Night and Day are We

Day is forever dark and dreary

Night is ever warm and bright

As I bid you good morning

The moon winks good night.

Today marks something about number 3

ALL ABOUT YOU

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" I would answer all your wishes, if you ask me to..

..but if you deny me one of your..(chismis!), don't know what I'd do "

Unlike the previous years, hindi naman ako masyado na-pressure today on what to post. I actually have a lot in mind, i just consider THIS ONE very appealing to you ( not to me) kasi you are the type na "hoarder" when it comes to captured memories. 

Because today is " ALL ABOUT YOU" day. 

From my girls ( Eizel, Mommy, Ruth and ate Weng)

Madam

Na-touch ka na ba? Wait ka lang... there's more pa! 

From Jenna

From Janna

From Tamtam

 From your Poging poging inaanak (mana sayo na! )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANING!!!

No presents ( STILL :)) ) today, just DOWNPOUR OF PURE LOVE from us all ( camshy ang iba).

 Happy Birthday Bebe!!!

 ( Bawal daw ang sad, happy lang!) 

Labyu!!!

Qai 

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!

Sept 21, 2012

Pag naiisip ko ang friendster, napapangiti ako. Kasi dun nagsisimula ang pagsusukat ko sa dami natin napagdaanan sa buhay. :D Andiyan na dumaan si Multiply, Photobucket, Imeem, Meebo, MySpace, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Google+ at ngaun ay Instagram. Hindi man tayo naka sign up lahat sa mga yan, at least na-surpass natin ang tagal ng pamamayagpag nila. >:) Kung maaalala mo din nagsimula tayo sa YM version 3, ngaun may version 12 na yata at kung mag level up yan in the years to come, sana kayanin ng OS ko >:).  How time flies. Dati rati, N21 lang ang standard ng pagiging techy mo, hanggang sa naging Iphone 2g, 3g, 3gs, 4, 4s at kung magiging mabait ka kay kuya for sure magiging 5 yan. =)) Speaking of techy, kelangan na din ng kapalit ng Nikon mo, kelangan mo sumabay sa pag upgrade ng mga gadget para may pattern ako kung gaano na tayo katagal na naglolokohan. hahahaha!  which means isusurrender mo na din sya sken, anytime now. =))

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY bebegerl! Thank you for making it look like I take care of you when in fact you mostly do the caring and I do the taking.  :)) It gives me the sense of pride and belongingness. :) I know ngarag ka these days,  but do not forget to always have a "ME TIME" lalo na today when we recall how you burst out into the world. :) ILY to pieces. :)


-Qai

Monday mantra it is!

(mighty nephew of mine)

It is only through work and strife that either notion or individual moves on to greatness. The great man is always the man of mighty effort, and usually the man whom grinding need has trained to mighty effort.




#mondaymantraitis!

Hello goodbye!

I do not know if  I am going to cry.. but I know that if anybody speak to me or look at me too closely, the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'll cry for a week.

So here I rest my heart completely untouched.

       ( not me. But I can relate so much. )

:(

Such a lonely soul I am.

:(

An invite that made my day

This is something quick and short.

If you are familiar with "bahay tawa" when someone says " mababaw ang bahay tawa ko".  Then get this when I say " mababaw ang bahay saya ko ".

Like when a simple invite already made my day. :)

(I intentionally omit part of the names for privacy of the persons involved in this conversation.)

 Forgive the blogger, she can't help when she's excited. She gotta blog!!!

The RANT page

One of my favorite class in college which I never skipped and in fact, spared me from the insanely boring summer classes way back 2005; JOURNALISM.

Being that much fascinated by it, I gave up half of my allowance for a daily copy of the papers, be it Philippine Daily Inquirer, Manila Bulletin, or Philippine Star. Once a copy land on my hand, I instantly pin myself into the nearest chair and flip pages after pages. Even these days, I make it a point to pamper myself with a good read. But the glorious days of sparing some penny for a copy has ended as communication media blossomed on the www, making it easier for the netizens to get their daily dose of the current events. I mostly browse over opinion page. I find the columns there very appealing in the sense that the columnists were (for me) the replica of the brave heroes of the lost times. Valiant, Fearless, Bold, and Daring.

But how will I treat an article of this kind?

Those ugly murals under the edsa flyovers by Neal H. Cruz of inquirer.net.

Has the Opinion section of the broadsheets turned into a RANT page?

If that is so, I was not informed. I should have been informed!