--We are all not ready

I have been working in one company for running 8 years now. One could say I found contentment and happiness in the career that I have chosen, but I think that my utmost loyalty is main reason why.My humble beginning and success towards promotions are all by-product of

--Fathers Day!

--Fathers Day!

---@35th.

I usually get this depressive mode when my birthday is coming. It could be because I am a year older each time and the race to old age is quite getting faster. Today, I have zero plans. For some reason, I want the day to pass like the usual ones.

At 8pm, June 17th my hubby gave me a gift. I opened it past after midnight,the entire night I was dozing. It was a silver necklace, with a cute swan pendant.Morning came and decided to watch a movie, Green Lantern. Good thing is that I have this movie pass, so it's helping the budget. His mom will cook the regular food on Filipino birthdays, pansit or rice noodles to celebrate longer life. It was raining, too bad. Dropped by at the nearest church, lit a candle and whispered a little prayer or two.

It was our first time to watch a movie on 3D, and I will not try it again. I got migraine after which I think was the after effect of the 3D glass I wore, and he said his head sorta ached too. We brought home some ice cream and pizza for the kids. What made the day different was the poster Xy made for me, with my face drawn on it, with watercolors. She pasted it on the wall, in our room, with Xeon and her greeting card made out of her grade school paper.

On the eternally reliable Facebook, I have got tone of greetings written on my wall. They were from friends, relatives and coworkers whom I have dealt with one way or another. My mom greeted me, I'm sure my dad forgot it {it was ok :(}, and my siblings texted me too.

Overall, it was just another day.

-Mutant and proud

--My new pink Arena!!

--Passing through a timewarp

I have always been fascinated by old things. I find beauty looking at old style houses, photographs, greeting cards from friends, keepsakes etc. Part of me admits that I'm a sentimental type of person. So, there's this neighbor whose house is situated along the roadside of our street. It's nothing really like a big house, infact, from the outside view, I could imagine how many things are crowding inside. Furnitures and old stuffs clinging all over the wall. He's already around 70 years old or less, I'm not quite sure, though my guess was base on how old his kids are. Each morning, whenever I pass by their house and would find one of his kids taking smoke, they'd comfortably greet us "Good morning!", which is kinda awkward in a Filipino settings. Most of us wont get the habit of greeting neighbors and rather do it as a sign of respect for our teachers or bosses. I'd smile back and greet him as well. They go to church each and every Sunday. The old man's car are all decorated with miniature saints sticked in front of their car. Outside their house, were flower pots hanging by the walls, and his little garden in front, were all donned with small toys from Happy meals and stuffs. There were also kaleidoscopic pinwheels rotating nicely as the wind blows. He picks up dry leaves each morning, toil the soil and water them regular. One of the best thing I love about this man is, he loves playing on old music, usually 70's or 60's era which always reminds me of so many things. Every Sunday, I feel like I am being serenaded as I pass. It gives me a momentary flashback of the things I miss and used to like,..not that music though.
When I was ten years old, or seven I think, we used to own a phonograph. My mom would play along L3's to the tune of The Platters, Comodores, etc. The melancholy grows sometimes reaching my deeper subconcious.

But, weeks ago, the local government has a project of replacing old pipelines with bigger ones. It was something necessary because I realize that the old ones they took offf were terribly small, with more or less 20" in diameter. And since his fancy garden was sitting along the public owned piece of land, the would need to eradicate it so that the workers could dig. I felt