Bangkok on my mind ...

As I visited Chico Garcia's blog entry, it suddenly dawned on me that I am missing Bangkok.

Homesickness does not kick me as much whenever I get to be assigned there. It's probably because the people do not quite look different from the Filipinos. The weather could be one factor as well, as it's basically the same as what we have here in the Philippines. There are quite a number of Filipinos everywhere too. When the locals speak, that's when my bubble gets burst.

I am missing the humidity
I am missing the locals' smiles

I am missing working at Exchange Tower (here's us inside ET, with our team and Sir Tino)

 

I am missing Bangkok night lights

I am missing doing this crazy "photo shoots" ehehehe

 

I am missing the not too crowded moviehouse in Emporium and MBK, even on an opening night. Oopps! Sorry for the miplaced hand :)

 

I am missing the BTS (sobrang saya sumakay dito .. stress free)

I am missing attending mass at Holy Redeemer Church

 

I am missing our room in Chatra Court (no matter how often I say "Are there no other place to stay?") .. That's my reflection in the mirror as I took this photo

I am missing the taste and smell of Pad Thai
I am missing my almost daily walk along Sukhumvit road even at the wee hours of the night, without being scared that I might get robbed.

I am missing the regular sized coke that's as big as a super large drink in Wendy's
I am missing the 5-baht california maki being sold in front of Panthip
I am missing the late night drinking and videoke in Suan Lum Night market
I am missing the 85-baht eat all-you-can spots


haaaaayyy ... take me back please :)

Flavor of Life

Being away from home, I tend to look for something to do, to learn, just to prevent the homesickness to kick in. And thanks to Mareng Kezy and her much recommended Hanayori Dango (Japanese kick of the mangga), sleepless nights and dragging days pass smoothly.

Below is an English translation of HD Season 2's theme Flavor of Life, sang by Utada Hikaru.


♪When you say "Thank you" to me,
it somehow makes me feel a bit pained.
And after you say "Goodbye,"
that magic that I couldn't escape from is just a fleeting bitterness,
This is the flavour of life.
The flavour of life.♪

I dreamt of a harvest day,
and picking unripened fruit
In the space between "not quite lovers"
and "not quite friends."
And because I couldn't take that one last step forward,
You tell me it's frustrating, baby. ♪　

♪ Sweet empty invitations and dry, flavourless talk -
These sort of things won't ever interest me.
And when things don't go the way you wanted,
You don't just throw your life away.
When you suddenly ask me,
"What's wrong?"
I just say, "No, it's nothing."
And the way my smile disappears after you say "Goodbye,"
it isn't like me at all.
Somehow the more I want to believe in you, the more painful it becomes.
Rather than declaring "I am in love with you,"
wouldn't a simple "I love you" be more like you, after all?

The flavour of life.
The unexpected scent of the person
I'd just started to forget,
it brings to mind that time...
I want to honestly be happy,
more honest than the pure white of piled snow.
I don't want diamonds.
I'd rather have a softer, warmer future.
I'd rather spend as much time as I can with you.

I was Cook-ed!

I wasn't expecting to be all excited at the start of AI's Season 7 months ago. The last time I got so into following the competition was 5 seasons back, which was Clay Aiken's season. This time, it is my guilty pleasure to devote almost half of my Wednesdays and Thursdays (Philippine setting) checking out YouTube for the performances and results updates.

When the Top 24 was announced, I was so sad knowing Josiah Lemming wasn't able to make it. But then again, there were still my Top 4 - Michael Johns, Danny Noriega, Ramiel Malubay and David Archuleta. Yeap, no Cook in my list.

Danny didn't even reached top 12. Ramiel wasn't able to prove she was the powerhouse everyone thought she was during the audition. Michael was probably a victim of racism, being an Aussie, was not supported by the American voters (hmmm, same case with fellow Aussie Mig Ayesa, don't you think?). David reached finale, with another David. Ah-huh, David Cook. And everybody knows the bigger David gets to eat the cake in the end.

So, you Cook-addicts must be laughing at me right now, with your fingers pointing directly to my face my eyes almost crossed and chanting "Our David is the winner .. Our David is the winner.."

Alright! Point taken.

I didn't like David, though he sang a Bon Jovi song during auditions, not because he doesn't have the talent but because of that smug look on his face. But his Billy Jean version made me realize I can totally ignore the smugness and just take pleasure on his artistry. As David C filled us all with his personal take on each of his chosen songs, I can no longer deny that all along I was putting my bet on the wrong David.

