ipot sa page mo. Dinadalaw pa rin kita kahit mukhang nagmumulto lang ako dun. Thanks nga sa pagdalaw mo, isa kang tunay at ka ibig ibig na kaibigan, ",) ",) Andito lang ako, nagmumukmok sa sulok na maraming problema at alikabok. Ibig ko ngang kumatok sa pusong tumitibok. Pero ako namay inaantok. Kelangan ko lang siguro, kaunting joke,joke.
@Beth: yeah, napakasarap isipin na andun pa tayo kahit malalaki na sila. Yan ang advantage sa young parents. Sa akin mejo i got a little late pero baka makahabol pa rin ako sa swerte at bigyan pa ako ng mahabang panahon dito para sa aking unico ijo.
Hayun o nagparamdam ang dyosa na nakasakay sa kalabaw. Ahehehe.
Kumusta? Anong nangyayari sa fingers mo? Kumuha ka ng tagalaba at tagaplantsa. Tapos punta ka sa FilAm Life Insurance at ipa insure mo ang blogging fingers mo. Mahirap na.
Ano latest? Tila yata matamlay ka pa rin, Joji. Cheer up, friend. :)
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