I'm standing stranded on the same ground.

scribbles -- 12.20

In Facebook, a lot of friends has answered "100 truths about me" and tagged me so I can fill it out. It's a way of sharing details about yourself in a summarized form.
One truth about me is that I'm afraid of heights. I'm not sure if I can be categorized as altophobic. When I go to a theme park, I don't do Ferris Wheels but I rode on one roller coaster. I won't do it again, though. If you're in Cebu, you might have heard of Crown Regency's Edge Coaster. Everyone went gaga about it, tourists and natives alike. I was not one of them.
Let me share two experiences with overcoming my fear of heights.
My first out-of-the-country trip was to Kuala Lumpur last August. We went to Genting. If I were to describe the place, it was as cold as Baguio City (the coldest place in the Philippines that I've ever been to) and a big Enchanted Kingdom (famous theme park) city. First thing we did in Genting was ride their cable car. It is deemed as the South East Asia's longest cable car and maybe the world's fastest. At first, I had no idea the car would be suspended by a cable while it ran. Anyway, I rode it together with my bf and 2 friends. They were having fun taking photos. I was scared to death everytime I looked down. I thought I was gonna be sick, but my boyfriend helped me ease my fear. He held my hand and told me anything so I can forget I was 100-feet above the ground. Anyway, I survived but I won't do it again.
Earlier today, 6 of us went on a Bohol tour. It was jam-packed. We went to see the Blood Compact site, lit candles at the Baclayon Church, took pictures of the Chocolate hills, rode the all-terrain vehicle around the Choc hills, saw and touched the largest 23-meter python in the country (another fear of mine: snakes!) and went on the Loboc River Cruise. But one part of the tour that I wasn't very fond of, was the Hanging Bridge. I would never have treaded on it but again, Angelo, my bf held me and encouraged me on. Telling me that if we were to join the Amazing Race, it $1M would be our prize at the end. I was near tears when I realized I had to tread the bridge back to site where we started. But I finished the tread and I was happy I made it.
Probably other people would not be amazed that Angelo was there for me, helping me overcome my fear. But it still amazes me that he knows me, he knows how to work his magic with me. He wasn't the least impatient with me the whole time. If I were in his place, I would give up and leave. Haha. Might be too harsh, but I'm sure there would've been a fight. Well, I guess I'm just blessed he really loves me.

scribbles -- 12.5

I wish I was tall. If I would want to change something about me, it would be the height. But I was wondering why I still keep on wearing flat sandals or flip-flops which do not seem to flatter. I plan to start wearing heels more often so I can get used to them and also make me appear taller. This is gonna be one of new year's resolutions. Well, I'm just wondering why they call it that if it does not resolve anything in one's life simply because one doesn't even know how to implement it.

Today I was wearing 3-inch heels. And it was just after about full 10 hours of walking around in them did I realize that this was how those Chinese woman felt when they were trying to get Lotus Feet. Ugh.

Damning Silence

I know I haven't said a word last month, even though I promised myself that I would always post an entry at least every month. I can easily say I have been busy to find time to lie down (this is usually my lightbulb-moments position) and type away on the Acer laptop. But that would be wrong.

I'm not really sure why I haven't visited my dashboard for over 6 weeks. Anyway, I'm back! I promise I will write with vigor in the days to come. I even find it weird there has been almost no activity in my social networking life except of course twitter which is a daily habit. Haha! But silence is mostly due to the fact that I don't know what to write anymore. This may be a big no-no in the blogger rule book to admit in print, but it's true.

November had been a pretty crrazy. Crazy for different reasons. Let me list a few...

One. My boyfriend and I had been fighting alot, than usual. And it scares me sometimes.

Two. Work had been kinda demanding, even when the changes were months before. The tasks had increased and responsibilities were bigger. I'm not complaining because I'm happy despite the challenges.

Three. Family disputes is another source of stress. I can't say much of the details for it's easier to deny them when you don't talk about them. Thank God for friends who listen sincerely or at least seem to be.