Little Archuleta is talented as well, and I so wanted him to win because I feel he needs the title more than Cook does. Just look at Clay. But the public has spoken and he definitely embraced and owned that night - it's definitely the time for him to be more than a name or a face in the crowd ... c'mon sing with me now ... "... I know this is the time, this is the time of life ..."

When realization strikes ...

Some years ago, before I found the man I am happily married to now, I was on a different element. I would like to claim, forgive my being narcissistic, that I am a smooth operator. I get what I want - my time, my way. To say that I am slick is an understatement. I may not be the drop-dead gorgeous kinda gal, but I have my charms indeeed. And I know how to used it - back then.

Back then. Back then. Back then.

10 yrs into being married and with a kid, I kinda lost that "power". Not that I need it. I guess I just want to have my confidence back. I am not enjoying standing behind the curtain At least I want the power to stir something great.


Just ranting.

C'est la Vie

Do you see yourself luckywith all the things you've achieved
and the dreams you have realized?
Do you see each as your driving force;
The wind that takes you thus far?

There may be moments of gray clouds,
yet there are times of rainbows.
There are times of endless cries,
after which are days of joys.

Life you see, can be a deceitful lover
for it can send you to the bridge of insanity.
But then life can be your one true love
that can be the only reason of your existence.

Live life and die today!
Have no shadows of regrets.
Celebrate life with all its thorns,
Breathe life and turn your back on sorrows.

A Lullaby

I have written poems
'bout our fruits of love
But haven't penned one
'bout you and our life.
So here's one just for you
not just to say "I love you",
but to hail my admiration
and my undying appreciation.

We had a rocky start
and rocky our life's still.
But I never once felt
that you're loosing faith
that what we've started
is worth living for;
that what God has blessed us with
is enough to let us soar.
Sour into new heights
and defy all the odds,
we will in God's time.
With you I lay my heart
and our kids' life.

Other's may perceive our life differently
but both of us know the truth,
of how hard our road has been.
Hard, yes, but I see it as our destiny.
And I trust our Lord
that we will finally see the rainbow's end.
Our journey may have been bumpy,
but with you as my husband
and the kids as our joys,
life is LIFE!, love is LOVE!

I love you won't be enough,
without you, I dare not face life.
But I love you, I'll say true.
In love with you, I'll stay still.
Hon, you've been my pillar of strength
more than I have been for you.
I pray that we stay,
whatever comes our way.
I pray that we'll all be together
in all of our days.

Ang tao, habang tumatanda at nabubuksan ang isip sa samu't-saring kaalaman, nagbabago. Maaring maging mas mabuting nilalang o madala sa mabilis na daloy ng kawalang-patutunguhan.

Ang tao rin, habang nagiging maalam (pwede ring tingin nya lang maalam na sya), ay nagkakaroon ng pakiramdam na angat sya sa iba, na lagi syang tama. Na kung ano man ang binitawan nyang salita, itaga mo sa bato at maubos man ang buhok, paninindigan nya yun.

Napakadali sa isang tao ang mag-ari ng papuri at pagkilala na "Oo, tama ka.". Subalit napakahirap namang tanggapin, lalo na sa sarili, na "Punyeta, mali ako!"

Bakit nga ba? Kabawasan ba ng karangalan ang umako ng kamaliang ikaw naman talaga ang maygawa? Maayos ba ang isang bagay kung patuloy mong paninindigan ang isang maling desisyon dahil lang takot kang masabihang tanga? O katangahan nga ba ang magkamali?

Maraming pwedeng maging puno't dulo ng isang pagkakamali. Ngunit gano man ang gawing pagdepensa sa kung bakit ka naging mali, isa lang ang nanatiling katotohanan. Mali ka. Tanggapin na lang at magsuhestiyon kung pano mo itatama yun. Pano itatama ha, hindi kung pano mo isasalba ang sarili mo sa pagiging tanga (oo na, nde na katangahan ang magkamali. pero sa kawalan ng ibang termino, tanga lang talaga pwede ... ehehehehe). Yun, eh kung paniniwalaan ka pa - at yan ang mahirap.

