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Zing

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My mechanical intelligence must be low, but I have survived 70 years with it. I get a quiet zing each time I learn new tricks – new for me but surely not for the average person especially those younger than I am.

Months ago, I was thrilled when I was able to change the  clock setting of my old Nokia N73 all by myself with a lot of frustrations, of course. My Nokia N73 has been giving me a lot of problems but I dare not replace it because I have become so accustomed to it. Even my blind masseuse and masseurs are amused that I still use an old N73.

A discovery, made my Black Saturday an exciting day. I learned from the cashier of my beauty salon some functions to be used on Facebook. Imagine! I have been at the mercy of Fast and Furious posts on my news feeds for so long. I kept expressing my disgust on the comments portion but to no avail.

I learned from Ramil about a small arrow on the upper right hand corner of each  post – and all I had to do was to choose the option indicating I did not want to see the post. Fantastic! I spent an enjoyable hour or so scrolling and “banishing” all the posts from Fast and Furious especially the distasteful sexy comics-like posts. No offense to the many fans of Paul Walker. God bless his soul.

Personalized Health Care

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For around three years, circa 2006 -2009 when our daughter was assigned in Singapore, we almost had a second home there. I remember bringing in cans and cans of luncheon meat and numerous bowls of instant noodles. What an unhealthy diet. This must have contributed to my mild stroke in 2012.

I remember our amiable Chinese doctor warning us against the use of artificial sweeteners. I wonder why our Filipino doctors never made a statement about such.

Lately a female friend who came home from the United States proudly announced to me that she no longer has a problem with hypertension. And to think that her BP used to be higher than mine. Apparently, for years like me, she was taking medicines not compatible with her other conditions.

This set me thinking. Especially now that I have had sessions of acupuncture by a half-blind certified acupuncturist. Added to this I had a session with a knowledgeable blind masseuse who taught me a lot of what he learned from his microbiology course. He likewise told me stories of a medical doctor who also had acupuncture by my acupuncturist.

I am still under pharmacological healthcare but prudently I am inching my way towards alternative medicine. This time around, unlike in the 90s, I can’t afford to do away with my maintenance medicine. One thing for sure, I need to work on my attitudes, my fears and my anxieties.

Travel, Way to Learn

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Montessorri has self-correcting exercises with personal learnings without the the stigma of fear, shame, etc. In school so many years ago, perfection was the standard. Perfect quizzes, perfect behavior etc. At home it was a milder form of perfection softened by the love of our mom. In my childhood everyday was an adventure sometimes magical with my best friend, a neighbor. When not in my neighbor’s house or gardens I would be with my siblings playing group games that required number of members to be played. Definitely we were learning how to live harmoniously.

In Singapore in the 90s I was introduced to the Asian type of toilet without toilet bowls. I remember just staring at the porcelain hole on the ground. For one moment I entertained the idea that I had entered the men’s room by mistake. But I saw another woman as I entered.

It was so laborious, squatting and taking utmost care not to wet my capri pants. Nobody warned me about this.

In Sydney at McDonald”s near the Circular Quay, I witnessed how an attendant told a customer: “This is a store, not a hotel. We don’t have a men’s room.” I don’t remember the term he used for toilet or comfort room. But I was surprised at the classification of McDonald’s as a store.

Christmas and New Year in Sydney both fall in summer months. But I remember wearing a cardigan as we packed ourselves near the Opera House on New Year’s Eve waiting for the fireworks to greet the New Year. BYOB. I learned that this is the acronym for bring your own bottle.

At  the Victoria Building in Sydney is the famous rest room. A white woman frantically turned the top of the knobless faucet only to be surprised when the water gushed forth. I was proud of myself; our daughter oriented me to such an ingenious facility, a self automated faucet.

In Hongkong I was embarrassed when I laugh at the sign in Tropical Hut “Take Away”. It i the British fothe American “Take out”.

In Indonesia, when my husband was a lecturer, I committed a faux pax. I raised my fist to cheer for women empowerment. Luckily our host, the mayor, chose not to pay attention.

When I travel, I thank God for the resources that allowed me to travel but I assume a humble attitude because you can never know what or who you will encounter. I believe everybody does his/her best according to his/her level of consciousness.

“Everyone has a lens through which (he views) the world. Religions, philosophies, therapies, authors, speakers, gurus, and candlestick makers all perceive the world through a particular mind-set.” Joe Vitale

Christmas Peace

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According to Gaylon Ferguson: “The root of materialism is the sense that we are, in some fundamental way, inadequate. We feel, secretly, that there is something basic missing. Something is originally wrong with us – and the obvious solution to this inner lack is to get something , someone or something, from outside to fill this inner gap.”

This Christmas I found myself alone but not lonely in our condo. A former student with whom I was supposed to have lunch was suddenly hospitalized. My husband was with my cousins for a traditional Christmas reunion.

I love being alone without being lonely, I cgerished the freedom from having to negotiate the Christmas traffic. I felt I did not need anything. I could order food any time I wanted from a favorite diner downstairs. After all I have lost all craving for rich food shortly after I had a mild stroke in May 2012.

I had completed two crossword puzzles. I had checked my news feeds on Facebook. I replied to all text messages. I finished the day’s housework. I was inspired to read pages from my spiritual books;we went to an anticipated Mass on the 24th.

What a grand Christmas gift; I wasn’t anxious over our daughter in the USA with her boyfriend nor over my husband out to lunch with my cousins.

Materialism??