Four. Budget and expenses don't add up. This may be normal for someone who isn't used to saving really, or hasn't learn the actual skill of saving money. I am an impulsive buyer but mostly I heart to eat. Most of the expenses goes to eating out. Because of this, there are some days I just want to pull my hair out in distress. If not for my love of vanity, I'd look like a mess, like I already don't! I know I may need help but I'm sure I can still change. I can learn to discipline. This can be my new year's resolution. Yey! I got one.

So anyway, I can blah-blah more but I'm running out of time. I have to leave now. But I will stay true to my promise to be more active in updating my blog starting today. As long as I have access to unlimited internet connection, that is.

This is not goodbye, just see you later!

chiclois♥

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i love him because even though he knows how to make me cry, he doesn't let me. i love him because he is not afraid to cry. i love him because he can incite anger from me yet he calms me down. i love him because when he gets mad at me, he doesn´t ignore me. i love him because he lets me in his secrets and we laugh about them. i love him because can make me smile at the littlest things. i love him because he knows me even when i doubt myself, he keeps me strong. i love him because i've become a better person with him, and still strive to be so. i love him because he makes me wanna see the future with him. i love him today and i´ll probably love him tomorrow still. i love him. he has shown life to me like no one ever did. he has taught me to love myself to be enough to love him back. he has given me courage to face each day knowing a wish has been whispered to keep me safe and happy.

♥ yabz ♥

Got Nothing To Do

I was getting bored and so I bloghopped. A lazy hobby of mine, this is becoming a favorite. Anyway, I came across this Trivia or whatever-you-call-this from Tsin.

Try it and you will see that it's funny, if you have the least bit of humor in you. Like I did! :) You may want to try your friends' names first. *wink

Anyway, a couple of weeks back, I made a photocopy of my hand on an all-in-one printer. Again I was bored. It was running out of black ink so it may have produced the one below using the 3 colors of ink.

scanned copy of the print

It's funny how it made me think about Titanic. Ha Ha Ha! I know it's weird. Well, I'm bored. That's why. Now then, let me get back to, uh, sleep...

swing me swing swing,

chiclois ♥

My Name is Gossip

I am more deadly than the screaming shell of the cannon.

I win without killing.

I tear down homes, break hearts, and wreck lives.

I travel on the wings of the wind.

No innocence is strong enough to intimidate me, no purity pure enough to daunt me.

I have no regard for truth, no respect for justice, no mercy for the defenseless.

My victims are as numerous as the sands of the sea and often as innocent.

I never forget and seldom forgive.

My name is Gossip.

~Morgan Blake~

This is the message I received last Sunday from James 1:19

My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.

I remember a story about anger. It's called Nails in the Fence.

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'

Nanay and Tatay, I am sorry.

I'm sorry for complaining so much before. I know you only want to give us, your children, the best in life that you could give. I'm sorry for ever belittling you or thinking . You both deserve only love and respect from me.

Friend, I am sorry.

I'm sorry for having lied to you. I'm sorry for backstabbing you. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you with spiteful words. You deserve better.

For everyone else, I AM SORRY for hurting you at all.

Please let this prayer be a reminder for me to always keep a tab on my tongue, keep it in check so I won't say a needless hurtful word to anyone. AMEN.

BANDSLAM

A friend shared a video of the trailer of the movie in Facebook. That’s when I first heard about it. Bandslam. My friend is a big fan of Vanessa Hudgens-Zac Efron love tandem. She is probably the BIGGEST fan I know of High School Musical, a series of movies showcasing Disney talents (which the love team were first introduced to the screen), that appealed the mainstream audience and it went hit.

Since Vanessa Hudgens starred in Bandslam, she’s just gotta watch it. It’s life or death.

Ultimately, the show hit town and she went crazy. My friend did. She decided both of us were gonna watch it and yeah, we did. Today, after a crazy day at the office, we watched or rather enjoyed the movie.

