Celebrate Christmas Everyday
I noticed that most of the avid members in here suddenly went quite when I logged in few days back. I understand that since Rusty's disappearance, most of the members disappeared too because their ultimate goal is to earn and hoping a little rain from the bot.
Well,I won’t be hypocrite to say I myself felt sad about the absence of our beloved Rusty.I was already used to it while being active in this platform.
Anyway regardless of my heading,I dropped by to share to you my thought about Christmas and its possibility why we can celebrate it everyday.I was just so fully loaded with home chores that I can't publish what's on my draft.
Most of us knew that Christmas is a holiday that is celebrated by millions of people around the world. While it is traditionally celebrated on December 25, there are many reasons why we should celebrate Christmas beyond just this day.
One reason to celebrate Christmas beyond December 25 is that the holiday has a rich history and cultural significance. Christmas has its roots in ancient pagan festivals that celebrated the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. These festivals marked the return of the sun and the beginning of longer, warmer days. Later, the celebration was Christianized to honor the birth of Jesus Christ. Today, Christmas is celebrated by people of many different faiths and cultural backgrounds, and it has become a beloved holiday that brings people together in joy and celebration.
Another reason to celebrate Christmas beyond December 25 is that the holiday is a time for giving and spreading joy. During the holiday season, people often exchange gifts with friends and loved ones, and many take the opportunity to give back to their communities through volunteering and charitable giving. This spirit of generosity and kindness is something that we should strive to embody all year round, not just on one day.
In addition to its historical and cultural significance, Christmas is also a time to spend with loved ones and create special memories. For many people, the holiday season is a time to come together with family and friends to celebrate and share in the joy of the season. This sense of togetherness and community is something that can bring happiness and fulfillment to our lives, and it is worth celebrating and fostering all year round.
There are also practical reasons to celebrate Christmas beyond December 25. For one, the holiday season is a time of increased consumer activity and economic activity, with people spending money on gifts, decorations, and travel. By extending the celebration of Christmas, we can help to boost the economy and support local businesses. Additionally, spreading out the celebration of Christmas can help to alleviate some of the stress and pressure that can come with trying to fit everything in on one day.
In conclusion, there are many reasons why we should celebrate Christmas beyond just December 25. From its rich history and cultural significance, to the spirit of giving and joy it brings, to the opportunity it provides to spend time with loved ones and create special memories, Christmas is a holiday that is worth celebrating all year round. Whether through gift-giving, volunteering, or simply spending time with loved ones, we can find ways to bring the joy of Christmas into our lives every day.
While Christmas is traditionally celebrated on December 25th, there is no reason why you can't incorporate the values and traditions of Christmas into your everyday life. In fact, many people choose to do this by practicing acts of kindness and generosity, expressing gratitude, and spreading joy and love to those around them all year round.
One way to celebrate Christmas every day is to focus on the values that are central to the holiday, such as love, compassion, and generosity. These values can be practiced and incorporated into your daily life through small acts of kindness, such as volunteering your time, donating to charity, or simply being there for a friend in need.
Another way to celebrate Christmas every day is to focus on the joy and gratitude that the holiday brings. You can do this by expressing gratitude to those around you, taking time to appreciate the beauty of the world, and finding ways to bring joy and happiness to others.
Ultimately, the spirit of Christmas is about celebrating love, joy, and hope, and these values can be embraced and celebrated every day. So, while Christmas may be a one-day holiday, there is no reason why you can't continue to celebrate and embody its values all year round.
I wished you all a Merry Christmas Everyday,and a Prosperous New Year ahead!
12/26/22
**~~<Xzeon<~~**
Just attended VAWC seminar yesterday. I failed to post it since my internet data expired yesterday too.🤣
This seems unrelevant but we should know that violence against women and children is very rampant yet few women and children still knew of their rights.
Are you also weird like me when it comes to foodies? Well, I am just a simple eater not a picky and choosy one.
Let's have our lunch everyone!
Migration done... though it would take some time for it to work out. I can wait.Now It won't be a hassle since I can now comment to my old friends from noisecash
Santa sent me a gift in Advance
Have you desired of something yet you thought of giving it up in the end? Well, I did.But it turned out a surprise for I didn't expect it to become possible.
Yesterday,my husband arrived from their Christmas party sponsored by their boss in the construction company he was working with. He already mentioned it to me weeks back and it disheartened him that we can't join the party since it was exclusively for the employees. Two years ago and backwards before the pandemic, the families of the company employees were invited every Christmas Party of the company usually held on their main branch in our municipality. Unfortunately, there are lot of changes afterwards.No more social affairs, because of restrictions and at the same time the company's total income fluctuated that it made the whole office to practically eliminate extra expenses such as parties to maintain their employees functional and working despite the effect of pandemic.
So following two years of silent Christmas in the company, once again my husband,together with his colleagues celebrated their Christmas Celebration in a private resort. Regardless of his decision not to attend,he was persuaded by his head and fellow workers to join the party because he was one of the expected employees to receive an award as they were told in advance.
So last night, when I arrived from my part-time job, The children joyfully pointed me the certificate of recognition of their dad hanging on our wall .It was a loyalty certificate acknowledging him for his 6 years of service in the construction company he was working with as a driver and an operator. I know that it ought to be supposedly be given last year because every 5 years of service,10 years,15 and onwards, recognitions of employees are being awarded but since the pandemic struck, it wasn't possible.
I found my husband fully asleep when I checked on him. Upon observing him, I know he was still in his hangover and exhaustion.They had extremely had a joyfully party and a lengthy trip to the location of the resort and back that it made him exceptionally drained.
Few minutes later, perhaps hearing my voice chatting and laughing with our kids, my spouse awakened.Then, he slowly shoved something to my shoulder. It was a shiny green box.Upon seeing it, I thought it was just a box for a phone but has other content.I held it and when I opened the box,I saw it has new phone inside! My husband told me it was awarded to him in addition to his certificate.I accepted it with pure gratitude and no pretentions since I needed it badly.I didn't have internet data for 2 weeks because of practical reason that our net isn't functioning well and my son's phone is slow as well that I failed to view my husband's message in my messenger and post update on his facebook showing his awarded certificate and new phone.I loaded my sim card immediately after inserting it in my new phone😁.
Now I had my unexpected gift for Christmas in advance. In addition to the presents were umbrellas,calendars and thermal flasks. It differs from past years that employees were given with baskets with dozens of kitchenwares while wives were given with loot bags with Personal Care products. However,we were still contended on what we received.
The smartphone was not that of my type really since I was eyeing for a higher unit but it came as a blessing to me and practically,it has already the features I needed anyway so I was very thankful for it.With this crisis situation,there's no room for being choosy anymore. One thing,it's free!😅. There are lot of more important things to be listed in my mind to buy and accomplish than buying a new phone so this is really amazing.
Sometimes,we neglected to recognize beneficial things particularly when it was just common to us. That was where I was hit in the head last night.I was planning to bake my husband a cake and we will surprise him one day after their vacation this month to recognize his loyalty to us ,his family as well. His responsibility doesn't end and I know that it's very exhausting to stay on your job away from your family for so long just to ensure that your family won't get hungry.His salary isn't sufficient to address our needs but still we managed to survive and I think that's enough to give him compliment for his duty as a father and a husband. He may not be a perfect one to be called an exemplary husband and a father but every person has various characteristics. Despite his stubbornness and uncontrollable temper sometimes,I find a loving man behind his hard features.I hope so are you mother's,wives and children.
Advance Merry Christmas everyone.🎉🪅🎄
12/05/22
**>Xzeon<**
Oyster mushroom...
Sa halip na isabaw lang, prinito ko na din with soysauce and with love. Two years ago last kong natikman to kaya lubusin ko na ngayon. ❤️
At dahil tinamad magluto ang ale dahil wala rin lang naman talagang maluluto, napa instant ng wala sa oras. Fresca tuna Mechado na lang muna. Mam'ya makapagsurvey nga ng mga pananim ng kapitbahay😁.
It's been decade sa paghihintay. Nag iisang valid ID ka nga lang na pinapag asa ko, dekada naman saka dumating. Pero atleast andyan na. Nagmumukha pa akong bruha sa picture🤣
#National ID
The wind and rain seems to calm down again,but last night it was like war of the gods or an angry dragon,ready to devour anything that hinders its way. Sleep is elusive that my heart would skip a beat. Thanks God, it's over.
