Kameido Tenjin Shrine, Tokyo
Originally built in 1662, pattering after Dazaifu in Kyushu, the park of this shrine has been one of the most popular spots for the wisterias and apricot flowers since the Edo era.


Received my initial postcard from Japan, courtesy of Atsushi from Tokyo. It features a lovely purple or lavender theme, showcasing beautiful wisterias. I can't help but wish to have those flowers in my dream garden, though I'm not sure if that will ever come true.


BLAKENEY
IMAGES of NORFOLK
Blakeney harbour offers safe sailing and the bustling quayside, where rows of boats are always to be seen, presents a colourful scene.


I received my second postcard from the United Kingdom, courtesy of Mavis. Observing the boats in the picture reminded me of a memorable experience during a vacation at our maternal grandparents' place. I recalled riding a small boat, which was both awesome and thrilling. However, since I don't know how to swim, it was also somewhat scary as I couldn't shake off the feeling that the boat might sink at any moment.

Back when I was little, I'm much more closer to my father than I was with my mother. Maybe it's because my father used to give what I want, buy what I want, etc. He wouldn't let nobody in our family spank me, though my mother had spank me a couple of times, but I deserved it anyway.

I fondly recall how my father will always have something for me when he comes home from work. My favorite was Juicy Fruit bubble gum, which I often swallow after a few chews. He would also tag me along when he's taking the company's guest on a tour of the city. Bring me along to the office during weekends, while he's working I'm taking the tour of the office, seating on chairs pretending I'm a grown-up office girl. It was also the first time I had my hands on a computer and played my first computer game (PacMan).

My dad is the most responsible guy I've known in my whole existence, he'll do everything to support his family. Will even work on weekends during his day-offs just so he could provide more for his family. Will do any kind of work, as long as it's decent. High School was his highest education attained, never entered college, because his parents (my grandparents) can't afford to do so. But that didn't stop him from doing what he must in order to survive and raise a family. That's because of his intelligence, perseverance, and resourcefulness. Sadly, not a lot of guys possess this kind of attitude.

When I was a kid, I used to play outside with our neighbor kids. During those times, playing alone in your house is lonely, so I have to go out to have fun. We play hide and seek, tag, exploring the neighborhood, playing pretend (cooking leaves), collecting stones/bottle caps/rubber bands/"teks", play in the rain, and many more.

Simple fun, simple pleasures. You learn to cooperate because if not, you'll end up playing alone, which is kind of depressing during those days, especially if you're an only child.

Today, kids can enjoy just by sitting infront of the computer, playing online games, or play using their handheld games. You can enjoy without even doing efforts of going out and making friends.

I enjoyed my childhood years, and wouldn't exchanged them to what it is today.

Summer is almost coming to an end, and yet, I haven't had the chance to go on a summer outing or a relaxing out-of-town vacation. So, I'll just take this time to reminisce about the wonderful memories of summers past.

During my childhood years, my Auntie Juliet, my dad's younger sister, used to take me along with her whenever she had her vacation leave. Those were the days I cherished the most, visiting my dad's hometown where my late grandma lived. I was a little spoiled granddaughter, and whatever I wanted, I usually got with a grin. However, being in the province came with a quirky practice - I always held a garlic in my hand whenever we went out, especially at night, to ward off any "usog" or "bati" from unseen creatures. I was told I was "mabalbon" and prone to such things. The smell of garlic and my nervous, sweaty hands were not enough; we also had to chant "kayo-kayo" or "tabi-tabi po." Despite my fears, I truly loved the provincial life, so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. I would spend hours playing with the soil, attempting to plant leaves, and climbing my favorite chico tree. During my auntie's vacation leave, which usually coincided with their town's fiesta, I had the chance to stay up late, watching as she danced with random guys from the town or visiting guests. It was such a joyous and carefree time.

As I entered my teenage years, my dad often borrowed his boss's van or pick-up truck to take us to nearby provinces like Antipolo for a day of swimming. We would spend countless hours at the pool, from brunch time until late afternoon, completely absorbed in the fun. However, we were clueless about sunblock lotion back then, so we ended up with darker skin and sunburn from staying under the sun for so long. We were "jologs" at that time, but those memories are forever etched in my heart.

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