Sunday Scribblings

Blog Name: Granny SmithBlog URL: Feed:Location: California, United StatesBlog Summary: Blogging friends are not virtual. They areThis blog has been active since: Feb, 2007Post: Word Games (Sunday Scribblings) / March 7, 2008Word Games (Sunday Scribblings)MULTIPLICATIONSI’ll admit it. I’m a word junkie. My favorite games are Scrabble and Boggle. I work and even create crossword puzzles. Beyond that, I love to play with individual words, twist them, slap them into new forms, wring them out for new meanings.Whereas others may put themselves to sleep by counting sheep, I do so by counting the number of words that I can make from the letters of a single word chosen at random. I do mean at random. Sometimes I choose it by focusing on the spine of a book in my bookcase. Sometimes it just

Walk is such a rich term for me. There's so many things I can associate with it, so memories I can think of....As a child, I walked to and from school. It was a nice walk full of fun time with friends. I remember stopping by a little sari-sari store (variety store) to buy a drink or buy a toy or a snack along the way....In high school, there's also a walk from our campus to where the bus is. Our campus was in the middle of this field, and the walk to and from the field were great times with friends.A big one: walk is what I like to do when I'm stressed. It's a great stress reliever for me. There were times when my husband and I would have a big argument, and after that (or sometimes in the middle of it) I would just go outside and walk.... walk... walk... until my anger subsides...I like walking as an exercise. I used to walk around the neighborhood a lot and enjoyed it immensely. Now that I'm so busy, I just walk on a treadmill on our lanai (porch).For more scribblings on

Looking back, looking deepI can truly say I hadlived a life of youth wellNot perfect in any meansNot as exciting as other have beenbut it was goodit was really good...Memories I digbrings forth joy and laughterThere were sadness butcomfort comes right afterHigh School Days were funI belonged to the "in" groupso to speak. I didn't knowhow it happened butthat added a lot of self-esteembecause in high schoolit's a big thing...Regrets? I have a few ...I wish I had been more daring as a youthI wish I had been more adventurousI wish I had learned andparticipated in more sportsAh, Youth...For more adventurous and daring youth adventures, visit Sunday Scribblings.

The word "hospital" evokes so many different emotions depending on what situation we're in and where we're at in our lives. It can evoke fear and anxiety; sadness, and joy....HOSPITALThe results of tests were all positiveShe has cancer and treatment is a mustShe'll be in and out of the hospitalRadiation, consultation, chemotherapy,Anxiety abounds...He's been lying in hospital bed for weeksThe motorcycle accidental was badSuddenly they heard the beepHe's gone, the heart beat stopped, he's goneSadness is all around...On the 9th floor, a baby criesA cry of a new born sonThe parents are ecstaticGrandparents are beyond themselvesA new life has come...For more thoughts on hospital, visit Sunday Scribblings

Sunday Scribbling's prompt for this week is "first job, worst job, dream job". Instead of trying to cover all of it, I'd focus on the dream job.My dream job at this moment is to be an Executive Director for a Non-Profit Company called "Learning Nest". Of course, "Learning Nest" is another dream - it's the organization I want to form whose mission is to support the kids with Learning Disabilities and their families as well.In this dream job, I will be working only part time (so I can have more time with my family). In my dream, our organization will have a lot of supporters and grants that, I, as the Executive Director, I will not be stressed about finding grants - but my focus would be developing the programs to better serve the community we want to minister to.In my vision I see a facility - a huge, beautiful, high-tech facility, family friendly facility where kids with learning disabilities (and even those without) can gather. There will be tons of Assistive Technology availabl

My initial reaction when I saw this week's prompt at Sunday Scribblings? - "Collector personality - I have that - I collect clutter and my house collects dust!".Then I scolded myself. "Liza, you can do better than that."So let's try again. Start over. Here it is..."Collector Personality" - what does it really mean? I browsed through some of the postings and I found Guatami's exposition in Rooted quite excellent. I like the way she expounded this prompt.For me, "collecting" is a good hobby. It does not matter if it's big or small, extravagant or mundane, the point is - collecting allows us to focus on an interest with passion.I have heard all sorts of collections, but there's one that I found very interesting. When I was in the Philippines, starting my career in Human Resource Management, I was employed by one of the top banking corporation there. Because they didn't have a permanent position available, I decided to move on to another bank who offered me a permanent positio