I hope you are all safe everyone. ❤️❤️❤️
Just a little Voice Out
Farmers are losing their worth. Assuming you knew about the report about our locally grown vegetable being spoiled when we as a whole realize that we have a deficiency of food sources in certain parts of the nation but our Department of Agriculture settled on importing products abroad is an enormous slap to us farmers. They even blamed farmers of why they produced a lot of so the justification for their products to be spoiled, my golly what a splendid thought! They just said the word "too much" then why keeps importing instead of helping the farmers to dispose there produce to areas where vegetables are scarce and and high cost when some areas sold their product at a very low price just to dispose it and prevent it from rotting, some are even left dumped on side of public highways because continue selling it would cause more loss to them.
Previously, DA planned to import meat outside again for worth billion when we are attempting to sell us locally raised pigs even at such an extremely low cost. We were battling to find buyers of our raised swine for so long. This pandemic has pulled our economy too much, Now, swine fever adds to the problem. Costs of feed items rise every month or even two or more times every month in addition to the fair and hauling costs plus vaccinations and dewormings while prices for live weight for pig's meat are extremely low. It's simply so unjustifiable. We sweat, we battle, but it's us farmers and hograisers who loses the game. At the point when buyers come to pull our products, it appears they don't know about our labor.It's our labor, their gain.
Am I ranting? All things considered, truly yes. I'm not accusing anybody yet I'm recently worn out. 😅 Sorry, if you noticed, I wasn't active in here for a few days. My mother pig just delivered her babies this Tuesday.
I'm absent from readcash for few days and evenings and having a stubborn cough and cold simultaneously. My cough wasn't that troublesome at first. It was even almost fading away yet maybe due to these "sweet evenings" with my mama pig, it became serious. Two sleepless nights attending to the mother and her litters made me even drowsy that I needed to sleep for few days to recover my strength which I can't do because there's no one to take turns over me in watching these mammals.
Anyway, folks, I've contacted my husband and he filed his leave right away and he was back home already so I can go for a check-up as quickly as soon as possible.I need antihistamine suitable for pregnant women for my cough since it irritates me and so itchy on my lungs and throat. Been trying honey and olive oil but it's just so stubborn it won't go away that it gives me headaches whenever I cough out.
Thankfully, I won't be stressed about who will watch our piglets and who will take care of my little girl who is in preschool for the meantime. Unfortunately, the weather is not good to travel and no vehicles available this morning as well because most drivers were very busy in taking part in butchering carabaos and pigs for tomorrows wedding of my husbands near kin.
One thing more, most of our public vehicles are colorums that they can't be out since "Flying Squad" from Land Transportation Office are conducting checkpoints on every national roads.
So back to my ranting, 😅 you see, a farmer needs to do all his ability to create food sources for a living. Assuming he would stop to forestall losses, what might happen to him when it is farming he is good off and it is his life. He relies upon it alone to accommodate his family's needs. So are we, hog raisers, we can't stop since it is just our method for being called human. Indeed human! It should never be taken from us.
Allow me to elaborate, I'm gonna share to you a little history I learned from some of our elders here in our place.
Individuals like us viewed ourselves as not human if we don't have something to become occupied with each day we awaken besides house chores. Passed to us from our forefathers since the knowledge on raising swine in our little local area, few people in here have at least one pig in their pigpen. Be that as it may, these couple of individuals are just the people who are "kadangyan" or well-off individuals locally who can raise pigs. Well off since they have vast parts of lands and rice fields.
Before the introduction of commercial feeds in our locality, it took a locally-bred pig a year or more before it can be butchered or sold compared today. Gradually, the locals showed interest in hog raising. They usually have problems generally on food leftovers or where to put them or what to do with it since we don't squander our food and we are extremely careful not just to discard our leftovers because it's "paniyew", extremely disagreeable. So having a pig, a native one is a solution to the problem. They had to cook chopped camote leaves in a big pot and add it with fine rice hulls to the feedings.
Years passed, and more household adjusted to hog raising for rituals, cultural, and social advantages like weddings. Then, as the status of living improved, most family possesses pigs generally particularly their desired motivation to become complete. It could be senseless yet yes. We feel fragmented assuming there are no squealing pigs to hustle us along each morning while in the early evening, we can't remain outside doing "Maritess" before dim because our pigs are hanging tight for us to be fed😅. It is a benefit for us though since it helped us to have using time effectively. We need to prepare camote leaves or vines to be cleaved or banana trunks before feeding so we ought to be home early because we need to prepare our beloved animals. Nowadays, we in all actuality do utilize commercial feeds however we blend them in with raw organic ones.
Cultivating our fields before has even an incredible association with why we plant camote/sweet potato on our ricefield after rice harvest for multi-purposes. One is for crop rotation, another is for pointing another yield reap while another is to develop camote leaves/plants to be fed to our domesticated animals. So, our larger part of vegetation established here before among others are sweet potatoes and bananas. Presently, there are added newly added varieties of vegetation.
Usually, hogs can be sold when 4 months old to a half year and onwards relying on our feeding proportion. But for us, small-time hog raisers, we sell our livestock generally a half year and older since we don't utilize pure commercial feeding formula. Meaning we can have our profit after 6 months or until our products were pulled/hauled by the buyer we consider it sold.
We are not big-time farm owners so we just depend on what we can afford to raise. Assuming one has 1 pig in his pigpen, that is already satisfactory on our part. Days passed, until long periods, and we had the option to adjust to our everyday routine since it was passed to us by our forefathers. We previously considered hog raising as a decent family-owned small business not until this new normal.
Miserable to say, the normal routine I referenced above leisurely give disappointment to us hog raisers nowadays, since we don't consider our little work as mere pastime anymore same as previous days any longer yet we need compensation for our endeavours. We hope the government will take actions and hear the voices of its humble people.
Thanks guys for being with me.
Keep safe everyone. I know it's been raining and we all need to take care of our health. See ya.
10/28/22
Thanks for satisfying my cravings. Hubby just arrived yesterday and called when he was still in town asking what I want him to buy for me. Unfortunately, I can't think of anything that it seems I was not prepared for his question.
Thanks to Xzeon, she saved my mind and answered, Pizza for mom ad baby!Donuts for me and brother and sister!
Then I said, oh yes! That was it in my mind😂Thanks for this little naughty one. ❤️
Rainy dhae everyone.!
Been ill for a week...
I'm just thinking, perhaps my neighbors are irritated when they hear me bark all the time. My cough and cold doesn't just go away. I Can't even take some medicine because It may give side effect to my baby.
Now I'm just being patient with these smelly things infront of me. 😅
Wazzup guys,
This is my first try posting in this noise dot app.
Since it's mirienda time,I fed my tummy with this local crop, Cassava. ❤️My kids just uprooted it from our backyard, it needs a lot of weeding though. 😅
Can anyone share me your invitation link on noise. App. Seems its limited to 25 invitation only. Can't open an account using read-only account. I tried one invitation but it says my session expired. Hmmm I think I have a lot of things to learn 'bout it.
To Forgive or to Forget?
One afternoon, a few weeks back, I was about to rest when my phone rang with an obscure number flashing On the screen. That was Monday at 1:00 in the late midday. With a slight curiosity about who may be the caller was, I responded to it and figured out it was a cop. At first, he inquired as to whether I was the right one he was calling thus after he mentioned my name I said yes. Later he introduced his identity and the reason behind his call. That was the second when my heart started to skip.
He informed me that my son met an accident and that he was at the hospital at that moment. However he picked light words while informing me, and I felt a weighty sense of foreboding deep in my soul. My heart beat so quick. I'm a resilient woman and don't usually panic during any unforeseen circumstances, may news may be startling I can keep calm and control my psyches. But at that exact moment, I was confused! I stuttered and struggled to find the right words to say after hearing the news.
My mind went to midair catching words that I can't let out of my mouth. I was at that point envisioning terrible situations, blood and alarms and all. I was exceptionally anxious to ask yet my mouth appeared to be sealed.
A few seconds passed when I had the strength to ask what occurred. I wondered how my child met a mishap when he should be in school since he left yesterday with no problem at all with all the backpacks, food supplies and other necessary things he could bring and gave him allowance for the entire week. He even bade me goodbye. He will be gone for 5 days since his school is very far and no vehicle travels from our barangay to their school regularly, only on Sunday afternoon when his fellow students gathered to complete 1 trip.
The police then told me that a vehicle had incidentally "brushed" my son and they carried him to the hospital for emergency treatment and an X-ray. I inquired as to whether my son is alright and he said he was fine. I can't think of other words to ask since the caller limits his responses. I needed to understand what truly occurred however my mind didn't work well. So I cut the call short and saved his number.