Me mga araw pa naman na parang pinagbagsakan ka na ng mundo at parang lahat ng gawin mo ay palpak. At ang masaklap pa, ang pagtanggap ng kamalian ay parang paglunok ng pinakamapait na gamot na pwede mong matikman. Mahirap tanggapin pero alam mong dapat mo ng lagpasan. Be done and over with, ika nga. Tapos, nde pa agad mawawala sa panlasa mo ang pait at habang pilit mong winawaksi ang pait, para namang nanunudyo ang isip at paulit-ulit na maglalaro yung maling nagawa mo. Minsan pa, dala mo hanggang pag-idlip at magugulat ka na lang na pagkalipas ng panahon, nasa balikat mo pa pala. Ay saklap!

Ayus lang yun, part of growing up. Lahat naman nagkakamali, everybody goes thru a phase of stupidity. Charge it to experience na lang. Tawanan mo pag nababalikan, ngusuan mo lang yung mga nanunudyo, ismiran mo pag wala na sa hulog. Pero wag mo nang patulan, katangahan na naman yun. Ok, fine, mali lang pala.

Pero putsa, mahirap talagang tanggapin na mali ka ha! Whew! Pero oks lang. Ayl be payn!

CAMS .. Rants, rave and what's nots

I would like to thank the management for a raise we trully deserve, after having shoved to death's mouth (figuratively) and thrown in the wild. What? No raise still? So that was just a dream then .. Deym! Talk about life getting the best of you but not returning a bit of something to put you back at your feet.

I would still like to think of the increase. But for now, let me talk talk about ... our journey. This is also my homage to my colleagues - to those who have started this project, those who already left (gone mad at implementing the specs perhaps?), those who are still bravely standing, those whom I will held my hands up with when this project finally goes to production. Pals, my hats off to all of you.

CAMS is undeniably the hardest and biggest and weirdest project I have been involved with. Not only for the fact that our specs have gone from the size of a fly to a rhino. Added to that are the users who either do not think first before speaking, or just simply having their ego-trip. I am definitely wasted. Being very far from the comforts of home, thousand of miles away from the warmth of my family - I have been standing on the brink of loosing my wit. My body clock has definitely lost its mind. My lingo has become that of the jargons we have been hearing and reading since time immemorial. I have found new friends and have added new enemies in my hate-book. I can no longer feel the happiness on weekends and I have been missing my soft pillows. I have memorized almost all the songs in my PC.

Probably one of the few positive things that has happened to me was being aware of Augustana's music. Did I say they are ubah-hot and tremendously talented bunch? I just did!

To say that I feel like standing at the edge of a ravine is an understatement. The only tie that's keeping me at bay is the scent of my babies and my husband I so missed.

Alright, there was DreamWorld.. finally we were able to go there. Enjoyed the Snow Town, loved the Super Splash, lost my breath on Viking and Space Mountain, got comfy on the cable car. Wonderful. One of the few times I can say this.

I just wish my previous team members were with us.

To CAMS team, we have been on a bumpy ride, it's been exciting and challenging. I still have my positivity on my sleeves that we would soon ride that TG aircraft soon.

Cheers, life is still great.

Talk About Closure

I am 31 years old, mom of two and happily married. Inspite the ideal situation that I am in, I admit I have been hounded of my past. Not the dark, embarassing kind of "past". But the haunting feeling of a love lost, and a love that was never mine.

I confess that since college, I have been searching for these 2 "loves" that played a big part on my youmg, melodramatic life. I've asked common friends, called hotlines, searched the net .. say it, I've done it. What was I after for, you may ask. It's closure. Just like any other person who feels like there were still questions unanswered, feelings left or the denial of its non-existence.

And now, after 10 yrs I was able to look at the faces of these two great loves - at least that's what I thought of them years back. What I found out is that, there were questions no more and definitely the feelings were nil. And sadly, I had the realization that I spent precious years looking for the closure when I really don't need it.

Damn!

Now what? Freedom. Freedom from the haunting.. freedom from the past. Now I can say, I've moved on.

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my blog turned kaputz! .. let's see.

Second angel on the wing ...

After four years, our family is blessed with another child. Yes friends, I am 3 months on the way! And no matter how harder it is this time (the first was really a breeze), I am loving every minute of being pregnant!

Please pray for a safe pregnancy and delivery, normal and healthy baby (may it be a boy this time ;d) for me. I'll be counting on you.

The Tango of Music and Love

Mariah Carey, TLC, Ella Mae Sayson, Martin Nieverra and Kyla are just few who have been a part of my life. Not that I am friends with them (though I wish I am), their music are.

