Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Do you have that one shirt you’ve been keeping for so long?
Monday, December 06, 2010
Christmas Wishlist
- Moleskine Planner
- Technomarine Women's 109004Cruise Mini Chronograph
- Looking For Alaska
- Fuji Instax Mini
- Reva Metallic Suede Ballet Flats
- Diamond Pearl earrings
- Cath Kidston Laptop Sleeves
- Tory Burch Ella Tote
- Cath Kidston Spray Flowers Mini Saddle Bag
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Carlo, mi love
Friday, November 19, 2010
Books Before Work LOLJK!
40 days 'til Christmas
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Daddy and Donuts
Our dearly departed
November 1 is like Christmas day in our family. It has been a tradition that we gather at the mausoleum to pay respect to our dearly departed. My lolo, two uncles and my pops rests their bodies here. Too bad, lola has not been here since my dad's funeral in September 13, 2009. She's 95 and kind of weak already that's why her doctor advised that she can't come over anymore. Anyway, we were there to prepare for everything that was needed for that day and yes, relatives from Manila came all the way to Laguna just to be in this affair.
P.S. Here's a photo of what Carlo did with his entire day at the cemetery.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Lola Ona
Sa tuwing naririnig ko ang mga samu’t-saring kuwento tungkol ke lola ay hindi ko maiwasang hindi mamangha. Ina siya na ginagawang araw ang gabi at gabi ang araw. Ganun-ganon na lamang ang walang humpay na pagmamahal at pag-aasikaso niya sa kanyang mga anak na pare-pareho namang lumaki na ang Diyos ang sandigan. Pinabilib niya ako kung paano niya napalaki nang maayos ang mga anak niya na nagtutulung-tulungan sa isa’t-isa sa abot ng kanilang makakaya. Madiwara man madalas ay nangangahulugan lamang na gusto nyang pulido at nasa ayos ang lahat.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Bus # 7
A few days after my 7th birthday, a 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck the country. I will never forget the horror of that day. I was inside the classroom when the shaking began. We were all crying, some of us praying out loud. I remember praying for Mommy or Daddy to come get me — even though I knew they were both at work.
And then came Lolo Boy.
He appeared like a hero, carrying me out just like a father would his frightened child. I felt safe. He rescued me.
Years passed. By Grade Five, I had to transfer to a new school service because we moved to a different neighborhood. In one school year, I jumped from one service to another, searching — hoping to feel the same comfort, the same safety I once had with Lolo Boy. But nothing compared to Bus #7.
Before high school, we said our goodbyes. That was the last time I saw him.
Fourteen years later, I still haven’t forgotten. The earthquake remains my most vivid memory of childhood — not just because of the fear, but because of the quiet hero who carried me through it. I told that story countless times to friends and relatives, and Lolo Boy was always the heart of it.
Just recently, I found his son, Alex, on Facebook. He told me they had moved to Las Vegas in 2002. When Alex told his dad about me, Lolo Boy remembered instantly. And guess what memory he shared? That very same day — July 16, 1990.
I realize now how much that moment shaped us both. It was more than an earthquake, it was the beginning of a bond that never really ended. Even after all this time.
Thank you, Lolo Boy. You’ll always be the hero I had as a child.
You are, and will always be, my earthquake hero.