Since I can only send messages and can't call, I texted my husband to promptly call me. Then, when he called, I relayed the data from the police, I instructed my husband to call the number I sent and ask what truly occurred. Sadly, still, the information was not fulfilling to me. I have loads of inquiries that should have been responded to. The police guaranteed to call once more later.
Hours passed, and another new number blazed on my phone. It was the offender's aunt, she was humbly soliciting our forgiveness and understanding about the matter and promptly acknowledges what may be our decision about the situation. I told her I needed to see my child. I can't simply sit effortlessly without seeing him and check to assume he's truly alright even though they let me know that he was fine. Then I can cast my decision. The aunt volunteered that they will deliver my son immediately. They never knew I'm in my first trimester of pregnancy and what the circumstance has brought me. There are butterflies in my stomach and my headaches.
I don't trust white lies after my husband met a mishap a few years ago. White lies as it is called saying he was okay and what happened was very much like simply stumbling upon a stone on your way when everything goes against what is truly occurring. He was in a serious situation wherein he almost lost his leg and yet they told me he just slipped.
Good thing my oldest girl was still at home doing her modules so I can have somebody to talk to. I advised her to check if their cousin and my son's friends were active online in messenger and gather some information about the factual situation out there. One of my son's friends during the mishap was their cousin so I needed to advance some reports from him.
I discovered that the vehicle was driven by a drunk driver. Hit my son while along with his companions, they were walking by the side of the road. Their class was suspended that day, so they strolled some distance going to a specific location where there is an internet connection to make their research for their report the next day. The accident happened when they were about to go back to their dormitory. My son, being the last one in their lane of his companions walking was unfortunately hit by the vehicle when the driver recklessly stole the wrong lane. Luckily, the vehicle went its way back to its right path before it stirs another boy in front of my son. Unfortunately, the vehicle ran my son's ankle.
After long hours of waiting, my son along with his friends, the driver liable for my child's injury and her aunt showed up joined by 4 policemen(there are serious stories behind police accompanies in our place however that would be another topic).
Hearing from my child personally, he was lucky he was able to quickly jump over the guard rail or else his entire body will be gobbled up under the vehicle. The car was silent that they can't hear it coming from behind and the boys were all confident they were in the right lane.
My son can't walk properly. His right ankle was swollen and was assisted by his classmates and friends from our place to walk down the steps going down to our barangay until they arrive at our door. The offender, a 17-year-old minor, has the same grade level as my son yet with a different strand. He seemed ashamed as he can't look straight into my eyes.
According to his aunt, he lost his mom when he was a youngster. His dad however still in touch with him, remarried and lived in the city. The boy lacks consideration and direction which drove him to various teenhood issues. In my sense, I thought, I don't care but my heart contradicts. As soon as I saw my son was not seriously hurt and he came back to me as a whole, I was relieved
In the end, both parties concurred that at all the consequences of the follow-up examination of my son, the other party will bear the costs in case the result of the injury will fall into other adverse consequences.
One thing more, there are these old traditions and practices of our locality that never cease. It is called "Daw-es". It is done when somebody from our locality meets mishaps, illness, or an occasion where several individuals from different places came and gathered in your home. Through the butchering of pigs, misfortune will be driven away through prayers by our elders to their ancestors and gods according. It is also a way of calling back the soul of the individual being lost during the mishap.
In any case, for myself as well as my family, we directed it as a thanksgiving to our All-powerful Father for saving my son from serious trouble. The costs for this activity will in any case be carried by the relatives of the driver. We even invited them to come during the Daw-es so we can eat all together and they can observe the activity, to which they agreed.
Everything worked out positively after the Daw-es, we didn't anticipate that our guests should bring more company. We even nearly ran out of cooked rice yet I felt harmony in the air. Even though I didn't join the activity outside our home on account of my condition, I heard laughter and the beat of the gongs rather than turmoil.
Upon the arrival of the visitors, the rite began, and prayers were offered by our elders and the visitors as well. It took a bit long since our group of elders translates their dialects to a common one for the visitors to understand and to get rid of doubt. (There are prayers that direct evil rather than good luck).
We understand that the visitors weren't lax since we are the victim and situations like this gave them doubts that our elders might redirect the bad luck to them. (This is not an easy situation actually because there were "coincidences" that happened before).
After the rite, elders were advising both boys not to hold grudges against each other. They should treat each other like brothers from that moment on. They were given a piece of bread, broken into two and made to eat and drank in a single cup as well. My son was on the right side.
My children along with our neighbours were in the middle of serving the dinners after the pig was cooked. The pig's meat was divided and the uncooked was distributed equally among the people present in the Daw-es, that includes the visitors.
It's miserable, I'm of no assistance yet I was fulfilled by the result. Family members of the driver came to me and gave me solace concerning my prenatal situation and sympathise with the trouble given by their relative. They thanked us too for being an understanding guardian and never proposing anything more even though we have our chance to sue their family member (the driver). We made sense of later my sentiments as a mother and my husband as a driver too. We further agreed that after that culmination of the DAW-ES we won't file cases against the driver yet ought to be the start of brotherhood between our family and the other party.
Check the women above, they even asked for some of my herbs in which I gladly gave.
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After my experience above, am I right in pardoning the kid for what he did to my son? That in order not to obliterate the young fellow's future, we decided not to file a case for his reckless imprudences that resulted in the actual injury of my son. **B**ecause I am a mother, I felt sympathy instead and thanked God that nothing more serious happened.
I conversed with my husband and we have the same thought. We never considered asking for money from the driver's family. We only wished that the kid would track down his right path considering the efforts and
expenses his relatives had sacrificed for him.
Nonetheless, after what occurred, I'm all not certain that I can stick to same decision if in any assuming that the circumstance is more serious and most horrendously terrible.
Thanks for reading this far... ❤️
10/21/2022
**>Xzeon<**
The comeback
Hello, fam, I've been thinking if you are still familiar with me. 😂It's been a decade since I was gone, I know. I had issues with my phone and a lot busier since my absence. I'm having trouble connecting here aside from internet issues so I missed a lot from my favourite platform and I missed you guys!
In addition to that, when I had figured out what to do, that was the time my daughter's phone broke. 😭 She had to borrow mine for she needed it much in her studies, while, I was left with a mobile phone that can only send and receive calls and messages.
Fortunately, a generous nephew of my husband gave our daughter his slightly used phone so I got mine back at last. I thought I will be free now, however, my son swapped his phone with mine because mine has a longer battery capacity than his. His school was in a place where the internet connection is so troublesome that they need to walk a few meters to have access to the internet. They also have an electricity usage limit at night and the lights will be switched off at 8:00 PM during their curfew hours. Their socket for charging is limited as well so he can't charge during the daytime when his roommates are using it. They take turns every other day.
After switching phones, I had difficulty opening my account on this phone again. After a long time of absence in RC, I'm becoming a newbie one more time.
So... Enough for the blah blah🤣.
In short, I am using my son's phone with very small letters in his notepad. I'm telling you, I made multiple spelling errors while typing. I almost gave up. **W**hat I did was rest my eyes every few minutes of typing and then type again **later** on. but what's good is, I have access to my beloved Read. Cash again. ..
For now, I am still regaining my strength, you may wonder why. I am in my 1st trimester of pregnancy and it made me sick all the time. The dizziness, puking, stomach issues and cough and colds exist in me. I'm almost in the last month of this trimester so I am feeling better now. From time to time, I checked my draft and typed a little just to prevent irritating my eyes. Before I forgot to mention, I left my job right after my pregnancy became obvious to me because I hated all the smells in the kitchen🤣. However, I think everything was at the right timing as well because my little one started to enter preschool and there was no one to watch over her after class. Also, this led me to have more time for my children and back on my track again.
I think that's all for today. Hope to interact with you in the following days everyone. This was supposedly posted yesterday but the lead image was so stubborn when I tried uploading it. Same old story...
