High School

Song: Cinderella
Singer: Stage crew
HCAS 88

Trapped

Thirsty

Friday is here.
Where's my beer?

Dash

Two years ago.















Two days ago.

.... Let me out please.

Planting Season

I bought two more Indian Trees for P100 at Makilala.
More planting jobs this weekend.
And I still have to weed out grass from the back lawn.
Tsk. Tsk.

Failed Expectations

A friend was angry over her hubby's disregard of a special occasion in their lives; "he did not forget, he just ignored our special day," she insisted.

I remember the times when I, too, failed to plan for an anniversary or for a special occasion:

One valentines day, about five years ago, I nearly forgot to give Gem a gift; I was busy giving Valentine day treats to my customers. When I finally had the time -- late in the afternoon-- to buy flowers for her, all I found, at any shop, were wilted and lifeless roses, surely not the one she likes. When I came to DBP near the evening with her roses, the relieved but defeated look on her face pierced painfully into my soul. It seemed that every breathing female in the bank got a special bouquet from their thoughtful partners, all delivered in the morning. What anguish she must have felt the entire day! Since then, every morning of valentines day, at least, three dozen, long-stemmed, baby-pink, fresh roses always find its way to DBP.

But nothing beats the way I totally ignored our first month anniversary (not yet married but still) as couples. Darn. A long story, and I'm sleepy. Well, after all, there are no mistakes, only lessons to be learned.

I wonder about the true measure of real love. Is it logical for the small, daily, loving gestures to be thrown out of the window once a major occasion is ignored? Or should we celebrate our individuality and understand our partner's unique way of expressing their love? Which, most of the time, are different from ours. For me, I guess, what is important to Gem, must be, genuinely, as important to me, too.

As for my friend, the day ended pretty well for her, after all.

A fleeting, nonsense thought: if one regularly forgets, then one must easily be forgiven the moment one forgets! Makes sense.

College Photos

School

Winifred C. Marshall

School bells are ringing, loud and clear;
Vacation's over, school is here.

We hunt our pencils and our books,
And say goodbye to fields and brooks,

To carefree days of sunny hours,
To birds and butterflies and flowers.

8th habit

Finally, after two days, I finished listening to the 8th habit... again. I will update my audio files when I get home.

“One word expresses the pathway to greatness: voice. Those on this path find their voice and inspire others to find theirs. The rest never do.” - Covey

The power to discover your voice lies in the potential that was bequeathed to you at birth. Latent and undeveloped, the seeds of greatness were planted. You were given magnificent “birth-gifts”-talents, capacities, privileges, intelligences, opportunities-that would remain largely unopened except through your own decision and effort. Open these gifts. Learn what taps your talents and fuels your passion-that rises out of a great need in the world that you feel drawn by conscience to meet-therein lies your voice, your calling, your soul’s code.

Friend's day out

At SM after watching HS Musical