Monthly Archives: September, 2011

Our fruit bearing “indian” mango tree

Once upon a time, many  summers ago, we had a beautiful indian mango tree beside our house. The tree has special meaning to us because it bore so much fruit. At one point in our lowly life, somehow, the excess fruits we sold had made a dent, though very  tiny, in the  otherwise heavy load that …

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what it takes to host the 3rd quarter Thanksgiving

In my blog,  the summers of my life (https://jocelyn53.wordpress.com/2010/04/13/the-summers-of-my-life), I wrote these  lines, “While in the Church, I am not anymore aware of what the season is. Be it snow so deep and wind so strong in the winter, the heat of the sun in the summer time, the coolness of the surroundings in the fall …

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My breakfast of croissant and coffee

It is Saturday morning. It is one of two Saturdays in a month when we hold our Thanksgiving Service in the Church. I like this schedule because, I have at least slept longer unlike Fridays, as the weekender,  everyone is just in a hurry and things have  to be done all in one day. I …

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my business project

THE CLEAN AND SHINE SERVICE In my English 109 – Writing for Technology and Business, our first project is Planning a Business. It got good response from most of my classmates because these students are in their late teens going on twenty’s eager to go out and venture the world, having none of the experience …

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how obese the american kids are..

Towards the last 30-minute of the one hour and a half of Mary’s soccer practice, the rain started to fall. The field was shared by three teams, the five year old-boys, the five year old-girls  and the team of Mary who are in the 10-year old- girls. I was a little embarrassed because the five …

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the weather today

I just woke up and I made a breakfast of fried egg (I seldom do this), toasted  my bread and made some coffee. As I opened my green curtain that will show me how the world is going on outside, I can see  the sun shining bright. Before I picked my clothes for the day, …

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the many usage of a burger king cup

In the basement of Grammy’s house is where I live. I have two single beds side by side, a set of drawers one is shorter than the other, an all covered  heirloom sofa of Grammy’s from her mother who was born in the 18th hundred for Grammy is 84 years old now, a rounded hamper …

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My Niche

After more than five years living with my employer, I have my own private space, in the basement of Grammy’s little cottage. I love the space for it gives  me privacy, not that I don’t have one  in  my previous living quarter. In that big house, I was installed in the guest room equipped with …

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The Falling Man

I posted this photo, (borrowed one) in my Facebook account with a caption ” At the last moment of your life, not of your own choice, you accepted and embraced death gracefully and I salute you.” A simple line yet sparked a question to some of my beloved brethren. In the journalism world, the pen is …

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