They were there when I was down the slope of love. They cheered me when I was high with the magic of it. They shed light to my doubts when I got trapped in the web of cupid’s spell. They stood by me when I thought love has lost its place in Webster. And just like what Bonnie Tyler famously said in her Billboard hit “Love songs won’t leave you, as lovers often do.”

Love and music is like Romeo and Juliet, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or Jennifer Lopez and Ben Afflect (before the break-up). Where goes love, so does music. Any milestone in a relationship is depicted perfectly in the tune currently playing on the radio. Every reason of happiness, anger, hurt or sadness is alleviated or heightened by a song. And when sung, the performer seems to convey all the emotions you have in your heart (though we sometimes wish their facial expressions would give justice to the song as well).

Music is lyrical poetry. While words help us paint the fantasy we all want to live in, music softly carries us there. And love – love is the fire that keeps us burning with faith that in the end, it (love) would conquer all.

While a song can be played all day and all night, it would mean nothing without anybody relating to it. And love (or hate) is just a feeling if there are no songs to help us get past through dreaming of love, falling for it, living in it, dying for it, and resurrected for it.

It just goes to show that one cannot survive without the other. And people cannot be in love without loving music. And succumbing to the power of love cannot happen without any melody to blow the wind.

Love and music is therefore everywhere. They’re there when a person comes to our lives and turns our fantasy to reality. They share our sleepless nights when sweet turned to sour and they stay until the storm quiets down. Then goes the cycle again.

“Here, there and everywhere..,” so The Beatles say. And we too shall remain.

A Rendezvous With An Old Love

I have almost forgotten how it was to be engulfed in a sudden rush of excitement. I have realized I almost allowed myself to forget the sleepless nights just thinking of how the day crazily went by. And I almost fooled myself, and maybe everyone, that I've became numb and deaf to the call of my first love. And I never expected myself, in such a long time, to set foot to that place that used to be my world.

The new face of Araneta Coliseum hasn't made as much impact as it gave me one hot October afternoon. I was to set foot to an old home. I was to say hello once again to the people I have spent so much good time with. And I was to see the game that has etched a great deal of memories in my life - basketball.

I, as a young kid, about 6 years old and a girl at that, used to be glued in the television with literally my whole clan, 3 times a week watching basketball. And since time immemorial, I have never supported any team other than Ginebra. They may have gone thru several name changing,  Ginebra or Gilbey's or Gordon Gins, they will always be Ginebra.

I used to think my fascination and support to the team was because my fave player of all time, Magic Man Dondon Ampalayo, was part of the team. But after he had a semi-hiatus and came back donning a new uniform, being Alaska, my heart was still with the Gins. Then I thought maybe it's because of Jaworksi. He, as everybody believes, is the heart and soul of Ginebra, if not the PBA itself. But Jawo retired from playing, became a senator but lo and behold, I am still on the Gin Kings' side.

I grew up looking at the faces of Jaworski, Dondon, the Loyzaga Brothers, Mamaril, Rudy Distrito, Leo Isaac among other Ginebra players. Then came new blood for my team in the name of Jayvee Gayoso, Marlou Aquino (now with SLR), Bal David (retired they say and has migrated in the States), Noli Locsin, Vince Hizon (where's he?). Also in the team was the low profile but ever dependable players as Benny Cheng, Pido Jarencio (retired?), Wilmer Ong. Several imports hold a special place in my heart for being such a wonderful help to my team - Michael Hacket, Billy Ray Bates, Chris King, Joe Ward.

2 years back, I somehow lost the interest. I felt there are other shows that could take my time other than PBA, and other games that I can enjoy doing like volleyball and badminton. I lost track of the new names in the league (though from time to time, I hear several names from my siblings who are still so much into it). My Ginebra wasn't the old Ginebra I fell in love with. It was the same feeling I had when Dondon officialy hanged his jersey up.

Until that sunday afternoon when my sister was able to drag me into seeing a game with my kid. I thought to myself "What the heck!". And so as I enter Araneta once again, savoring my every step on the stairs, seeing other people going from one gate to another looking for a good spot, entering the main door and seeing once again the arena where my idols have played, an old feeling creeped in my veins and started to fill me up.

