Celebrating with the storm

There is a storm today in my hometown. Even though the rest of the country is experiencing heavy rainfall and gusty winds, still, my thoughts seemed to occupy with the warmth this kind of weather bestowed in the four corners of our home and how it tightened our family's bond over the years. Don't get me wrong here, I would not wish any kind of disaster would fall on my hometown. I just couldn't pay no heed to the very obvious divine intervention flashed before my very eyes amidst every storm WE braved together as family.

Typhoon had always been one with us in the celebration of few occasions in our life. My ate Arra's debut, even Kaye's and Arian's  weren't spared ( the cakes as well! ). Even in my parents wedding anniversaries and my siblings' birthdays, typhoon has always been our constant companion. And it wasn't bad. Not at all. We have something to celebrate after all. 

During BER months, when the transition of habagat to amihan is at extremes and when most typhoons cross over from east to west, was the perfect time for us to build Christmas Tree. It wasn't the traditional one. Sometimes it was made of plastic straws or wraps of various colors tied together on small branches of tress my mother had found from the wreck of the storm. Often we would cover the small branches with crepe paper and glued in cotton balls at the tips, making it look like frozen snow.

How can I possibly loathe the existence of typhoon when it overflowed me with best memories of my childhood? How can I hate it especially today, when my thoughts are there at home with my loves, CELEBRATING MY FATHER'S BIRTHDAY ( ang tapal king ng bubong namin pag may bagyo).

Birthday Boy!

Happy Birthday Tatay, we will still be braving so much more storms. The heavens poured out bountiful blessings for you today, catch as many as you can! We Love you!

Desperate

This is a desperate call. 

If you ain't giving me one, I'll be force to get one myself.   

Don't say I didn't warn you people. 

Shake it off

Gotta shake off the unnecessary loads. ( cellulite included   )
Gotta detach myself from the cruel work world.
Gotta sit here and watch Poseidon bow before a goddess.  

Oh yeah.  This is Olympus.

Hybernation period is over.

The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down. But a morning kicked in with great surprise and the pain that was long been there vanished in an instant.

Dahil kahit may 4 na, ikaw pa rin ang da best. At kahit 3 ka, ikaw pa rin ang number 1.

Life is all about ASS

Let's celebrate like you're 21!

Alam mo ba 2 years ago, muntik ko na makalimutan ang birthday mo? Salamat na lang sa friendster ( uso pa sya nun) notifications, hindi sya nakalimot. >:) Kaya isa sa mga naging new years resolution ko ay ilagay sa calendar ng phone ko lahat ng mga birthdays ng mahal ko sa buhay. It worked last year. Konting kalembang lang ng alarm sa umaga ng September 21, naalala ko na! No sweat. Hahaha! But fate played tricks on me, nasira ang phone. Digital na ang karma, ang bilis!

O baka naman magdamdam ka, mahahalata ang edad pag nagiging sensitive na. =)) Hindi ko naman nakalimutan, sadya lang mahina ako sa mga numero. Ilalakad ko sa senado na gawing letter ng alphabet ang mga dates ng birthday para hindi naman mahirapan yung utak ko. Pag nag overworked ito baka mag short circuit. Baka mag ala-LORELIE ako at maghanap ng "tunay na pag ibig" =))

Alam mo yung pressure sken pag birthday mo? ( as if naman gumagastos ako noh? haha) Alam ko kasi pipigain ko na naman yung utak ko sa pag sulat, mapantayan ko lang yung mga mala-encyclopedia mong nobela. Plus, baka ipa-translate pa ito ng nyowa mo, patay na ang maliligayang araw ko. Pero since birthday mo cge, i-translate natin. Since uso naman ngaun ang mga translator, (kay Shamcey, hindi. ) let's give way to Mr. google translate. :))

So pano? Birthday mo nga. I hope you appreciate the amount of thought I put into a decision not to get you a birthday gift. >:) And I won't change my mind. Hahaha!

Happy Birthday bebegerl!

Someone from across the pacific remembers your birthday without FB reminder.

LOL ( lots of love?)

♥qaiqai♥

Letters to Juliet

‎"What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it."

:)

Birthday GIRL-ie :)

Your birthday is a reminder how I was redeemed from an unbearably boring childhood without you coming out first. :) Life maybe tough now, but it couldn't get any toughiER for a toughIEST you... plus US your sidekicks.

We LOVE you dearly.

Happy Birthday everdearestbestcousinfriend! :)



"So WE walk under a bus, WE got hit by a train. Keep falling in love, which is kinda the same. WE've sunk out at the, crashed OUR car, got insane. And it felt so good, We wanna do it again. "

Close, Open, Happiness!

How my heart swelled with unfathomable elation just merely watching you. How your giggles brought my soul on euphoric heights and gradually snatched me out of this worried mind.