A darkening sky The shadows lengthening by The retreating sun The darkness creeping in As time passes by; You were crying now I get that sinking feeling I’ll never see you again; This is the last time I held out my hand To touch your beautiful golden lock To look at your tear-streaked face To see what’s reflected in your eyes… Where there were love and passion before Now replaced by sorrow and grief. Farewell, this I accept Even if I taste the bitterness; This I feel when I see you off The loneliness, the emptiness… Will both remain with me forever? I’ve only just get on-line, and saw this week prompt for Sunday Scribblings, which is “I get that sinking feeling…“. Well, since Sunday is almost over here in KL, so my entry is just this short piece.

A haiku as my entry for this week Sunday Scribblings.   Dear Diary, The white pages turns one by one as days gone by vanishing away the sun rises now the new day it beckon, hope life starts anew dreamt a little dream as the leaves gently fall, life full of contentment

I was home late from work had to entertain some big-time jerk, when suddenly my car broke down beside some scrub, an hour away from town. As I was putting back on the car’s wheel hub I heard this strange noises coming from the scrub, a noise made of groan and moan a noise unlike any I have known. In the distance I [...]

I was home late from work had to entertain some big-time jerk, when suddenly my car broke down beside some scrub, an hour away from town. As I was putting back on the car’s wheel hub I heard this strange noises coming from the scrub, a noise made of groan and moan a noise unlike any I have known. In the distance I [...]

Photo courtesy of NASA"Goose bumps" is more commonly called "chicken skin" here on Hawaii. I have not seen a goose skin yet, but I can attest to the fact that the chicken skin (when those feathers were plucked) do look like our skin when we get "goose bumps" (I mean "chicken skin" ;) ).When I first saw the prompt, I thought, oh that is easy. There are so many occasions in which I had goose bumps. But the moment I wanted to post about it, I can't think of specific moments. I have a lot of those chicken skin moments ... but you see, I told you I am in a rushed mode and when I am in a rushed mode, I can't think of my "chicken skin" moments.OK, I remembered one ... it's during watching Endeavour take off this week. There's more..if I have the time, I'd come back to this post...Other bloggers have better things to say about Goosebumps. You can find them at Sunday Scribblings here.

Decisions! Decisions! As long as we're living, we will always be faced with various situations that we would need to decide on. Some are minini like deciding what breakfast to eat in the morning, or what clothes to wear. Some decisions are life changing - paving the path to our "destiny".Looking back, I realized that I have made some good decisions in my life that made my life better at this moment. Sunday Scribblings prompt made me think of some of those best decisions I've made...like:1. Deciding to stay pure while I was single. The decision to remain a virgin until I get married pays off. I had the best, most memorable honeymoon. "Passion" is one of the best aspect of our marriage. It helped keep us together on some rough times.2. Deciding to let go of Clay. This is one of the hardest decision I had ever done. Clay is my first love. Yet, he did not share the same "relationship" I had with Jesus at the time I fell in love with him. I had to choose. I could have easily justi

While I was brainstorming on how I would approach this week's Sunday Scribbling post, I saw a photo of my daughter and I's hair. Well.... that was a good start. Actually, that's all I have to show for this edition of Sunday Scribbling.By the way, to my Sunday Scribbling friends who stopped by last week and read my post on Slippery, here's the photo of us: click here

Deep deep down where no one seesI will, my secret keepWay way down belowwhere no one else can peekSacred secrets are meant to lastsecrets revealed are secret pastsecrets neither good or badsecrets, silence is a mustI have a secretor do I have one?I do not think I havebut maybe it's way way downSecrets that memory tries to fadeSecrets longing to be sharedSecrets locked up in our heartsMy secret? where do I start?Nah....Sacred secrets are meant to lastsecret revealed are secret pastsecrets neither good or badsecrets, silence is a mustLet's see if others will reveal their secrets. Visit Sunday Scribblings to find out.

The prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings is "simple." Consider Matthew 5:21-24:You're familiar with the command to the ancients, "Do not murder." I'm telling you that anyone who is so much as angry with a brother or sister is guilty of murder. Carelessly call a brother "idiot!" and you just might find yourself hauled into court. Thoughtlessly yell "stupid!" at a sister and you are on the brink of hellfire. The simple moral fact is that words kill.This is how I want you to conduct yourself in these matters. If you enter your place of worship and, about to make an offering, you suddenly remember a grudge a friend has against you, abandon your offering, leave immediately, go to this friend and make things right. Then and only then, come back and work things out with God.Today is a day for closure. And that's where the blessing part of this two-for-the-price-of-one post becomes relevant.Just for fun, I looked up "closure" in the dictionary and among the definitions was "bringing

The prompt for this week's Sunday Scribblings is "simple." Consider Matthew 5:21-24:You're familiar with the command to the ancients, "Do not murder." I'm telling you that anyone who is so much as angry with a brother or sister is guilty of murder. Carelessly call a brother "idiot!" and you just might find yourself hauled into court. Thoughtlessly yell "stupid!" at a sister and you are on the brink of hellfire. The simple moral fact is that words kill.This is how I want you to conduct yourself in these matters. If you enter your place of worship and, about to make an offering, you suddenly remember a grudge a friend has against you, abandon your offering, leave immediately, go to this friend and make things right. Then and only then, come back and work things out with God.Today is a day for closure. And that's where the blessing part of this two-for-the-price-of-one post becomes relevant.Just for fun, I looked up "closure" in the dictionary and among the definitions was "bringing

ocean wide, ocean deep ocean's waves come and go ocean wide, ocean deep ocean's power flow*Photo was taken at the Makena Beach, Maui, Hawaii. We live 10 minutes away from this lovely beach. We are blessed and very thankful each day :)*For more Scribblings on Ocean, visit Sunday Scribblings.

How does a bird fly? How does a butterfly fly? Is it enough to have wings? How about the airplanes – how do they fly?Sunday Scribbling’s prompt this week is “WINGS”. I can’t help but associate WINGS with flying. It is possible to fly without wings? Are having wings enough to enable a creature or a thing to fly?In my limited mind, I would say that having wings does not cause a thing to fly. The air beneath the wings "enables" it to do so. And with this simple explanation a verse from a song came to mind:Did you ever know that you're my hero,and everything I would like to be?I can fly higher than an eagle,for you are the wind beneath my wings.I can fly …fly…because I have my family and friends as winds beneath my wings….For a more creative scribbling on WINGS, go to Sunday Scribblings.

Growing Deep, Growing StrongWhen I hear the word rooted,I can't help but associate it with growth.It signifies being grounded.It connotes being nourished.It represents the making of a strong foundation.I believe I am rootedin a family with a strong valuein a community with loveand in the Word of GodAs my roots grow deeperand my body grows strongermy branches will expandflowers will bloomand I will bear fruitin seasonFor more Scribblings on rooted, go to Sunday Scribblings.Photo taken from Wikipedia, here.

The DancerI don't think I have danced since I moved to Maui...so this could be my secret identity. Not many of my friends here know I love to dance. I don't think they know I like dancing. That dancer part of me has been dormant for years.... And honestly, now it seems like I am afraid to dance..I am shy to dance...When I was young, I used to dance a lot. I was always in school programs, always in a dance. Even in high school I did dance a lot. I did not have the formal classes of ballet or jazz and tap because we were poor and can't afford those...but whenever dance is taught at school, I was there.I danced all sorts of dance - ethnic (like Tinikling), disco, jazz, swing, salsa, hip hop and waltz. Being part of the Grand Cotillion on our Junior and Senior Ball in High School is one of my best memories of dance.Yes, I was a dancer. And I think that dancer part of me will remain a Secret Identity...until I start dancing HULA ..someday soon :)For more "Secret Identity" revelatio