I am here again. Loving being there. Enjoying every tick of the clock. Screaming to my heart's content until my voice became so hoarse. And looking around, for one minute, I kept quiet and just let myself drown in the deafening chants of the crowd saying "Ginebra! Ginebra! Ginebra".

As a closing note, I have established such a higher respect and faith to Erik Menk. He's one helluva player.

as the writing goes on ...

Writing has been, and will always be, my passion. Be it may for a life-long dream of commercial release  (re: hoping to be recognized and be published) or just a diary-like piece, I have always put so much of my heart in my writing that I hope people would feel the emotions that I have as my fingers caress my keyboard. I wish "my readers" would be in the same dimension I was in, as I allow my hands to type words popping in my mind.

Though I admit that I am not as eloquent as other writers (or bloggers) are, I make up for this "deficiency" by making my writing as vivid and imaginable as I can. I try to level up with what I presume to be  my intended readers' experience and interest. I write what I feel. What I write, I am.

I try to come up with a funny tale but I always end up on a serious note. I try to passionately write about someone I adore so much (as of this weiting, it would be MiG Ayesa and Clay Aiken) but they almost always go to my draft list. This happens when I feel I am not making any justice in revealing the depth of my appreciation.

As it is for others, blogging (or writing .. dang! they seem to be appearing along side each other too often!) is my way of releasing anger, pain, happiness, triumph, boredom, love, anticipation. Yeah, mostly about anything. They are mostly my private thoughts which I want to share (then makes them not private anymore, right?). What I haven't tried, but so anxious of doing, is to write about my fantasies - date, lines, movie scene, sex position, place to have sex, have sex with ... argh! Where did that come from?

Honestly speaking, I haven't ventured out to speaking anything about sex. My stories on sex are safely tucked in the deepest part of my brain. But I tell you, they are much eager to be unleashed as that lion that attacked Roy! But I am getting there *smirk.

This post is more of raving (and ranting on the side) of what I love doing and miss of doing more - writing.

I just hope many would be able to visit my blog and know me thru my writing.

Song of Longing

How can I cry when I should smile?
How can I ask for a hand when nobody's insight?
One can only think how hard it could be
to put up a front, and just let it be.

I wonder how, in cold lonely nights
can I last till dawn and still manage to laugh.

I often think how, in warm summer days
can I stand the longing of being away
from the one I treasure, I adore?

How then can I muster words of hope
when even my heart feels the fading faith?

Will tomorrow be better?
Will my faith bid it's adiue?
Or will my beaten heart clings for its last breath
and fight to start anew?

I wonder then, when the sun'll shine bright.
When even the moon'll shed me some light.
My heart longs for the warm nights
When I can lay my sleepy head by your side.

If I Knew Heaven

If I knew heaven 

I knew you must have come from there.

For you laughter is like a smooth wave of air 

sending my thoughts in a land far away. 

You are my sweet little angel 

who blossoms so quick yet so lovely. 

You are my guiding star 

whose light never falter, 

always in sight. 

And God has given you a beautiful name 

Mary Julliane, my own flesh.

If I knew heaven, 

I knew you are an angel. 

For your existence defined 

what I would become 

Each waking day,

each passing moment 

it seems that your charm 

never cease to draw a smile in my lips 

and give life to my breath. 

If I knew heaven 

I knew you are God's creation 

sent here on earth 

to guide me thru life's struggles, 

to lift me in my every fall, 

to bring smile when my eyes show sadness, 

to know Jesus' love is in abundance. 

The touch of your soft, little hands

brings youth and life in me. 

I dwell in bliss 

as you sing a song no better than anybody. 

I always long for your soothing voice, 

and your sweet, tender kisses. 

I knew how it feels to be in heaven 

when God blessed me with thee.

So Into MiG

I have a confession to make. I'd be thirty next year (shucks!) and a mother to a three-year old baby girl. I have thought that I've gone past the stage of going gaga over some celebrity. But lo and behold, I am at it again. I go crazy and helpless at the same time. And who is this beautiful stranger?

It's MiG Ayesa!

I have been struck by MiG-flu since day one of Rockstar InXs. And though I may not be able to brag the length of time that I've been addicted to MiG, I can probably be welcomed by other MiGsters as someone who holds him so dear in my heart.

I have compilations of MiG's performances in the contest, in video and audio format, have his face as my fone's wallpaper, even have his version "Baby I love Your Way" version as my ringtone. Am I an addict or what??!!

