She came second, but acted like the first
She needn’t say a word, now she’s well-versed
Quiet and always with a book, while the siblings dance
They’ve done the lot, but she maintained her resistance
They have a happy childhood, with hundreds of cousins
They played, they swam, they partied and other actions
She got her degree in Chemistry with a loyalty medal
She went to Europe and saw her first snow and castle
There she met someone in the lab and romance bloomed
Six months in the lab and the relationship mushroomed
But got separated because both want to experience more
Then they came back and decided it was forevermore
A son was born and the three played house with a garden
Everything revolved around the son, which was part of a bargain
Until the time came, when the son left and emptied the nest
The couple couldn’t complain, they were happy and blessed
Now back to being two, they’re enjoying being SKIers
Spending Kids Inheritance, by going to different places
Experiencing life to the full while they still can
Ticking their Bucket List in their life span
A red phantom bus
Driving on a crooked road
Definitely red even in blackness
A double decker one with code
Where will it go? I have to find out
I put my thumb up, it stops
I’m on a real journey
A mysterious one
In the journey of life, it’s not always smooth sailing
Rough ways, getting lost, storms and other set-backs
We can’t stand still as the sky might fall
After rainy days we see flowers blooming
The daffodils, tulips, bluebells and the lilacs
We go through life, don’t have to look for cure-all
When we see a bridge, do we stop or cross it?
Do we choose another way or see where it leads?
And when life is not going according to our plans
It’s tough, problems come and go but let’s not quit
There’s always a reason, all according to our deeds
Think of the future generation, think of our clans
Like a vicious cycle that keeps on repeating itself
Do we go with the waves or find another way?
Do we weep for the lost dream or create a new one?
Whatever we do, we’re all responsible for ourselves
Be they bright or grey, be swayed and find our way
Life is brilliant, let’s not give up and let’s have fun
A Jeffreys Sonnet was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is isosyllabic (only 8 syllable per line), 2 sestets with a cross rhymed couplet (the cross rhyme is in the 2nd to 4th syllable in each of the two lines of the couplet). Also there is a cross rhyme in the first line of the 2nd sestet (between the 2nd to 4th syllable), tying the 1st sestet to the 2nd. So the rhyme scheme would be: aabccb, (b)ddeffe, (e)g (g)e. The letters in ( ) are the cross rhymes.
I journeyed through my entire life
where the streets with rumour ran rife
to places I don’t know about
and I thought to myself be brave
and of course, I’ve got to behave
I’m sure I’ll reach there without doubt
the route I take leads me to you
challenges I’ve got to get through
I know you are waiting for me
together we can carry on
and what do you make of yon?
for in life we can go jointly
we agree to traverse beyond
we’re fond of spending time with glee
It happened again! This was the second time that I have seen her ghost. She was wearing a flowing white wedding gown, barefoot, her long hair cascading and she was running. I was taking photos of some of the spring flowers that were peeking out in the garden – cherry blossoms, crocuses, daffodils and some tulips. When I looked at the photos, she was there in the background; just some part of her gown was shown. The first time I saw her, she was coming down the stairs, also in a rush. I just saw some parts of her black hair. I thought I was just imagining things, but that time, it was also very cold in that part of the house.
I rang my mother straight away and she said it was probably my great, great ancestor Maria Clara who was supposed to get married but the groom didn’t turn up. Ibarra, the groom was on his way to the church when he was captured by the Spanish Civil Guards. They accused him of rebellion and sentenced to be hanged. Maria Clara went to see him in prison but they denied her of that right. She went berserk and tried to kill the guard. In his defence, the guard shot her. It was very tragic.
I was 23 when I first left my country. The first time to be away from my family, the first time to travel to Europe, my adventure. I could still remember that day when they all took me to the airport, my parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, friends – quite disheartening, actually. I was sad to leave them, but at the same time, looking forward to my journey.
A week after I’ve arrived in France, it started snowing. I couldn’t believe my eyes; the whole world was blanketed in white! It was so incredibly gorgeous and perfect, no footsteps in it, just lumps and bumps where plants sat in the gardens and cars entirely covered in snow. I was mesmerised. As soon as I’ve felt its powdery texture, I thought to myself, “This was the White Christmas people were dreaming about.” I couldn’t imagine that just a week ago, from sweltering morning – traffic starting to build up in Manila. The noise of cars, taxis, motorcycles, vans and jeepneys beeping and honking, children going to school and adults to work, street vendors selling taho (soya) or peanuts. Such a difference! A normal hectic day in Manila compared to a peaceful, snowy one in France.
