CONFESSIONS OF A LATE BLOOMER

            When I let my high school friend read my first entry here in my blog she told me that it was good and that it confirmed that I am a late bloomer. Not knowing what a late bloomer is, I reread the article that I sent her hoping that I can get a clue on what the word means.  But I did not. In which I consulted Wikipedia, oddly enough it exists. Late bloomers, I have learned are people whose talents and capacities are not visible to others until later than usual.

            On questions about my talents and capacities, I am still enhancing them and figuring out what else is my purpose here in the universe. Hence the confessions:

1.      I first thought of naming this blog as Confessions of Late Bloomer but then I crossed it out because I won’t be making personal posts here often or more confessions of my life here.

CONVERSATIONS WITH STRANGERS: LADY NURSE

            Would you believe if I tell you that I have talked to three different strangers in half a day? In the end of every conversation after the stranger left I felt that the two of us are destined to meet at that day on that particular time. I have proven that there are human beings in this world that would simply mean nothing but to help you or that the old ones are not afraid to express their opinion.

TOASTED BREAD

            Generally, we humans should learn how to cook at least, the simple meals. Instant food and food delivery can save us in a day. But what if both of them are not available and all we have are raw ingredients? That’s where our cooking skills would be useful. With this epiphany I have decided to learn how to prepare meals enough to feed myself and hopefully the whole household.

THE SUNDAY CURRENTLY: VOL 4

Cheers to us! May is my birth month (it made me feel special) and there had been a little progress in my job hunting. I am so happy yet anxious because it is not guaranteed money. It is a risk that I am uplifting to God Almighty.

            And now to the Sunday currently:

Reading

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Writing

Nothing except this update on The Sunday Currently not even a poem.

SUMAKAH FESTIVAL

            A better way of celebrating your birthday if you are not organizing a party is going to a festival. Take the opportunity to be there and be surrounded by festivity. It is like the whole town is celebrating your birthday.

FLOWERS OF MAY

             

        Photographing flowers is my new obsession. It started when I was experimenting with my camera, discovering that there is a setting specified for taking photos of flowers. And when I try to experiment with the shutter I was amazed on the result. It helps that I can immediately see the difference in using the setting. It had been an inspired idea of stocking photos until this month before using them here in my blog. Because I want to call them Flowers of May.

THE SUNDAY CURRENTLY: VOL 3

Reading

I am reading stories on Smashwords.

Writing

I am writing my editorial line – up for May.

Listening

I am listening to TV commercials, and some of our neighbor’s playlist.

Thinking

My editorial line – up for May is still not complete so I am still thinking of topics that would suit my blog.

Smelling

Someone is smoking near my spot. I really need to finish this fast.

Wishing

I wish that my pimples will go away.

Hoping

I am hoping that I have a job next month. Still.

Wearing

I am wearing a loose shirt that is printed with a word Wizard and cotton short.

Loving

I love it when my heart beats fast because of excitement.

Wanting

I want to cover the upcoming festival in our town.

Needing

I need to change my SIM but I can’t since it’s the number I used in applying for job.

Feeling

I am feeling light. Thank God it rained today.

Clicking

I am clicking the right side of our blue mouse.

*The Sunday Currently is an original link - up by .Siddathornton.

PROJECT HAPPINESS: THE POWER OF WISH

            In one of our group discussion in SFC we talked about the power of wish. Then we were asked to remember our childhood wishes that we eventually realized that it was too good to be true. I was second to the last to share because I cannot remember wishing something that I wanted when I was a child. It occurred to me that I never wished to have Barbie dolls and nice clothes or anything else tangible.