Plus, I admit that my guilty pleasure for months now is to surf the net for any news (old and new), blog posts, message board entries and pictures about him.

I would be soooo surprised to know anybody who haven't heard of him, or read about him! That'd be crazier :D. Anyhow, I'd be kind enough to give the links below for everyone to read more of this gorgeous (gees, those eyes could melt me) and truly-talented artist.

Rockstar InXs: MiG Profile
Mig Central
Mig Ayesa's Official Site
Team MiG

So, I am back to my teenage days, yes. The 13-yr old in me has taken over, when it comes to MiG, that is.

An Ode to My Old Friends

Last night on my way home, as Mother Nature showers her roots, faces of my friends back in highschool and college came to my mind. Right then our "history" again unfolded so fast that I felt dizzy for a while.

I am writing this piece as my homage to my closest girl friends whom, in their own little way, adds up to what I am today and where I am now. We may have parted ways but I know in our hearts, our friendship's flame still has its glow.

My highschool life, as Sharon Cuneta puts it in her song "how exciting kay saya!"

Rhea - The statuesque beauty, with an appealing smile. I heard you are in Dubai with your family. I always remember how you always give us warm accomodation in your home, especially during that "cinematic" scene involving me, our friend's ex, Amor and Bruce.

Laila - our math wizard. For me, your ample cheeks, bedimpled smile and beautiful eyes always make us look like "alalay" coz you're like a Mexican. Pero pag nagsalita ka na, lumalabas ang pagiging jologs .. which never cease to brighten our days.

Jocelyn - ang aming drama princess! .. I can still remember how Viv's always tease you about your lovelife and Ali. Sa bandang huli, kayo pa rin ang nagkatuluyan. I miss your kwento.

Vivian - the comedian, pero cute! Kung lumabas siguro si Ethel Booba nung time natin, pwede mo syang panisin sa pagiging kikay at prangka! Your laughter can always bring the house down!

Jack - our rocker, the fashionista! I love the way you wear your clothes, be it our school uniform or your old faded jeans. You've always been a fighter - of love, of friends, of family. Nice to see you in Friendster.

Then we all graduated. Muntik pa ngang hindi tayo maka-akyat ng stage because of that incident involving our male friends. Pero dahil sa inyo, the word "friendship" has its different meaning.

Tapos, college na. I was in a group called "Teenhearts". Baduy no? Pero hindi nung time namin. We're group of six females, and our codes were thirTEEN - nineTEEN, thus came the name. We used to sing on school programs. One male friend of ours, Emerson, calls us "Fixing A Broken Heart" girls, for it seem to be our national anthem back then. What made us six click is our love for love! I can vividly remember that during our 2nd to 4th year in college, we used to have our private afternoon sessions when we drown ourselves with Cali and cried a lot over the love of our lives. Funny, that as we progress with our studies, some of us successfully "graduated" from being head-over-heels with our boy toy.

Unsurprisingly, what I recall is that when we finished college, there were only two of us who still keep our hearts open to the same person we have loved since time immemorial. That was me and Medy. I knew though, that even if at that time some of us have learned to move on, their love for that person is still there.

Let me roll the names then ...

Herlyn - We call her Mommy-Hon. And her boyfriend Daddy-Hon. She's been our "mom" in school, with her soothing voice and calm demeanor.

Riza - our gorgeous mother superiora. She's our "manang". Not that she looks like one but because she always pray. If the prayers were for J or for our exams, only she could tell.

Anne - our sexy, chinky-eyed Ate. Next to Herlyn, she's our disciplinarian. We have been an extended family for her since we also spend many afternoons in their house. And her family had always been so gracious and accomodating. Right now, pareho na tayong mommy .. pareho pa pangalan ng baby natin!

Dalia - our fragile baby doll. She may not be the youngest pero we treat her as such. Sobra ding ma-inlove. Pang MMK ang buhay. Pero Dalz, saan ka man dinala ng tadhana mo (at sana mabasa mo to), miss na miss ka na namin! Next din to ke Riza sa pagiging madasalin. Sobrang bait!


Thet - ang aming bunso. Sa edad, si Thet ang bunso. Yung bahay nila sa Luzon, parang bahay na rin namin. Sobrang kikay pero mahiyain. Napaka-pasensyosa.