Four years later, I was returning to the Philippines. I have lived in Switzerland, Germany and the United States. I worked as a Secretary to the Ambassador of Ethiopia at the United Nations Office in Geneva. I did the English correspondence and dealt with his appointments. It was a great diplomatic experience. Then I went to Germany to do some laboratory training. I’ve got my Chemistry degree from the Philippines, so I was able to get a 6-month training at BASF, Ludwigshafen. There, I met Him Indoors, who was also doing some training. Action and reaction, love happened and we were sad to part ways after the training. I went to Los Angeles, California, USA and he went back to the UK to finish his Chemistry degree. In the summer, he visited me in Los Angeles and we decided to get married. That was the reason I was returning to the Philippines – to tell my parents that we were getting married.
The EDSA Revolution of 1986 in the Philippines. I was part of the crowd – a bizarre mixture of people coming and going in every direction, military tanks and cannons with their soldiers greeted with flowers and food, burning tires, activist flags and streamers, vendors selling their wares, vehicles parked everywhere and some beeping their horns, portable radios, foreign correspondents and religious altars. Strangers flashed wide grins at each other. People were marching, praying, crying and singing all at the same time. It was one of nonviolent protests that led to the departure of the then President Marcos and the re-establishment of the country’s democracy. I was there. I wanted to make a difference. I was part of that history.
We got married on the nicest day of June (it was the only weekend it didn’t rain, thank God) in the UK. We prepared a big fish (baked) with mayonnaise, red and green peppers, chopped carrots on top. I also cooked spring rolls with sweet and sour sauce and other Filipino dishes. Him Indoor’s mother baked the cake, and did the other dishes. We prepared before hand, so we used the fridges of their neighbours to store them. My cousin from Germany and her husband came and she was my Maid of Honour. She wore a Royal Blue Dress. I wore a creamish dress from the Philippines, made of pineapple fibre, like silk. It was exquisite! Him Indoors wore a dark blue suit, with his great grandfather’s pocket watch. We got married in the Register Office, which was a magnificent timber building and the oldest building in the country. It was so romantic!
Four years later, Him Indoors was accepted to work in Bavaria so we moved here. It was a new place for both of us, not knowing that we would be still here after 25 years. HRH the son was born here and he considers Bavaria as his home. We’re happy here – we have the mountains to hike or ski in the winter, and the lakes, beer gardens and parks to walk or cycle in the summer. It was just the right size for us, not too big a city and not too little a village. We have a terrace house and a garden. When HRH the son was born, I decided to stay at home and looked after him. We did lots of things together, from toddler groups, music school, kindergarden, school, etc. I volunteered to work as one of the librarians in their library. When he was 10, I started thinking about going back to work. I did some training, a Master’s in English Language Teaching. Now, I’m a freelance English trainer/teacher. And so, my journey continues.
Daily Prompt – When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?
I wish I were
A doctor when I was ten
With stethoscope and
Always wearing something white
Very smart and cool
But things have changed as I grew
I’ve travelled instead
To Europe and America
I met Him Indoors
Chemistry all the way
Action and reaction
We got married instead
Now I teach English
And I love the change
This week’s fun words: Cartilage Paint Session Atomize (to reduce to fine particles or spray) Denouement (the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot, as of a drama or novel) Handle Cue Lapse Cocktail Paramnesia (a distortion of memory in which fact and fantasy are confused) Mizzle (misty rain) Column
Thomas has had a car accident. It was a severe one and his knees were damaged and the cartilages were removed. He has to learn how to walk with crutches. Aside from that, he suffered from paramnesia, a distortion of memory where his facts and fantasies are confused in his mind. Sometimes, his memory lapses. He doesn’t trust anyone which atomizes society and diminishes his range of human experience.
To help Thomas handle his condition, he has a regular therapeutic session with Dr. Smith. He was given a cocktail of medicine for the pain and depression. He started going back to work, where he writes a column in a magazine. As the months went by, he carried on with his life, even went back to his hobby – painting! But sometimes, he would stop in the middle of something and could not remember what he was doing.
Cue: weather changing. It was mizzling steadily, like the stillness that comes with Cornish mizzle. Thomas met Claire in one of the parties he attended. They talked that evening and found out that they have a lot in common. She’s an artist. Perhaps, this is the sunset after the storm, that life could be beautiful again after the accident, after the treatment and therapy. There’s nothing like seeing two improbably beautiful people fall in love, perhaps fight and reach a story’s denouement together.