I skipped a lot of the "cuddling", swear I'd be missing more.

Sure you grow fast, but I love you dearly twice your size.

I can hear the bells

I can hear the bells

Today's just the start 'cause

I can hear the bells and,

Till death do us part and,

Even when we die we'll look down from up above

Remembering the night that we two fell in love,

We both will shed tear and

he'll whisper as we're reminiscin'

I am very fond of weddings, the traditional one. Given the fact that I was accustomed at a very young age ( hmm, 9yrs old?) to the family's bread and butter, Couture or in layman's term; DRESSMAKING. But before you get the wrong idea, it wasn't like high end ala Rajo Laurel fashion line, just right on the budget, everyone-can-afford type of dresses. I, particularly, eyed on wedding gowns my mother would delicately suture, probing each details, defining each line. Being that much acquainted with wedding gowns, never was I enthralled with the thought of donning one someday on " you-know-what ". Needless to say, I had enough of my dress-up days.

Now, what's the point of this blog?

Shoo the bugs away, I ain't gonna marry soon. But my alter-ego will in 2 years time. :) She just got engaged! And I can hear the bells, is that a crime?

That excitement as I watch how Nanay patch it all together. Hmm.

PRICELESS

That excitement...

.. the moment the plane lift its nose for takeoff;

the calmness when it finally settled on its required altitude,

“PRICELESS”.

I Will Still Love You

Talking 'bout how my thoughts run randoms over the things that matter most.

I WILL STILL LOVE YOU

Love 'em and leave 'em

Give them the air

Hurt and deceive them

Say you don't care

Break their hearts and let them fall

Like rain on your back stairs

Then call me up tomorrow

You know I'll still be there

When the moon disappears forever

And the sun shines electric blue

And the mountains and trees tumble into the sea

To rest there for eternity

No matter what you do

I will still love you

So if all your bridges go up in flames

And if all your lovers strike you too tame

Or some sad song of love you hear

Can make you call my name

I will be there in a minute

And you know I'll feel the same

When the moon disappears forever

And the sun shines electric blue

And the mountains and trees tumble into the sea

To rest there for eternity

No matter what you do

I will still love you

So the weary traveler

Tired of passing through

Stops to get his bearings

And stays on to wait for you

When the moon disappears forever

And the sun shines electric blue

And the mountains and trees tumble into the sea

To rest there for eternity

No matter what you do

I will still love you

I will still love you

Essay and How I passed grade school.

" What I want to be when I grow up? "- There at one corner of that four walled, well ventilated classroom, was this kid stuck in that question.

I was not a witty kid. I never excel in anything aside from " most sickly" neither received awards except " steroids sucker " (as what my doctor called me) for taking in 12 tablets of steroids a day, a maximum intake for a then 10 yr old me.

You can now visualize from that point how "school" treated me and vise versa.

Probably the most brutal part of it was taking the exams I literally didn't have the foggiest idea. Next best thing was failing. Ah. However, there was one subject I consistently and inexplicably passed with flying colors.

ENGLISH. naks!

You might get the wrong idea, I was not good in grammar or literature for that matter. I understood a few and the rest were pain in the head. You know the bonus part? Essay. Teehee. Thank God I mastered the art of blabbing in a ranting sort of way. :) And to whoever invented it, i can kiss your ass now fella. :))

After getting all soaked up with my own sweat, I started to write a sentence.

" When I grow up I want to be Happy. " All it took was a sentence and I was on my way to 10 points score for an excellent essay.

Well, that was history. =)) :))

Loveletter :) because it's a letter full of love. :)

Dear Tatay at Nanay,

Parang kailan lang kami ay mga uhugin pa. Mga musmos na ang tanging langit ay ang maglaro ng tumbang preso sa gabi, gumawa ng papel na manika, maghalu-haluan na ang yelo ay dinurog na piraso ng semento, gumawa ng langis sa mga pinigang dahon ng gumamela, magpalipad ng saranggola sa likod ng bahay, tumambling sa uhutan, mag-dive sa irrigation pagkatapos ng eskwela, umakyat sa puno ng may puno.. at marami pang iba. Mga bagay na inuulit ulit kong alalahanin habang ako’y malayo sa inyo. Mga bagay na nananatiling langit sa nahihinog ko nang utak.

Sinong makakapagsabi na noon kami ay gulping hahamit sa laugan? Na hindi mapatali ang mga paa namin pag nasa labas na lahat ang aming mga kalaro at kami na lang ang kulang para sa dampa-dampaan. “Maglinis ng bahay. Maghugas ng pinggan. Magwalis ng bunsuran.Punuin ng tubig ang banga. Pag natapos saka lamang maglalaro “ Duet pa mandin kayong dalawa sa litanyang yan araw araw. Swerte na pag natapos ng alas dyes. Pag inabot ng siesta, paktay na, isang pilit na tulugan naman. Sige ka, pag hindi natulog magiging utdo daw at hindi na malaki. Ay hanep! Sana ay uso na ang cherifer nun para hindi na kailangan matulog sa tanghali. Anung hapdi ng mga mata namin sa pagpikit na kunwari ay tulog para payagan na magtumbang preso pag papalubog na ang araw. Pag nakalusot naman at nadala sa pakiusap na maglaro kahit walang siesta, mamaya ay siguradong abot abot na ang sipol ni Tatay kasabay din nun ang naghahabulan naming mga paa pauwi sa bahay.