10/18/22
**>Xzeon<**
A Smoker's Daughter
*I am a daughter of a miner and a smoker.*
The moment I had developed a better understanding of my surroundings, I had known my dad as one. I always saw him slicing something similar to a chocolate bar with his iron knife, a knife that can't be seen in any department store. He would slice it finely near our window. Later, he will get his small thick plastic bag and let out a newspaper and would tear it nicely into rectangle shapes. The sound of the plastic sounds good to my ears. Its crushing sound seems like an ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) It was pleasant to listen to every time my dad opens and folds it back again. He will then roll the fine pieces in a rectangular-shaped newly torn newspaper. Next, he will lick the edge part of the rolled paper and then play it between his palms after slowly rubbing both with his big palms. I always watch him whenever he puffed the smoke out of his mouth for lighting because he made a soft popping sound. This activity goes on every day and I thought it was normal.
**The Chocolate**
As I grew older I observed my father would purchase blocks of "chocolate" in the department store before it runs out. Every time he arrived from work for how many months, it was the most important thing he would buy before going back to work next to their food supplies.
**First Try**
One time when I was alone, I was cleaning the house and tried to wipe the windows when I accidentally spilled his finely chopped tobacco in the window. My father used to leave it out for a few minutes sometimes to dry before rolling in his paper. I collected the scattered tobacco on the floor and placed it back in its original place however, it was the time I smelled its aroma. It smelled good to me. I kept smelling my hands and even approached the blocks still in their parchment wrapper and smelled it too. I read the words written in the wrapper. It has an "SSS" mark on it.
In the place where I grew up, they call it mascada. I realized that it was tobacco. Other people chew it instead of making it into a cigarette. I was enticed by its smell but good thing l never thought of placing the cigar in my mouth at that time however I'm curious what it tastes like. I pinched a small amount of the diced tobacco and tasted it. Eeeew, it tastes bitter🤣.
Additional years came next when we transferred to another residence. For your information, we had no permanent residence during my childhood. We leased one house after another. Fortunately, my parents found a vacant lot and acquired it at a low price for installment. The landlady was our neighbor and she was my mother's friend as well. My dad erected a modest house where we settled in. It wasn't grand because it was made of wood with a roof made of nipa ( coconut leaves) but for individuals like us without a place to reside permanently, it's more than a palace. At that moment I just realized my dad has skills in carpentry for he constructed it alone. He got his skills from being in penitentiary when he was allegedly arrested for having in possession of ammunition when he was still a bachelor.
**Curiosity Strucked Again**
So back to the topic, one day, dad ran out of tobacco so he sent me to buy a cigarette. One pack at that time was a lot cheaper than today's price. When he left home, I was alone for my mother went out for small business downtown. I saw the cigarette packet and a slightly torn silver paper inside. It was opened because dad smoked one stick before departing the house. I pulled one stick of the cigar and lighted it. I don't know how to smoke so I sucked the smoked with my mouth which made me cough.
After another try, I learned to puff the smoke but I don't know how to release it out to my nose yet. The minty taste of the cigar seems glued to the inner part of my mouth which I felt uncomfortable yet pleasant to my taste. That time I thought, so, this is what cigarette tastes like. However, I never smoked again for the time being.
**The Exposure**
During 2nd year of high school, I was exposed to various kinds of students. From simple, nerds to gangsters. I knew their different ways but never become one of the worst. I learned how to smoke from the gangsters but I'm grateful it didn't take long and I wasn't addicted to it. It was just a mere experiment to me and I felt its no fun at all.I was more close to my geek friends than the bad ones. Though my academy was a private and religious one, they accept different enrollees provided they would follow the school's policy inside the school premises that's why they have gangsters inside the school.
**The Comeback**
I'm a city girl no more when we head back home to the province where we permanently lived until the present. During my 10th grade, there was a newcomer to our school. She's from a private school in town and a li'l bit boyish. Every break time she comes with us and felt comfortable with our company. We were ahead of her for two years. One time, she brought a cigarette with her and brought it out after we had our lunch. Our school was located on top of a mountain. We constantly find a good spot on the higher part of the mountain during midday. Any activity we will do will not be visible to our teachers and schoolmates. Again I had the taste of the cigar. The newcomer remarked where did I learn to smoke because I didn't know she was observing us but I just answered her with a shrug. It's not a good thing to brag about.
**Last Taste of Nicotine**
During my first pregnancy, I have an unexpected change of mood. I became tense. I craved the taste of cigarette.I can feel my mouth water simply by the thought of it. I was puffing one secretly in my grandmother's house when my husband caught me. We were not married at that time yet. He gave me an advise not to do it again that I may kill the baby in my womb or yet I will be causing abnormality to the fetus. I was grateful I heed to his advice. Instantly I tossed the cigarette away. That was the last time I stuck a cigarette between my lips.
This was my experience regarding cigarettes. I got the idea from miss **@jeaneth's article**. https://read.cash/@Jeaneth/cigarettes-and-secrets-my-smoking-experiences-e0a4ca1al
Certainly smoking is hazardous to our health but as I read the article of **foryoubtc09**, I asked myself too,can we still say it's dangerous to smoke if we are breathing in polluted air every day?How 'bout you, do you have experience with this friend or a foe ?Kindly Drop me your insights below.
I appreciate your time reading guys. 💖
*Lead image from:pixabay*
*Other photos attached from facebook and pixabay*
04/05/22
Fish Party or Not? What do you think?
Has anybody tried a fish party? All things considered, I think I've gone into one. However, it's not what you're thinking how it is perhaps. It's not about colorful balloons with drinks and lots of different menus on the tablee.Lastly,it's not about barbecues.
Let me elaborate .There is such a tradition in our place called "hadhadjiw" or "gadgadjiw" in our dialect. Here, family members of a deceased individual go to the river to catch fish and take it to the family of the departed's residence. Family members then or close companions, at that point, will eat together and the fish their viand. According to my husband, this practice was done after the memorial service of the deceased individual. Sometimes, depending on the family they apply it 40 days after the burial. The practice varies in each barangay in our district or area.
Presently, this custom was improvised. Because of overpopulation, fishes in our waters are scarce so people preferred to buy fish in the market. Some relatives still proceed and fish in the river for compliance. People sit around the house,conversing with one another about random topics. No loud musics, just the sound of chirping birds and chicks looking for their mother.The squeal of a hungry hogs on their pens and the laughter of the children running around.
A few days ago, mom's cousin invited me to a gathering. It was a family get-together during her mother's 40th day of permanent peace held in our adjoining barrio. I haven't visited the place for 15 years so I forgot the recent view of the place and so with individuals in it. I have known that I have relatives in that place too which explains I have blended-clan blood.
Together with my daughter Jessa, we baked a cake so we could have something on our visit. Everything was a rush but essentially we won't be empty-handed.
Following a couple of moments of preparation we set out and consumed almost an hour of a short trip, we showed up at our destination. Parts have changed after such countless years. Various houses are noticeable and occupy close to the main road. There was a recently developed bridge wherein we crossed to arrive at the opposite side of the barrio. Pardon if I haven't clicked my camera on the overall spot since I couldn't track down the best spot to capture it.
We had to walk a few meters before reaching the river where the newly built bridge was erected.
First, we had to pass through several pathways in the middle of the rice fields. Fortunately, most of the pathways were cemented so we had a little difficulty walking into them. Some years back, you will be walking on rice paddies and piled rocks as borders of every patch of ricefield.
Everybody got inquisitive upon our appearance. My companions were at that point known to individuals in the area, likewise with my daughter. Local people knew her since occasionally she visits the place along with her fellow youths who directed Bible studies with the children and the youths too. She was additionally acquainted with the place which makes it amusing because I am a lot older than her and she was the person who met and got to know our relatives from that place first. 😅
Lots of inquiries were posed after we settled our belongings, especially the seniors. Some we're asking who are we, where we came from, and so on. Most people here don't come out of the barrio often. So acquaintance only happens at every wedding, campaign elections, and whenever we meet in the town proper.
It's almost noon so we had our lunch with local people. Somebody from the neighborhood brought a local food called "lisseg" and "vissokol" in our dialect, they are two different kinds of snails gathered from the ricefield. I failed to capture the other snail because of too much enjoyment of the food.😅These foods are familiar in most provinces. There isn't so much of it in here anymore because of the natural change and population too. We don't have "lisseg" in our barangay as well as a result of the new strategy for farming which is utilizing farming machines. One of my cousins cooked it for us. I enjoyed it, particularly since it's been a long I last tasted it. I figured out that during noon, the host prepared boiled beans and this fills in as our viand for lunch, while in the early evening, the cook work for the viand for supper starts.
As I was observing the people, I noticed women carrying rice in their heads. During the early hours, there are few of them but as the hours passed by, several individuals were approaching with the same thing in their heads while others' hands carried it. I learned that this is how people share this practice in this place. They brought rice to the host's residence and join the supper together with the community people. In our barangay, we only do it during the construction of a new house, the donation of goods.