Bandslam talks about a teenager named Will who was an outcast in his school, like every protagonist probably started in every teen movie. Anyway, he and his mom had to move and so everything changed for him. Is it for the better? Well, I’m not gonna be a spoiler on this one. But personally, I think the movie is cool. It’s not like the other movies in the teen/chick-flick bunch that has a plot that’s SO predictable. Plus Vanessa Hudgens is not her usual high-spirited, bubbly, and outgoing self. She’s rather downplayed here, which is good for the movie. I still love her voice, I mean my friend did. Well, I guess you better check this video out in Facebook. Hit me!

It’s a smash between high school pains and passion for music and space for a lot of weirdness. A lot of songs especially those listened to by Will on his iPod and those that were actually sung by the band are great. Let’s go over a few songs by hitting on the Bandslam Official Site here and go over their soundtracks.

My favorite part was when Will showed to the class a video for his Human Studies project. But he has weird expression on his face especially every time he slightly bows his head, and raises his eyebrow with mouth slightly ajar, as if asking the big question, “Huh?!” which makes me raise my brow too. Sheesh.

My short personal review: I’d watch it again, though this time with my bowl of cheese popcorn and soda, in the comfort of own home. *dreamy smile*

Life is short, have fun and watch Bandslam! It’s showing in theaters near you.

I CAN´T GO ON, I´LL GO ON
I can’t watch the movie, I’ll watch the movie!
chiclois ♥

You're killing me, breaking me down

Move in a little closer

Take it to a whisper

Just a little louder

Say It Again. Marie Digby.

No other four-letter word in the dictionary is as talked about as any other. It may have different meanings for different people, although it stems from the same universal pool of emotions that we all draw from. Of all the aphorisms alluding to love, this one struck me most.

"We all want to be serious writers, pero ang totoo, we want to write the greatest love story of our lives, and ang pinakamimithi natin is, na maging totoo sana ito."

Ripped off from callboi

Now enough about that. Let me show you who inspires me these days.

Tristan Prettyman. When I end my day at the office usually at daybreak, I listen to her sing just to lighten my mood as I wrap up. Love love love! For sampling, click here!

Meiko. She may sound like Colbie Caillat or not, but whatever! She writes good songs that hooks me happy. I wanna feel how I wanna feel forever, I want you! If you're on myspace, hit me to listen to her!

Everyday I discover something new. Some days, I discover something that turn them into instant favorites.

Vincci. VNC shoes in the local market (Manila only) I first got hands on them in Malaysia. When I put them on my feet, they would not want to wear anything else anymore. Well, except Havaianas, of course. Haha! Those flip-flops are another story to tell. Anyway, I bought about 4 pairs and I feel as if they are not enough. Seriously. It's sad VNC is not available in Cebu, though. If it were, I'd be sure to have more photos to share. *wink

KFC Pasta Alfredo and Karamel Krunch. I know, I know! I have already blogged about Mr. Karamel Krunch before but I really loved it. My tastebuds have already known Ms. Pasta Alfredo since pasta was first introduced to KFC.

A lot of times, I bloghop and it's really fun. Sometimes, its more fun than writing an entry for your blog. hee hee! So these two new discoveries have a permanent place in my blog, Recharge! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Patty Laurel. She was an MTV VJ in 2003. Basing on one of her blog posts, she is a schoolteacher. She had been blogging for more than 4 years now. I read her blog when I'm bored and I need inspiration on what to post on my own blog. Reading her is fresh and I feel very grounded.

Callboi. Ryan Buquir. This blog is for those who are bored with constantly working graveyard shift, or for those who are happy and gay, and for everyone else who would like to have a hearty laugh. Warning: Some posts may be NSFW (Not Safe For Work) ;D

Sure to love you,

chiclois ♥

Nuggets of Wisdom

Some feel-good nuggets of wisdom a friend sent me in a text that I would like to share with all of you. Start each day reciting one nugget a day until all will become your mantra in life.

1. Be kind to yourself.
2. Looking good is feeling good inside.
3. You're not out to please everybody.
4. Expect little but do your best and dream BIG.
5. Smiling is healthy.
6. Laugh your heart out.
7. Live light & right and keep it simple.
8. Failure is a good starting point.
9. You are blessed, don't forget to say thanks. and most importantly...
10. GOD answers!