Lumaki kaming hubad ang pagkatao sa mga kritikong marahil ay naghihintay na kami ay magkamali o maligaw ng landas. Mga tao na handa kaming pukulin ng bato sa isang baluktot na gawi.Same people, same crowd, same critics.. mula noon hanggang ngayon.

The hardest, being your children, is to maintain the standards the society had set with us being the example. Sabi nga, one wrong move and you’re dead. Mahirap, in the sense na , kahit na pagkakamali na namin, these critics has a way to bounce back the negative comments sa inyo. That part was unbearably painful sa akin.. sa amin.. kasi alam namin na nasasaktan kayo. Our shortcomings are not yours. When we sin, that doesn’t make you a sinner. We’re no angels. We make mistakes once in while pero hindi po big sabihin nun ay hindi kayo naging mabuting magulang.

May nasulat akong essay nung 2nd year highschool ako.Ang pamagat ay “ What I Will Be 10 Years From Now”. Hirap na hirap ako maglatag ng mga ideya kong karera nuon.Una, malay ko bang mahirap pala kitain ang pera? Hinihingin ko lang nmn iyon sa inyo. Ikalawa, matagal pa yung 10 years, bakit po-problemahin ko agad yun? I’ll cross the bridge when I get there, sabi ng utak ko. I came up with a crappy essay with a sensible ending. Haha! Here to show off the last part :D

“ What I Will be 10 Years From Now”

I’m not really sure.Teacher. Nurse. Doctor. Writer. Musician. I can’t be just a bit of everything I want.I might change my mind every now and then and just be a simple house wife?But whatever and wherever life takes me 10 years from now, successful in my own field or not, I’m certain I’ll remain to be the loving daughter to my parents and loving sister to my siblings. Years won’t change a thing."

Mahirap i-criteria ang pagiging mabuting magulang dahil sabi nga nila, lahat ng magulang hangad ay mabuti lamang para sa kanilang anak. Things kinda get messy on this process, some kids aren’t that “accepting” while some parents keep on “insisting”. You know how it went after.

Isang bagay lang siguro. Pag malalaki na ang mga anak at nagkaron na ng sari-sariling buhay yet still at the end of the day, in the depths of their hearts, they wanna go home.

I do... with much anticipation.

With much longing,

Ur-super-daughter-wannabe ♥

"Gusto ko lang naman ng Mcdo fries eh." :)

Girl: "girlfriend mo na ba ako?"

Boy: "ayoko nga..di pa ako ready eh."

Girl: "ha?"

Boy: "demanding ang mga girlfriend.. gusto gan'to, gusto ganyan..ewan!"

Girl: "gusto ko lang naman ng Mcdo fries eh.. "

Boy: " talaga?! "

♥♥♥

I love how Mcdo ads got me happy cells population boost! Remember Gina and Lolo? little Frankie singing and her mega mom? and now the two kiddos...

I love how the ad showcase both the innocent and witty side of kids these days. I love how the lines were delivered, that certain struggle for words, the almost mumbling tone of the boy, both their acting were very raw yet very real. I love how it brought me down on memory lane.. those carefree days and me, a kid who just wants fries.

Mcdo's " LOVE KO 'TO " really has the kick.

and oh, for the single ladies out there, if you want a boyfriend, go crave for fries. Nothing else. >:)

It is best to hold hands and stick together.

:)

Do not burst my bubble

Alam mo yung feeling pag tino-torture ka ng sakit ng ngipin magdamag? then in the morning inom ka ng pain reliever? in less than 10 minutes ramdam mo na yung epekto ng gamot. And in that moment when the pain is gently subsiding, you feel HEAVEN. And you wanna hold onto it forever.

Much like LIFE and LOVE.

I, myself, had my fair share of "tootache". The worse if not the worst case I never imagined would happen to me. The Ms. Goody-two-shoes I am, who would envision me being dragged down in a mayhem by LOVE itself? I must have done terrible things in my past life to deserve such a "tootache". But then again, maybe not. Maybe that person, though a bit harsh and heartless, did something good in his lifetime to deserve me. >:) I'll take the latter. :))

Enough for the pause-rewind. Pain reliever had scoop me up from the turmoil and my heaven is currently at hand. Bliss defined.

Don't burst my bubble. :P