According to my aunt when I asked her about the approximate total cost of the fish, the host burned through 120 kilos of fish. It roughly absolutely costs ₱21,000. It almost filled the rubberized tub. But in my photo, the tub wasn't filled much yet since the other was still hauled from the riverbank.
I helped in stripping the onions for the sinigang and placing cellophane on paper plates.
Different individuals from the family cleaned the fish on the riverbank and the cooking too. It was fried, while some were prepared with sinigang blend.
It was almost dim when we finished with our supper. It was an exceptional encounter for me. I was accustomed to having pork meat at each event in our place and this time was so unique. We returned home late at night. The following day, they butchered a pig for the last part of the said "gadgadjiw".
The next day, we were fetched by a cousin. Quite funny because I didn't remember their names, just their appearances. I thought the event was at that point completed that day however I was told to return before we left. I was as yet not in my last idea when I got a call and a message promptly in the first part of the following morning. It was a notice that there was somebody to fetch my children and me along with various cousins who returned home with me the earlier evening. I had no way out, I helped my children in getting ready then we began to travel once more. Since I realized that there will be a pancit to be served at our destination, we swung by for a kalamansi in my working place which is along the highway going to our neighbor barangay.
Upon appearance, the food was served, I was noticing the people around. In our area, anything long, may it be a canton, Miki, or anything that resembles egg noodles and rice noodles, they were called pancit. 😅
*No photos attached since I brought with me my youngest daughter and she was playing with my phone the whole time.
After lunch, we arranged to leave once more, however before leaving, we were being reminded by our host of the approaching gathering of our clan this April. I want to believe that we can have the option to go since it is the peak period of our farming in our place. So with the children, up close and face to face method of schooling finally familiarized, so it depends if we can attend.
This blog may be boring but the experience gave me another knowledge about a specific native practice I wasn't familiar with. I appreciate how the people preserve these unique native practices that started to be ignored in the other part of the province.
Thank you all for reading. ❣️
03/31/22
**~Xzeon~**
Gising na!
Kumakaway na ang eleksyon
Mga politiko'y kilala tayo ngayon.
Kanya kanyang diskarte
Upang boto'y makaipon.
Kasinungalingan dito
Kabulastugan doon.
Pangako dito
Paasa doon.
"Mahal kong mga kababayan, "
Aba't sinong mahal?
Di naman natin kasintahan
Ang mga bilihin po nagsipagmahalan. 🤣
Libreng bahay daw
Libreng matrikula
Libreng pagkain, gamot at iba pang paasa
Karamihan nama'y hanggang salita.
"Pag ako'y nanalo
malaking tulay gagawa tayo."
Wala namang ilog
Ba't tulay gagawa tayo? 🤣
Tuwing eleksyon, nagkakapera si Maria,
Nang aking tanungin sa'n galing
Ang sabi'y nakasobreng iniabot sa kanya.
Bigay ng nangangampanya.
Kandidato'y ibinoto dahil sa pangako niya
Si Maria naman ay umaasa,
suhol na pera'y nagastos na
Walang napala, ilang taong nagdurusa.
'Pag eleksyon ay tapos na
Saka mo makikita
Tunay na kulay ng mga nakaupo sa trono
Mga sungay nakalitaw na sa ulo.
Sabi nila sa kahirapan iaahon ka,
bagong bukas nakahanda
Yun pala'y ibabaon ka
Nakaabang ay kadiliman pala.
Karamihan ay puro pangako
Pangakong napapako.
Boto mo'y makuha lamang
Bibig, bulaklak nagsipaglabasan.
Gising na mga kababayan,
Ika'y di ipinanganak kahapon lamang.
Tama na ang pandaraya noon
'wag nang payagan maulit ngayon.
Sa media ay huwag magpapaniwala
Sariling pananaliksik ika' y lumikha.
Pagka't media ay nabayaran lamang
Hindi lahat pawang katotohanan.
Bayan ko gumising ka!
Bawat isa'y mahalaga sa ating bansa
Nagi-isa lamang ang iyong boto
Ibigay sa karapat-dapat na kandidato!
03/11/**22**
~Xzeon~
My Unforgettable Nights
Everything began when I was having a mild cold. It then it went on for how many days and weeks. I went to a private clinic to ask for a doctor's prescription. Unfortunately, the clinic was full and outpatients like me were waiting outside based on the early birds I saw who were already situated inside the clinic.
I can't stand waiting in the long line so I left and went home. That night, my nose was clogged which caused me to breathe with much difficulty.It never happened before. I called for a private vehicle and requested to be sent to the hospital. We left home with thoughts amassing in my mind that surely I will be diagnosed with Covid-19. I made sure to leave instructions to my daughter before I left. She's just 12 years old with his 15-year old irresponsible brother.
I was swabbed immediately in the emergency room upon arrival at the hospital. That was my first time and it hurts my nose. I was then guided to my room. Then the story begins.
I didn't expect that my room would be the old hospital building that was rebuilt into a new one. You can't recognize that it was a very old building for its new appearance. It has private rooms with televisions each. Deep inside me, I'm having a bad feeling but I just threw it away because I was more uncomfortable and concerned about my situation.
When I entered my room, I am glad that I have company. I have something to converse with and will not get bored since there's no one allowed to enter our rooms except the medical attendants. However, my relief didn't go long because, on the third day, the result of my swab was released. I am positive with the Covid virus just as I suspected. Immediately I was moved to a private room. That implies that I am going to be alone. All you can hear was a swishing sound of nurses and doctors' PPE's.
On the first night, being alone. I was in my profound sleep and the lights were on. I wasn't accustomed to it because I usually sleep with lights off at home but I just let it be. I was lying flat in bed when suddenly I noticed it suddenly became dark. It seems someone is hovering over me and I can't recognize it's face! I attempted to open my eyes but I can't. Then,my body began to get numb and I started to panic. It's getting obscure! I was bathed with my perspiration when I woke up after that.
The following day, I talk it out to the nurse attending to me, but she just shrugged. She told me perhaps I was just unfamiliar with my new room. Maybe the following nights would be better, which I doubted.
On the second night, it was already late but I can't seize my sleep since I dozed off during daylight. I felt depleted from being awake the previous night.I was playing with my phone when I heard whisperings. I was thinking they were the newly shift nurses who made rounds every night during their first hour however I remembered they just left 30 minutes ago. I left my bed to peep outside my room but the hallway was clear. There was even nobody in the nurse station which is apparent in my location. I shrugged and returned to my room.
A few moments later, I heard the murmurs once more.It appears to be just outside my door coming closer and closer but I saw nobody cruise by. I'm having goosebumps after that. I can't focus on playing with my phone anymore. I noticed that the sound I heard was no murmurs, after all, it was like a chant since it has different voices. It began faintly then it turned into somewhat louder. I just wondered if the patients in the others rooms can hear it too when it seems to blow my head off as I hear the weird sound. The rhythm came repeatedly and I felt like being in a cult chamber that I saw in movies and I was the sacrifice as I listen to the strange sound. The silence and only the unusual noise made me go off the deep end.
The next day, I told my physician about it again. I had two doctors, the one who came the second time was nicer. She advised me not to sleep during the daytime so I could sleep at night. She even told me to pray before going to bed. She revealed to me that she also heard rumors about phantoms from the nurses that shift at night. That's why there are no nurses who stay in the nurse station late at night. It made me more uncomfortable. She suggested there are empty tents outside if I want to stay there during nightfall. I agreed but I will try my room again.
The third night came, I heed my doctor's advice, I made an effort not to sleep so I can sleep at night, prayed before resting too. Hours passed and I slept better.
Fourth night, I can hear even the slightest movement in my surroundings. My sleep is so wild again. It was almost 11:00 in the evening when I heard screechings of a wheelchair. There's a new patient, I thought. My room is situated near the stairs and for everyone who comes upstairs, I can see their figure outside my room. Moments passed but there's nobody showed up outside. Goosebumps began again.
The final blow came when I was about to sleep. I was facing the door of my room, when suddenly a nun with a black habit showed up and was watching me outside my door! It took me seconds before I blinked my eyes. I closed my eyes and took a gander at the door again however there was no one standing in there! I quickly stood up, battled my apprehensions, approach the door, and checked outside.No one. I began shaking and felt my ears ringing.Then I grabbed my blanket and pillow and rush outside. I headed for the nurse station, and again, there's nobody. I ran back but not towards my room, I headed towards the stairs instead and ran towards the open ground. I checked the tents and found an empty one.I entered with haste and without pretention.