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It was already morning and I was in a hurry. My boyfriend, Angelo, called out to me. He was riding a golf cart to take him to the farthest hangar in the area. He is a pilot.

"I'm gonna fly out today. Will you come with me?"

Oh what sweet words! But...

"I can't. I'm already late... I have a patient I need to attend to right now." Adrenaline is pumping thru my veins, pushing me to pick up my speed.

Angelo tried to keep up with me.

"I really hope you can come with me..."

I smiled sadly and kissed him,

"Fly now and kiss me from the heavens. I love you."

He paused for awhile before going away on another direction. And I continued on my path to where my job is waiting. I couldn't abandon anyone, whatever the prize. I am after all, a surgeon, USAF surgeon. I turned left and then, I only saw darkness.

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Then, I slowly opened my eyes trying to get accustomed to the morning's brightness. I look around and I realized I'm still on my bed with pillows strewn all over the place. Gawd!

It was all just a dream.

still dreaming,

chiclois ♥ osedill

roses and lilies on the 8th

One by one, people gather round to offer her flowers.

Most of them were roses. Red, pink, yellow, white, and peach roses were all over the place.

There were lots of lilies too.

Some were carnations and daisies, they were all white and lovely.

The smell was heavenly.

I can still recall the feeling of joy that transcended upon me. It felt as if it were my birthday then. When I'm with her, I really feel blessed. Seeing all those roses and lilies around her gave me a feeling of contentment even if only for a while. Though I was standing for an hour to join the commemoration of her birthday, it didn't matter. I could never remember a time when I was so happy surrounded by so many flowers. Mind you, I'm never the type to enjoy being given flowers. I love to give flowers instead.

Because of the venue, I did not get the chance to take pictures and let you enjoy what my eyes feasted on. So I can only share what I'd hope to give her on that day.

a personal favorite: single white lily

Happy Birthday Mama Mary.

I love you

languor

Everyone told me this would happen: Looking at a blank period in your noise page.

You don't have anything interesting to post anymore or nothing juicy comes out of your mind that it worth mentioning. I don't blame anything. I don't blame anyone, not even myself for it will only be futile. Trying to force oneself to write an entry with a bare mind is like rubbing your hands to make them cold while you're out in the rain without any shelter.

Inspiration. Is this what I need? Where do I get this? I feel tired these days, as if the humdrum of everyday has caught up with me. All of my energy was used up during my birthday vacation in Malaysia. I haven't even written about it here, which I was really excited to do when I was still there but I didn't have the time to do. Now that I have the time, I can't seem to find the energy or the drive to inscribe a few words and photos for my 26th nativity.

And it's not only in blogging. Even at home, I procrastinate basic chores (to think that laundry is the only real chore I have left to do). I don't want to tell exactly how long I haven't done any household chore, always finding excuses not to do it. I noticed that I no longer run movie marathons, which I used to do at least once a month even during weekdays. I also need to start on exercising, but I keep putting it off. Though I know, this has been long overdue. I don't keep up with my friends that much, catching up is just leaving a comment on their status on Facebook. Boo.

Anyway, forgive me, I'm just rambling here. I'm not even sure why I bother to come up with reasons why. Let's just hope I go back to my usual self ASAP! I know you're looking forward to it o we can enjoy chiclois again.

incite my mind now!

chiclois ♥

My new love

I love coffee. I enjoy coffee. But to be clear I’m not really a coffee person like my boyfriend who used to drink about 4 or 5 cups or mugs a day, if you will, in the

office. One reason is caffeine makes me sleepy, which is unusual! But every time

I drink coffee, it never fails to make me fall asleep. Weird, I know...

So why do I love coffee? The bittersweet taste and the aroma can make anyone smile. Coffee can make me want to clap my hands like a little girl. NOTE: I always do this when I’m happy or excited.

My favorites are mocha frap at Starbucks and caramel ice-blended coffee at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. They really perk me up but only for a while before I start dozing off.

Then, of course, there’s ice cream. There are a lot of ice cream flavors and brands. I love Gelatissimo liquor chocolate but it won’t top my Cornetto coffee caramel. Anytime, I’d feel exhausted or just plain blah, I can go down to the nearest convenience store and eat Cornetto coffee caramel. Just bliss. Mmmm mm!

