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  • Living and Loving

    I have written this article a couple of years ago…
    With some re-touch, finally I can post it on my own site.

    ‘I felt I could die happily 13 years ago, hearing the
    confession of the guy who for months was the object of
    my affection. He was not the boy-next-door-type, he
    was never predictable, he was not ordinary… and our
    story neither was.

    I have loved him from the very moment I saw him came
    out of the fast-food chain that was our meeting place.
    He was wearing a red-colored shirt, and so was I.

    I thought I loved him more when all we did was spend
    our money, mostly his, and do everything together.

    I thought my love for him was far greater when all we
    had was each other and a couple of bucks in our
    pockets.

    I thought it was my heart’s peak when he looked at my
    eyes and told me that he’ll spend the rest of his life
    with me, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in
    health…

    I thought I’ll have enough of this love… but enough
    didn’t came. There was always growth, there was always
    more.

    More when I delivered our 7.8lbs son, more when he was
    operated because of his tumor (praying and thanking
    God that it was benign), more when our son is sick and
    nobody but ourselves could understand the worry and
    pain we feel, more when we learned that we were having
    another baby and lost it after few weeks, more when I gave
    birth again to another baby boy, more and more when we
    laugh ourselves out joking around, and a lot more each
    day when unknowingly we were getting strength from
    each other by just being together.

    I’m glad I didn’t die happily 13 years ago, I could
    not have experienced life.’

  • Paradise Island

    If I am going to write about the places I’ve been, I should have started blogging one to two years ago when I had my most number of travels. Thanks to my audit stints, I have been to different destinations in the Philippines (Wow Phils!). Anyway, I will try my best to remember the places I’ve enjoyed visiting, definitely not in my ‘katandaan’ moments aka memory gap.

    Let me start with Davao. Being the largest city in the Philippines, it hosts numerous tourist destinations namely the Philippine Eagle Center, Crocodile farm, Eden Nature park, Campo Agua… to name a few. But to complete the whole Davao experience, one would definitely aspire to have the time (and budget) to visit Pearl Farm Resort. It offers breath-taking views of Parola Warf, Ylang Ylang Spa, villas and suites. Unfortunately, every little detail counts (for cost).

    But do not fret, if what you are looking for is just pristine waters, powdery white sand and clean surroundings, Paradise Island is the place to be (not Cindys… haha!). Nestled on the quiet side of Samal Island, it is a mere 7-minute boat ride from the jump off point located near the old airport in the Lanang area. Imagine, you only need 70 pesos to get there (boat ride is 10 pesos and entrance 60). From a point of view of a beach lover, Paradise Island should definitely be on your check list.

  • HS Life at St. Ann Academy

    When I was in highschool, I – was chubby (what’s new?), had long curly hair and thick eyebrows, laughed boisterously, was in top 5 but not street smart… in short naïve (haha!)

    When we were in highshool, we – can’t wear colorful hairclips, headbands and socks, were required to wear gala uniform every first Friday mass, didn’t have JS prom, had so much rules to follow… in short boring.

    But then again when I look back, I realized that it was the happiest moment of my student life. (Let’s not talk about love life here… hahah). This school has molded a large percentage of who I am now, not to mention good friends I’ve met and still treasure. My good memories do not count so much on the perfect scores I had in number-related subjects (so much for memorizing!), the medals I’ve reaped, praises I’ve received, but more on the challenges I had, relationships gained and values learned.

    Sleeping on the floor with used cartolina as mat, whole class pretending to sleep when the teacher enters the room, greeting our teacher “Good Morning” following so-fa syllables, unstrapping the bra of a clueless classmate, putting face powder before the ‘most admired’ teacher comes in, imitating teachers and having programs during vacant period, singing ‘Weak’ and swaying with the tune – priceless!