Posts from the ‘life’ Category

i write……..

“You write. That’s the hard bit that nobody sees. You write on the good days and you write on the lousy days. Like a shark, you have to keep moving or you die.”

.Neil Gaiman.

Writing takes a lot from me. On some days, it’s a breeze to write, but there are more days when I have to bleed just to write. We’re not even talking about writing a novel, or a short story or what, but just a simple blog entry. I love to write, and I am thankful that somehow, I have that ability and desire to do so. Even if I have to bleed sometimes. I can’t have it all,but I have something. No, make that “I have a lot”.


Lovelier the 2nd time……..

My second tattoo, courtesy of Gene Testa

……..and twice as painful.

But in the end, it was all worth it.
Inked on 3 January 2010.
I love it.
Even if it was helluva painful.

And you get a free peek at my favorite pink lacy pannies!

Yesh, I got me a tramp stamp.


Who would’ve thought?

Love and XOXOXOXOXOXO this 2010

My New Year wishes and prayers are aptly articulated by Neil Gaiman, and like him, I love using it every year.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be,  be wise, and that you will always be kind.

-Neil Gaiman

A happy and blessed 2010 to all of us. The past year was a big challenge for most of us (a.k.a. it sucked royally), so I know 2010 will give us a respite from all the hardships and heartaches. Things can only get better.

the weekend that was

• my brother (the father-to-be) celebrated his birthday yesterday, and we had a nice lunch at Kamayan sa Palaisdaan. my sister-in-law’s family was also there, and i always enjoy their company.  a visit at this restaurant wouldn’t be complete without tilapia and crispy pata. ahhhh. great food, great company, good scenery, and the weather kinda cooperated. Happy birthday my dear brother!

• did my laundry, or just part of it. with the very fickle weather lately, it’s quite hard for our clothes to get sun-dried, so some of the “important apparel” (jeans, usual office clothes) get laundered by a wash-dry-fold laundry shop that we patronize. they do a great job washing our stuff, and the clothes smell soooo good! it also makes my room smell so nice, hahaha!

• had a massage at this “spa” that i frequent. i wouldn’t even call it a spa, because it’s very basic—nothing fancy or frilly, but the massage rocks! they specialize in thai massage, which tends to be on the hard side, which my achy back prefers. the place is clean, and comfortable enough for non-picky me. this is my “luxury”; something that i need when i need to pamper myself. i’ve been through a lot lately, and i believe i deserve this.  i expect to have a good night’s sleep, and a sore feeling tomorrow.

• since the “crisis” that happened over a month ago, i’m doing my best to live each day by and with faith. God listens. God provides. God takes care of things. God takes of us.

Have a good week ahead!

More graces

I’ve thought of 2009 as a year of trials more than anything. And then God turns things around in the most unexpected way.



That's my sis-in-law's pregnancy test result

I’m going to be an Auntie for the third time.

A gift of life for our family that has been orphaned six months ago.

After all the trials, things can only get better.

Thank you, Lord.




Weekends usually find me at home, just relaxing or sleeping to my heart’s content, or my brother and I would be in Makati for our newly-established “tradition” of going out of town. However, on the 27th of September, my brother had to work, and I had to go to a local high school to conduct a seminar-workshop (about campus journalism) at 9am. Sure, it had rained non-stop since Friday night, but our subdivision was still okay, and I was able to go to the school safely, albeit a bit wet. Going back home, however,  was a different matter.

I finished my part of the workshop at around 10:20, and by that time, it was raining not just cats and dogs, but probably the entire zoo, with matching strong winds. The teachers at the school were debating if they should postpone the workshop or not because of the inclement weather. Then, my colleagues who were scheduled that afternoon started sending me text messages that their homes were flooded, and the roads were already unpassable. In the end, the workshop for the afternoon was postponed.

It took me a while to get a jeepney, and when I got to our subdivision’s entrance, BY GOLLY GEE. The water was up to my knees (I’m around 5’2″), and I was wearing jeans. No other way but to wade through the water, and get myself a pedicab ride. My mind was thinking of all the microbes and other icky stuff, and the possibility of snakes in the water. Ugh. I had to rush home because I was so afraid that our house would get flooded, and I’d be all alone to deal with it.

Mah hood. Flooded. Courtesy of Ondoy a.k.a. Ketsuna

Mah hood. Flooded. Courtesy of Ondoy a.k.a. Ketsuna. Took this photo from our garage.

After a few hours, it still looked like this.

After a few hours, it still looked like this.

My Mother, in her infinite wisdom and great foresight, had our house built on higher ground. God bless her soul—she continues to save her family to this day. House was safe, no flood water came in, unlike that day in 2006 when Milenyo struck. All I had to deal with were some leaky parts of the roof, and closing too many windows so water won’t get in. Just had to do some mopping and “reinforcement” . Youngest bro was stranded in Manila, and had to spend the night at the office, which was so much better than getting stuck on the road, as NLEX and SLEX had been closed, and Pansol in Calamba was also unpassable.

So I spent the rainy night alone with the pets. We were dry and comfy and extremely thankful for that. The two brothers abroad were able to call/text me for updates and our status.  Big sighs of relief on their part. Our friends and relatives in Manila are also safe, so another reason to be thankful.

The Chancellor declared today a holiday, but our Dean went to the office to pack relief goods—wasn’t able to go and help because I got the text message late, and I had a matching headache. But I looked for some old clothes that I can donate—my brothers left some stuff which are still good, and I’ve my own stuff which can be still be of some use. I’ll just bring ’em to St. Therese, I’m sure they’re collecting relief goods.

From this tragedy, it is nice to see how (most) people are still good at the core. A lot of people are just grateful to have survived, and extend whatever they can to those who aren’t so fortunate. Like this one I got from

Caught on TV-

Man rescued in a rubber boat asked, “28 na ba ngayon?” (Is it the 28th today?)

Cameraman: “Opo, 28.” (Yes, it’s the 28th.)

Man somberly replied, “Birthday ko na pala.” (It’s already my birthday then.)

Rescuers who were paddling hard turned to him in surprise before slowly singing, “Happy birthday to you.”

Even in the midst of devastation, the Filipino spirit never ceases to acknowledge and celebrate the gift of life.

I wanna give that guy a birthday cake, and the rescuers a caseful of San Mig beer.

They say another typhoon is coming. Let’s be prepared this time. And let’s all PRAY. Please.

Not years, not tears.

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”

John Lennon

I turned a year older a few weeks ago. It was my first birthday without my Father around—still trying to grasp the fact that my brothers and I are orphans. Never mind that we are “old enough” already,  there’s still that part of you that gets lost forever when you lose your parent(s).

But then, I still have a lot to be thankful for. Sometimes I am surprised by how much grace God has given me and my brothers to get through the things we’ve gone through. And of course, now and more than ever, I love my brothers so much more.

30-something and loving it. Taken at Sulyap Cafe on my birthday. Photo by JHernandez.

30-something and loving it. Taken at Sulyap Cafe on my birthday. Photo by JHernandez.

Thank you Lord, for another year. Another year to be a better person, another year to do good in my life. The fact the I celebrated another year, is a blessing in itself.