The following day, I requested to be confined at home. My doctor rejected my request yet with a firm decision, I insisted. I will not die of Covid but with nightmares from the hospital I won't live another day instead. I signed an agreement for preferring to be home quarantined and discharged home that day.
Everytime I thought about my hospital experience,I'm still wond'ring what would happen to me if I stayed for another night.
***Well, this isn't my story, it's my neighbor's. I just added some spices to enhance the story.***
Thanks for Reading!
02/17/22
**>Xzeon<**
Hand in hand until the end
It's Almost 9:00 in the evening. My family should resign in bed. I just had an extremely tiring day and all I needed was to lay myself down in bed when abruptly I heard something. Our house is situated close to the highway. It's not our own but rather it's my brother-in-law so every time a vehicle cruises by, we can hear it inside. It just required some time to become accustomed to it.
The sound I heard was like an immense vehicle that ended up cruising by. What's unusual is that I felt something abnormal. I heard the sound so different. There's something similar to a bang sound. I reached for the spotlight owned by my brother-in-law in my care and that was the time my daughter got out of her room. She likewise heard the unusual sound and we both chose to check it out. I called my son to go with us as well.
At the point when we got to the main road, we studied the part wherein we thought the sound came from and strolled towards it. We saw the thick bushes and grasses beneath the right part of the road was swept down. My heart started to pound hysterically. I knew in my heart that there was a mishap occurred.
I started to yell, "where are you!" two times, threefold, then, at that point, somebody beneath replied, I'm here!.then another yelled farther underneath. I can't recognize their location, then, at that point, my daughter perceived the first voice. It's a male voice of a young man. I have speculations that he's not alone and they are from our place, presently it's affirmed. I attempted to think that he is behind the tall bushes from where I am standing, however, I can't see him, not until he raised his mobile phone with his flashlight on. Then, I started shouting to a great extent for help. With this action, I was scolded by my daughter and advised to call for help instead. My son with his bolo now attempting to find his direction down cutting each hedge that hinders his direction.
After endeavoring not many calls to the CAFGU's situated in the upper part close to our home and our fellow from the main part of our barangay, prompt assist came. The rescue started. That second, a wedding festivity was at its pinnacle scarcely any number of individuals just knew from our place.
The young man that was first rescued as told by him was at the back of the vehicle and leaped out of the vehicle when it fell. That is the reason he was at the upper part of the cliff while his associates who were all sitting in front of the driver went where the vehicle in the more profound part landed.
A few moments later, victims that were left below were safely brought up to the main road and delivered to the hospital.Fortunately, they were only bruised and nothing serious damage in their bodies. However, the vehicles was the seriously ruined.
This was a story from my boss during a mishap that occurred in our barrio last week.
The next day, together with my boss I joined the women in preparing food for our men that were all occupied in pulling up the vehicle that fell into the bluff. I didn't have a photo of the women since we are all busy at that time.
This is another time that I witnessed Bayanihan in our place. Men and women sacrificed their time and laid their helping hands in the action. They exert their effort even in the simplest way. We believe that it is the same as karma. Assuming you know how to assist other people, others will help you consequently when you are needing it sometime in the future. I hope this kind of action will never fade among our people.
Hello friends. It's nice to be back. I have to deal with my phone 'coz it' s not working efficiently this past few days due to unexpected fall. Have a nice day!
02-03-22
**>Xzeon<**
Not just a mere boy
A plane passed by, one passenger is a scientist carrying in the luggage vials of his successful research. Each vial contains special formula in which it is supposed to be distributed to selected animal local farms to suppress the problem of scarcity in meat production on the planet and to provide enough food to the people. The scientist was about to present his research to the public through a presentation in the president's office. Unfortunately, an accident happened.
Along a riverside in a small village lived a poor family who had two sons. Jester is the eldest at 15 while Jeslie is the youngest at 12. They grew up in poverty since their parents weren't able to go to school because they were a product of destitution as well.
The sons have different characters. The eldest child is industrious and responsible however, he doesn't talk much while the youngest boy is jaunty and adventurous. He loves to stay in the woods and play with the creatures living in it than staying at home. He never feared being in the isolated forest but instead, he had a sense of security in it.
So consistently, his folks need to help him to remember his errands before going out and take care of his experiences in the woodland and necessities to return home early however regardless of how the guardians remind him, he generally neglects and simply takes off from the house with his older sibling do the undertakings all things considered. He even gets back home exceptionally late. Ordinarily, his dad needs to bring him home from the forest since he just dozed in one of his favorite trees and doesn't see that it's already dark. This issue with the young boy continues forever that gave weight to his family. They are stressed over what might befall him if ever one day probably the forest creatures will hurt him. The father once explained perhaps it's the effect when Jeslie's mother gave birth to him in the forest when he was a child. He also has a negative flaw of being shrewd.
On the other hand, the older brother got annoyed whenever his young brother leave the house. He has to do the labor in doing all the house chores since their parents leave the house as well to work in the field.
"Why should I need to do all these tasks when you are supposed to help me? All you know is play and leave the house. When will a person of your kind be of use even just for once? " he once confronted his brother one day.
"Why should I need to help you when I know you can do it yourself?" his brother answered back with a smirk.
"You are such a pest in the house!" Jester muttered.
"And you are an ugly ogre."Jeslie just teased him.
Oftentimes Jeslie placed a rat or a snake under his brother's blanket and scare him. Sometimes he will put a frog in his brother's boots and other mischievous stuff he would do just to tease his brother.
" Go back to where you belong you-you- leech!"Jester shouted in desperation when one day his patience overflowed.
"I'm taking you with me, were one of a kind, hahaha"! was Jeslie's answer.
One day, as they were arguing, they were interrupted by the sound of sirens from an emergency vehicle that was approaching their village.
There was an urgent message from the mayor in town ordering everyone in the village to be fetched and be brought to town in a safe area. A huge buffalo from nowhere was roaming the whole village. It's in their place and attacks anyone in its way humans and animals alike. Everybody in the village will be put to safety in the town for the meantime until the creature is caught.
Meanwhile, Jeslie didn't hear the warning since he fled the moment his brother got distracted by the siren. He thought of playing again rather than doing the house chores. Just then their parents just arrived from the farm and still catching their breath and the moment they got close to Jester, they asked for his brother. Jeslie's father eagerly wanted to find his younger son but the police didn't allow him and advised him to pray that the boy is safe even though they were anxious that the boy will encounter the beast.
The young boy was surprised when he woke up the following morning. He wasn't fetched by his father last night and it seems unusual. He walked home humming and imagining a tasty breakfast.
When he arrived home, he was again surprised that their house was fully open without anyone in the house. He walked around and found all their domestic animals bathed in blood. He then shouted to catch the attention of his family but no one is answering. Then a motorcycle stopped behind him and a man grabbed him at the back and placed him in his motorcycle and rode him in town. The rider on his way explained everything to the boy about what's happening. It was a policeman.
Just in time the rider and the boy arrived in the safe building, a creature appeared. Jeslie slowly turned and found a very huge beast. Its' eyes were fiery red and its saliva drooped from its mouth.
On the other hand, Jeslie's family missed him especially Jester that no matter how they argued, felt compassionate towards his brother but he was shocked to find his brother outside in front of the beast. He can't open his mouth to catch his brother's attention for fear that he might get the attention of the beast instead.
Jeslie turned to find a huge animal behind him. It looks familiar but different in size. It was his first time encountering such a huge creature and he find it thrilling. He looked at the beast in the eyes and reached his hands. His family and all the audience inside their building were nervous and his parents almost collapsed upon witnessing what is happening outside.
The beast opened its huge mouth and posted to attack the food in front of him when suddenly the boy looks familiar to him.
"Taro..." Jeslie raised his hand posing to reach the animal. Suddenly the beast lowered its head. The next thing that happened was a surprise. The creature was tamed by the young boy.Jeslie wasn't afraid of the creature because it's their buffalo. The creature can't sense fear in him and it was his weakness. Fear seems to have a strong smell for the animal that attracts an attack.
The police and other local armed forces though acted late shot a sedative to the animal and securely tied him and brought it to a medical facility where they found out that the animal consumed some of the vials containing the formula that was formerly in the care of the scientist who was one of the ill-fated passengers of a plane crash near the ricefield where the boy's parents previously worked. The buffalo has overdosed and it caused the animal to grow rapidly and act mean.