Sunday Scribblings #51: Inspiration"What Would Jesus Do?" Part 1: My Church "chose to stand silent" -- Now what? ~~ Updated March 18, 2007. (Originally published August 4, 2005.) ~~ First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out -- because I was not a communist; Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out-- because I was not a socialist; Then they came for the trade

My heart is happyI will write a psalm of praiseI will sing a joyful songI will rejoiceI will be glad My mind is curiousI will let it wonderI will exploreI will look, hear, touch and tastePut in essay what I have discovered My soul is wearyI will write a poemI will scribble my lamentationsA tear drop on paper won’t matterI will express my sorrows in wordsHAPPY ANNIVERSARY Sunday Scribblings (or advance)! For more thoughts on Inspiration and to wish them happy Anniversary, go tho Sunday Scribblings Site.

Sunday Scribblings #48 -- Puzzled: "Why did I say 'yes'?" Blog Talkers Talk #5 (Part 2)-- Let's talk about a past love. Tell us about your first love. What did you learn about yourself from that relationship/experience? What kind of life do you think he/she is living today? The Cost of the Call (Part 4b): "Why Did I Say 'Yes'?"Continued from The Cost of the Call (Part 4a): "Am I too late?" I

This Sunday Scribbling prompt brought me back to some childhood memories in the Philippines (especially my grandma)...Growing up, I have heard many superstitious beliefs from my grandparents..even my parents. They sound silly now but we kept many of them until I was old enough to know it's not true...like "don't do to bed and sleep when your hair is wet or else you'd get blind" or "don't sweep the floor with the direction going out of your house to your door because you'd sweep your luck out - so sweep going in and just use a dust pan to pick up the dust"I can think of several more...but one thing that is funny now, but not funny then...are the myths about the "aswangs" (ghouls and vampires). And one superstitious belief I clearly remember is that "aswangs are afraid of garlics. They cannot stand garlic" so you can just imagine how much garlic I keep in my room at night when I was a child :).I found one entertaining article about Filipina wives and supestition...and how western

Sunday Scribblings #47 -- Crush: "Am I Too Late?" Blog Talkers Talk #5 -- Let's talk about a past love. Tell us about your first love. What did you learn about yourself from that relationship/experience? What kind of life do you think he/she is living today? The Cost of the Call (Part Four): "Am I too late?" I love an opportunity to meld several different categories of posts. (I would say "

Sunday Scribblings #42: Idea idea 1. any conception existing in the mind as a result of mental understanding, awareness, or activity. 2. a thought, conception, or notion: That is an excellent idea. 3. an impression: He gave me a general idea of how he plans to run the department 4. an opinion, view, or belief: His ideas on raising children are certainly strange. 5. a plan of action; an intention

December 31, 2006 Prompt #40: Destination Two-word answer: CARNEGIE HALL! Yeah, it was just too easy. I am performing with The Delta Winds on March 28, 2007, at Carnegie Hall in New York City. We had our first rehearsal last week and received our music. Yes, I am one of those playing first flute, as well as in the small wind ensemble that will accompany the soloists. The selections we

I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie All the day and nighttime, hear me sigh I never had the least notion That I could fall with so much emotion Could you coo Could you care For a cunning cottage we could share The world will pardon my mush Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on youWhen I was in elementary school, after watching Karate Kid, I had a big crush on Ralph Macchio. Oh I remember buying posters of him…reading every magazine articles about him that I can find…day dreaming that someday I would be able to meet him…maybe date him (sigh!)When I was a freshman in high school, I had a crush on this guy named Emmanuel. He was a junior at that time and didn't even know I existed. But he was such a heartrob cute. When I was junior in high school, I had a crush on Lito. He was a senior at the same school I was in. Heaven smiled at me then when during the Junior-Senior Prom, I was chosen to dance in the Grand Cotillon, and he too was chosen. We were partners! Oh, that was