Gusto ko lang isama sa listahan si Kuya Ed. Kuya, nakaka-miss tumambay sa boarding house nyo. Sino na ba nakatuluyan mo? Nami-miss na rin kita. Kung alam ko lang na yun ang ang huling sem na i-stay mo sa EA, sana mas nag-spend pa kami na time with you.


Tapos na ang high school, tapos na rin sa college .. Yung iba nakapagtapos, nagta-trabaho. Yung iba, masaya na sa pagiging housewife. Pero ano mang buhay ang tinatahak namin, isa lang ang gusto kong sabihin "HINDING-HINDI KO KAYO MAKAKALIMUTAN."

Pero hindi pa to and ending .. me isa pa kong hindi nababanggit - si Grace.

Grace is the person anybody would want to be their bestfriend. Kahit napakalayo namin sa isa't-isa at madalang kaming mag-usap, sa puso ko, sya pa rin ang bestfriend ko. At kahit na ilang taon pa kaming hindi magkita, once nagtagpo ang aming landas, nandun pa rin ang pagiging magkaibigan namin. Marami na tayong pinagdaanan Gara. Alam ko, hanggang ngayon, sinusubok pa tayo ng panahon, lalo ka na. Pero you've been a survivor. KAYA MO YAN!

Minsan, magkikita ulit tayo. Magkakakwentuhan ng matagal. Sasariwain natin ang highschool, ang buhay pagkatapos nun, at ang buhay natin ngayon.

Sa inyong lahat na nabanggit ko, sana mabasa nyo to. At kung hindi man, sana dalhin ng hangin at makarating sa inyo.

The sun is warm, the grass is green ...

I was able to watch again the movie "The Next Karate Kid", featuring of course my fave Jap Mr. Miyagi, along with Hilary Swank (love her more in Boy's Don't Cry).

And there came the line "The sun is warm, the grass is green", which evidently is the title to this entry.

In situations like the one we are in right now - when cramming is such the word of the day, when schedule's all fuzzed out and became "indefinite", when pressure is the last feeling you swear you wouldn't want to have, and when you intently wish your family is here to cheer you up, Mr. Miyagi's line is the sweetest thought one could rely on to.

Breath in, breath out, much like saying the infamous line (again from Mr. Miyagi) "wax in, wax out". When said calmly (try, though could very hard I tell you!), everything seems to fall into its proper prospective. Your heart would beat normally, your aching back seems to be a bit better and you cannot stop your self from wearing a smile, with the hope that everything could be just fine.

And it does, indeed.

"Will You Marry Me?" (or Should I Marry You?")

It's not yet the marrying month (re:June) but allow me to create this entry, as my two-cents worth to those thinking of popping the question, to those hoping to be popped the question with, to those wishing the man to pop this question may arrive, and to those who simply get their selves contented with the "will you marry me" scenes in movies.

I am married, if you will ask, and a mom. And I tell you, being asked THE question is not how they usually put it in movies. But I guess the manner it is done does not matter more than thinking where this leads, or is it the right time, or is the person you're with is really the one.

Yeap, you thought right. Getting married can be one tough mystery to unravel. Very tricky actually. And confusing to say the least.

But what do we gain from getting married anyways? Besides the fact that you'll have to wake up each day of your remainining days seeing the same face (that's if you remain faithful), what's there to look forward to?

Last night, we watch "Shall We Dance" on DVD. And Bev (Susan Sarandon) answered her own question ".. what makes a person want to get settled?". She said "... it's having one person to bear witness to how you live your life".

It's having the one who will appreciate your good deeds, the one who will put you back on track when you get lost in your journey, the one who'll give you a silly smile when you try to be naughty, the one who will give you a shoulder to cry on, the one whom you'll see sitting alone in the corner of your room pondering on what lies ahead, the one who is going to risk and do anything just to be that person to cuddle you at night till you both fall asleep.

Remember the song "Grow Old With You?". That speaks the same thing.

Getting married is no simple game. It's a circus! It's a wild ride to the unknown. But having with you a person you know would make this ride a lot enjoyable is one great task to accomplish.

So I say, in getting married, it's not how you want to live your life, it's not how you want the house to be arranged, it's not how many children you want to have nor how rich you should become. It's making sure that you are getting married to the person who compliments you. When you got this right, then circus wouldn't be that bad.

Oh, how?! Listen to your heart (not your libido). It will not lead you astray. You'll have this certain feeling about a person that when all else fails, having her (him) is the greatest achievement you can be proud of.