Jeslie's family embraced him after what happened. The whole **town** rejoiced and saved at last. The town mayor later awarded the boy for saving their village.
This is just an imaginative story as you can see.A product of no idea what to write.🤣
Thanks for stopping by.
12/22/21
**>Xzeon<**
I apologize for not responding to your mentions dear friends.. I realized there's something wrong with the site not until I mentioned it in noise.I keep refreshing my phone and clearing caches but to no avail. Thanks to @Laurenceuuu for recommending duckduckgo browser.
A special thanks to @foryoubtc09 for being my new sponsor. I didn't expect your name on my notification, it appears to me by surprise. I appreciate it much. ❣️
A day in the nursery
Assuming you see my lead picture, it's only a basic fence. A sign board composed MPENRO NURSERY hanging outside. It is located above the road and caused me to envision columns of potted seedlings and plots beds with newly sprout seedlings. I generally pass by the spot riding in a public jeepney and pondered whats the picture behind those fence. Recently, my curiousity was answered.
As one of my neighbor requested, I substituted her in her work as a maintenance officer of the day in that nursery. She got an injury in the hand that is the reason she can't accomplish manual work. She has obtained a temporary job from Provincial office and assigned her in the nursery. I need to go with one of her coworker from our barrio for a day. I'm a bit pissed off for the reasom that I prepared and left ahead of schedule at home and even forgot to bade goodbye to my little daughter since I'm hustling to leave so I will not be late and the coworker I need to join will not say anything negative. Yet, go against to my assumption, the individual was as yet unprepared when I went to her home. I was thinking about the couple of things I ought to have done at home rather than patiently waiting for my companion to get done.
We arrived late.The spot was small not at all like the ussual extensive nurseries. The billboard outside which is composed MPENRO represents Mountain Province Environment and Natural Resources Office. Whenever the Provincial office acknowledges job orders for the undergrad applicants or even individuals who are college graduate who would rather not work in the office, they assign them in the nursery to do weeding, potting, and clear brushing. The developed seedlings are being sold with the end goal of reforestation and agro forestry service within the provincial area. Various organizations will then request and buy the seedlings afterwards. There are various types of seedlings for reforestation while organic fruit-bearing trees for agro-forestry service.
As I entered the place, I interestingly, feasted my eyes around. Not much interesting though. There are empty plot beds and lines of grown seedlings that some are ready to be planted.
There were only few kinds of seedlings in the nursery this time. What astounded me more than anything was the little falls I found on the corner of the nursery. Now I comprehend the reason why the nursery was situated here because it has abundant water which is so much significant for the development of the seedlings.
A man in his 50's I think who act as our foreman was already present. He directed us to where we can begin our task. I grinned wryly as I saw the spot is so much exposed to the sun. It was still 9:00 yet it was too hot already. Somewhere inside me I figured, what would I be able to say? this is my labor. 😅 I didn't finnish my schooling so I had no real option except to acknowledge the task.
We had to was work quickly because of the heat and had a brief break at past 10.
See the kettle with thick soot? I am used to it when we went to work in the ricefield during planting season. I was astonished to think that there's a kettle in this working environment. My neighbor once told me that the foreman is consistently the person who gets ready and prepares for breaktime and lunch.Now I see how it works. He always brought with him bakery bread. The smell of the brewed coffee that was in the kettle was exceptionally enticing and welcoming. We appreciated tasting it to its last drop and before we continued our work once more, I noticed my companion took out something from her bag. It was a canned corned beef. I figured out this is how it works in here so I took out mine too and set it beside my companion's.
We finnished clearing the thick vegetation in a couple of hours before midday. Perhaps we have the same thought with my companion of leaving the spot as quick as possible because its too hot so without rest we continued the task until we reached the end. 🤣Later, the foreman motioned for our lunch. We had a simple dinner, corned beef sauted with young bitter gourd which my companion picked from its vine that climbs in the net material of the nursery before we left to resume our task. We had little discussions then, and, resigned from work afterward but my companion had another plan. She had to collect sticks to serve as fence to her upcoming mallard farm. I accompannied her on the upper part of the nursery that overlooks the mainroad.
There's no nice spot to take a shot because the place was shaded with various trees. It is also steep that one must take care in walking but I assure you it was so cool since the spot was shaded with fruit trees. We needed to wait for a ride returning home so we settled close by of the main road below the nursery.Good thing a fellow from our community in his pick up passed by and we had a free ride headed home.
That's all for today.
Thanks again for joining me in here. ❣️I had to reedit this for how many times because everytime I opened my draft, the old one keeps showing minus the images. It's so difficult to upload images nowadays.
12-7-21
**>Xzeon<**
I big thanks to @gertu13 for being my new sponsor. The notif made me smile when I woke up this morning. I appreciate it much my friend.
I Surrender but NO
Every time you are in the midst of waves of problems, what do you do? What do you keep thinking?
When struggles come my way, I can't just avoid thinking why won't I just die?.
One time, as I read an acrostic article by Miss @Jane entitled I want to run away, my mind was stirred and realized I once thought and imagined of dying and living another life. It differs from just running away. I wanted to run away from the world permanently. I asked myself if I do, would my life be the same as my present situation if I live again another time? Would I be battling to find sideline jobs to help my husband support the needs of our family? or would my life be better instead? How many children would I have if ever? What would become of me when I will live another life. Those are senseless imaginative questions in my mind when I am stressed. https://read.cash/@Jane/i-want-to-run-away-78cab82e#comment-485b13aa
Indeed, in some cases, we considered senseless things and become strange when we are amidst challenges. I'm simply happy that I was consistently strong enough to battle it and keep myself rational regardless of the difficulties I experienced.
I came out to this topic when I learned that some people whom I know suffered from depression recently. One is a 13 yr. Old girl I once worked with. Whenever there was a lad, a teen at her age coming as our customer to order meals and snacks, we teased her and it would burst into laughter within the 4 corners of the kitchen we are working on afterward. When modular class started, her mom fetched the girl because according to the mom, working while studying will affect her daughter's studies in which I doubt because she is always satisfying her children and spent extravagantly on devices and gave them as a present to her 3 kids, that includes the girl.
Last Monday, the mother visited our workplace since they are close with one of my workmates and she was the one who referred her to my boss. That moment I learned that the once happy young girl suffered from schizophrenia- -(a serious mental issue that influences how an individual thinks, acts, communicates feelings, sees reality, and identifies with others.) she seems to live in a world that doesn't exist. The girl was once sweet to her half-brother but this time according to her mom she doesn't approve of it anymore. She confronts her brother and told him they are never related and even threat she'll stab him. She also hears whispering behind her back and always locked in her room alone and cries. I pity the young girl that was enjoying her life and now living in a world of her own.
Another situation is from a father who was suddenly acting weird. It was said that his son met a vehicular accident and he needs to pay 60 thousand in peso for the damage done where his son was more injured than the other driver. Since then, the father whom I found to be a religious one suddenly changed and acted strangely. One time, his fellow brothers and sisters in Christ under their religion held a supplication meeting to pray for him, he tried to run away. Whenever he saw their pastor, he hides that it seems he was afraid of something. So the fellow members need to grasp him to calm him down so they could be able to pray for him. When I met him yesterday morning, I'm glad he's okay.
Now, thinking of those individuals has led me to think of myself. I don't want to give my family inconveniences so I don't want to become like the people I mentioned. Even in the worst situations starting from my childhood wherein I wanted to give up and just die, I hold on to life. I keep thinking about my father before, I know he will become miserable if something happened to me. Now I thought of my family especially my children. Who would be the one to look and take care of them. I find many orphaned children that are effortlessly tormented in our community just because they have no mother or father to go up against the bullies. It's aggravating in the heart to find them silently crying in the corner because there's no one to comfort them.
Mostly, orphaned children act differently from normal kids because there are no parents that taught them to act normal that sometimes we mistook them to be naughty and hated them when in fact, they are merely seeking attention and love. I don't want to leave my children like that.No matter how mischievous they are, at least I am present by their side to correct them and teach them the right way of being a child. So as much as possible I keep my sanity intact.
How about you, did you ever think of crazy things even just for once? If you do, I suggest you keep tight and don't let your sanity break. Give yourself a little space and meditate. Seek help from friends, create a diary to vent out your emotions, and most importantly, pray. There's "Someone" up there who is always ready to listen to your prayer if you reach out to "Him".