Now let me share with you my new love. It’s KFC krushers caramel crunch! A slash between coffee and ice cream, it made me fall in love all over again. Try it and you’ll taste a piece of heaven.

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When I got back to the office from leave to Kuala Lumpur, they surprised me with cake (a team tradition) and my very own tarpauline.

Thank you so much Dispatch team! You’re 8 reasons I get up everyday to work nights. J

“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to”

Goin' Home

Elvis Presley

Where the purple mountains reach up high

And look like they’re gonna touch the sky

Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years

Where the days are hot, the nights are cold

The desert sand looks just like gold

These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears

Home. We used to live in rented apartments back when we (my sister JM and I) were still growing up here in Cebu and I envy my classmates who have a home to call their own, at least their parents had. When I was almost 14, we moved to Dauin where my parents really are from. When my brother Brylle was old enough to be in school, all 3 of us siblings were enrolled in St Louis School - Don Bosco in Dumaguete as we settled in the ancestral house of my mother. When I got to college, I can't easily bring my friends who would want to come visit me at the house. For the basic reason, that it's not ours, and my aunt and her family also shares the house with us.

While growing up I had this deep wish was that if I had my own family, I'd make sure I have my own house I can call my own to provide my kids. I'm not sure if this is true until now. All the while I was also trying to break away from home, always hoping for the day to come when I will be working and living away from home.

That day came. And it happened almost 4 years ago. Now, I'm working in Cebu and I go home only once a month and usually not more than 2 days at the most. These are the days when I recharge. My father is the sweetest, he makes sure he picks me up from the terminal even if he's got a lot of things to do. I'm spoiled that way. heehee. But let me tell you, I miss those days when I was just living with my family instead of just visiting them once in a while.

Anyway, same dream I had back when I was still young has now been realized by my parents themselves. Last July 8, they moved to our new house in Ecoville Subdivision. It's a small house but big enough for 4 occupants: my parents, my brother and me. My sister and her family will be staying in the ancestral house. I also had the chance of staying there for a night last weekend. I was proud of my parents. (Wee! Can a child really say that about her parents?)

Well, someday, I will also have my own house too and I will not leave it anymore. ♥

Here are some snapshots from my mobile phone while the house was under construction.

I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it.

Meredith Grey

xo .lois.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

last sunday, i got a call from Gelou that a friend has passed on. i couldn't believe it. i just met Sue and 6 others last May 9 this year on a trip to Bais Sand Bar. i joined their trip and we all had fun despite the roads from Dumaguete to Bais being overhauled. though that was only 1 time and it was only a few hours, i knew Sue to be so vibrant and funny and kind. those who knew her could only say "sayang, she was still so young." i know it's always hard to let someone close to you go.

someone told me that people are hypocritical.

in offense, i asked "how can you say that?"

do you know how many people pray for you right now?

yeah. at least 2, i guess.

see? and if you're gone, everyone will pray for you. why not pray for you while you're still alive?

see, that made me silent. he has a good point. it may be harsh, but it's real and it happens to the best of us. we all have friends and loved ones, why don't we pray for their well being and wish them well while we still have time? yet we harbor grudge against them or put up our walls or masks to hide how we truly feel for them. isn't all that just wasting time and emotions? this is a lesson learned for me, or maybe i have learned this before but i forgot so i have to re-learn this.

i remember the email sent to me by a friend titled I wish you enough. read below...

Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.' They kissed and the daughter left.
The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" ."I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," he said. "When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'"
He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough, we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good- bye."

My message now is this. To you who have lost, remember it is not yours in the first place.
We can only pray that when our time comes, it will be easier for those who will lose us.

Goodbye Sue. Smile your radiant smile upon us.

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While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. ~Leonardo Da Vinci
It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death. ~Anaxandrides
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. ~Euripides
Where death has touched, will it ever be normal again? ~ chiclois
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xo .lois ♥

rain down on me

what an emotional week or so for me!


last week King of Pop MJ died, i never really knew him nor did i adore him like alot of his critics or fans. but for me, i almost cried coz i cannot believe a great talent like him has passed on. i was really looking forward to his comeback concert in London albeit his supposedly last one. now, there's nothing except tributes from the music industry or news on his huge $4M debt or the custody of his children and his burial. so long, Man in the Mirror. the world must let you go now... Requiem Eternam Michael Jackson.
previous Sunday, i watched Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen with joanna r and i really enjoyed it. the effects were really rad and Shia and Josh were oh-so hot and i love Optimus Prime since childhood. the plot moved me. why? coz i really thought Prime really died, for about 5 seconds. i realized of course, that the protagonist wouldn't die or it would've been all over the reviews. right? anyway, Sam saved him and all was well. the movie was really great except for the part when history was told by a Decepticon (i didn't figure out the name) when they were in Egyptian desert. it bored me. all in all, i wanna watch it again yet Transformers was still better.

yesterday, i had a heart-to-heart talk with my boyfriend thru chat and i just couldn't hold back the tears. no need for details here but good thing, no one discovered the tears. amidst the distance and the obvious challenges, i can now calm the fears in my heart with the confidence that we can rise up and be declared winners in the long run. long it may seem, i know it will come.


"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.”
by Comte DeBussy-Rabutin


just minutes ago, i was reading the Reader's Digest Asia June 2009 issue. so i started with My Story entry entitled "The Dior Kiss". it was about a mom that hardly shows any expression of love to her kids. i can totally relate for i was growing up with a bit difficult relationship with my mom. and she was no different from the mom described in the narrative. there were times that i remember when i try to cozy up with her while watching tv, she would brush me off saying that it's too warm; or that if i try to hold her hand while walking, she'd let go of it. but as i got older, i held on and i would notice she'd smile sometimes. she was probably a very strict and practical mom but she raised us up almost on her own for my father was out of the country most of the time working as a crew on an international ship.

looking back, i wouldn't have exchanged any of the experiences i had with my mom for i wouldn't be who i am if not for her. she only wanted what was best for us. that's it. so the story might have made some tears fall for i remembered what it felt like. but i'll always love her. and i know she us loves us even more. moms, they're like that you know?


so if it's gonna rain on me this week or any other week, i can face it with whole heart and to never back down on anything.



"if not a rainy day, a rainy heart."
-cheezenibbles





xo .lois.

if friends make me rich, i wouldn't have known poverty at all

X-Amount of Words
You're solar, bipolar
Panic disorder
Seems harder and harder and harder
Still you try to control it
by Blue October

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friends come and go. you meet new ones and keep them old.

some are remarkable. some are plain crazy!

you laugh or cry, they make you smile again.

chiclois

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~a tributum ut meus amicitia~

a tribute to my friends
we all got amazing friends. some more than the others, right?
let me share with you my friends who have inspired me alot these days and the reasons why.

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she loves music. she loves to belt our her fave songs. the DJ in the team, she plays the songs requested. she is also my biggest source of mp3s. she plays Thinking of You by Katy Perry at least once every day since she got back from leave -- May 25 right? she never misses a day.

tsin - radical blogger

she has gorgeous clothes, bags, shoes and knows how strut them. she has a big laugh and amazing smile. very talk-active and down to earth. everyone knows her as the girl who announced with a wave: "Hi! I'm famous." *wink*

julie - doña

she loves her cuppycake very much. she can be as cold as she was warm the next minute. a vagabond at heart, always looking for that something that will satisfy her mind. she eats her noodles without the soup.

lady di - gemini



she is the biggest fan of John West. she knows who's who in hollywood. she usually updates me celebrity news: she woke me up one morning to tell me that Jacko just died. she's on facebook, twitter, myspace, and everywhere else.

agnes - roommate


she is my biggest fan. haha! not really. she is a dear friend to me, not because she has been there when i need her. but because i want to be there for her when she does. she has crazy colored shoes. maybe i should get photos of them so i can post them. she challenges my sanity all the time.

helen - eternal poser


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"if friends make me rich, i wouldn't have known poverty at all."