Thanks for another time visiting my article.
11-17-21
**~>Xzeon<~**
Big Thanks to miss @Jane for the sponsorship renewal. May God bless you a hundred fold.
I Failed
If ever you read my past article, you will know that I had embraced 2 little piglets on the grounds that their mom is a particularly a mean one. She would not like to take care of them and don't prefer to hear squealling and if her babies do she'll bite them.
That is the reason I chose to assume the liability in dealing with the young piglets at home. I set them in the container with rice stalks to keep them warm. I utilized a dropper to take care of them since they dont like elastic nipples.I woke up in the middle of the night to take care of them because they can upset our entire house when they cry. I likewise positioned them in the daylight for a couple of moments each day. Had them iron infused by an animal technician.They were dynamic and cried so uproarious when they were ravenous very much like human babies.My little girl named them Brown and Baby. In reality it just emerged from her blameless mouth when I asked her what are the names of the babies.She even claimed them as her own infants.
Tragically, on the 6th day, Tuesday evening, I notice Brown doesn't move a lot. She simply lie on her stomach even her sister was prodding her. At the point when I attempted to get her and let her stand, her legs were so frail she will fall if only I wasn't holding her feeble body. Her body was cold too. I was so much worried especially when I can't feel a lot of the heartbeat of the little creature in my grasp. I even talked to her to keep consistent. I immediately heated up some water in the pot and poured it in a water bag and wrapped it with a fabric and let Brown rest on top of it to make her warm again. Tragically, it just hold her a couple of hours. She passed on in the end.😢
The younger sibling left was crying. She missed her older sister and there's nobody to warm her up during cold nights.Though there was the lighting I accommodated for them but she appears to be forlorn and continues to wander around her room and seems she's searching for somebody. I feel sorry for her however how would I be able to respond?
Then, at that point, the saddest thing occurred, I lost her a day after her kin kicked the bucket.
They weren't human however I felt like I lost somebody. As my young boys digged on an empty lot on our backyard for the subsequent chance to cover the little animal I once held and took care of, I felt miserable. It took me nearly couple of days to beat the miserable inclination. Call me despicable yet that is me.
It took me back to my youngster years when I had one goldfish given to me by a friend. I put it in a little container and watched it swim in its little world I gave. I was excited in coming home and watch it swim inside the bottle. Be that as it may, the fish didn't make due for long, perhaps I didn't have the foggiest idea how to take care of it and there's no oxygen not at all like those aquariums in the fish stores. I cried a stream while setting it in a match and burried in the ground. My heart was so weighty in those days.
All things considered, we likewise had a 2 pet dog named Bingo and Kylo second to the last before our current dog Athena. I brought them home when they can't in any case see. Bingo remained with us for quite a long time and a cousin requested him after he was bitten by one canine with troublesome attitude in a dog fight, his attitude additionally changed.
Next was Kylo. Along with her sister I took them home.They were 5 orphaned puppies. Their mom was hit by a vehicle in the highway. The other 3 pups were given by the owner to our neighbor to be taken on by their dog who simultaneously conceived an offspring yet the three died. Luckily the little pups under me endured. At the point when they were strong enough, the owner requested any of the two little pups since they have a type of a tracker/hunter acquired from their mother. I gave the female back, so Kylo was left and developed into an exceptionally kind canine... be that as it may, he passed after 3 yrs in a sudden death. We loved him for he is such a good dog. I didn't have interest in canines any longer after what occurred. My children got back 3 additional little puppies continuously thereafter yet none of them endured.
Hardly any years passed and I considered dealing with a pet dog once more. Happily, I had the option to raise one. It deleted my tragic memory then, at that point. But, not after what happened beforehand. I felt I failed to do everything I can. I thought I misses to do something. I failed to let 2 lives survive.
Well,to console myself and diminish the misery that I believe, I let myself know that lives are not mine. There are times that regardless of how we do all that we can, we can't simply forestall disappointment for coming. We can't prevent from undesirable happenings to happen.
Same with our life, we can't stop misery to defeat our expected to be happy moments. When in a pleasant radiant day, we don't anticipate that a storm should come yet throughout everyday life, it will come out of nowhere. We should simply to acknowledge whatever occurs. Bear in mind that there's nothing long-lasting in this world. Eventually everything and everybody will all meet a similar destiny in the end which is death.
Thank you all for visiting.
11-11-21
**>Xzeon<**
Saving Lives
Numerous evenings, I haven't got sufficient rest. I was restless with regards to my mother pig that is the reason. I observed her breast all enlarged and hanging a couple of days back. It's one of the indications of a mother pig that is close to her conceiving an offspring. Sadly, I am not feeling **well** for several days. Most of my relatives including my neighbors and companions encountered the impact of this changing climate in our place. Be that as it may, regardless I believe, I need to go to the new mother pig in her farrowing.
It's been a long time since we triumphed to have a mother pig. We had a problem with cash matters so we offered it to pay for whatever was expected to be utilized. We had grown a few hogs yet they are intended for selling or fatteners as it were. I even attempted to grow a wonderful gilt however it was impulsively sold because the piece where the pen was constructed disintegrated because of the storm a year ago. I wasn't keen on selling this is because it was a suitable pig to be made into a mother pig. However, the circumstance reluctantly pushed me to choose to sell it.
Presently I had 2 recently developed gilts and become mother pigs that just conceived offspring. Lamentably, the first mother brought forth just 3, it was 4 yet the fourth one was mummified when it was brought out by her mom.
I was appreciative it came out so as not to poison the mama pig. The second mother pig just gave 2 infants. Worst, it was a mean mother pig. She assaults her babies after she recovered her strength. Her babies can at this point don't benefit from their mom. So I needed to take care of the piglets with foster milk. However it has minimal possibility of endurance, I attempted to take care of them inside a box. I was considering allowing it to be fostered by the other mother pig yet I was apprehensive she would assault the new piglets since I realize that pigs have a solid feeling of smell. They can without much of a stretch perceive their children by their smell.
Later I learned it very well by searching with the struggle of slow internet connection, I learned I simply need to blend the more established piglets in with the new ones and afterward set them back to their mom along with the day-old infants. In any case, when I attempted to get one of those older piglets, the mother attempted to chase me🤣. She was extremely overprotective with her piglets and had the option to detect my goal. The beneficial thing I was quick to rushed out to escape from the pen. Golly, my heart went blast! I had the one piglet in my grasp and couldn't get the others since they are being watched by their mother. It just remained few moments with the little new piglets in the box where I put them yet when I chose to return it to their mom, I can perceive how the mother smelled him eagerly and contrasting the smell with the others. She continued to do it in a speedy manner that made me apprehensive as I was noticing her. Then, at that point, I considered getting a feed to divert her consideration so I had a fast run and poured lactating feeds in her feeding box. My heart is as yet apprehensive. The single piglet which I blended in with the enhanced one previously blended with his original kin and the unfamiliar smell uncovered as of now so when the mother was finished with her food. She wasn't dubious any longer.
Each time I envisioned intending to do the process again, I felt nervous already. One thing more, the one older piglet which I had the option to grasp bites the infants when I blended them. How much more if three of them versus 2 frail babies will make them helpless. They are now definitely more robust than the recently conceived piglets
It took me few moments to defeat the inclination when I was going to get a handle on the piglet. My legs are as yet shaking. Consider me a coward yet that is how I feel.
After thinking so often, I chose to take care of the new infants myself. Now I have new family members in the house. I searched for anybody in our local who has available milk for piglets. Luckily, I discovered one. I was worried, I can't have the possibility to make my new infants endure.
Today is their 4rth day under my care.
Maybe your'e wond'ring why they have clothes on. I made it to protect their navels. Whenever they play or near hungry, they started to suck their siblings navels and it's not good since it may lead to hernia when they grow up.
I simply have them infused with iron with an animal specialist yesterday. He even let me know I should have them adopted with the other mother pig. I told myself, better believe it definitely, it's simplier said than done thinking of how my knees shaked. 🤣
Just now, I'm in town to purchase early wean feed for my piglets.
The foster milk isn't sufficient for it's just a supplement.The piglets ought to be educated to eat at this point for complete supplements. I'm happy I had the option to allow them to nurse their colostrum from their mom during their initial 24 hours when their mother was as yet feeble. It was an assurance that my infants has a chance to endure because they have the regular antibodies taken during their introduction to the world.
Wish me luck with this difficult task of mine.
#Saving Lives
10/17/21
>Xzeon<
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