No Strength without a Struggle

I feel I owe it to myself to write this down. Although I will never disclose the information here, I want to remember this weekend for what it was. I want to look back on this day years from now, realizing that I actually powered through and survived. This week, I learned what it truly... Continue Reading →

What I remember about May 22

Here's what I remember about May 22 (2008): I remember having breakfast at Mom & Tina's, C5 with The Breakfast Club (Missy, Naj, Yna, Kai and Corn) I remember Cy texting me to go to Eastwood. She was there with a certain "James". I remember getting free passes to Lea's concert (Thank you, Robbie Guevara.... Continue Reading →

25 and Up!

What is up with me? The water works have been insane. I’ve been choking back tears at random intervals. This is what happens to me when the walls are down. As I’ve been (for like the past 30 days)—I am weepy and vulnerable. Anyway, I’ve read a couple of magazines that do features on “A... Continue Reading →

Thank you nonetheless.

Dear God, My heart is broken and I don’t know where to start. Do I begin by asking Why? Do I end by saying Thank you? I have nothing more to offer, Lord, but a heart that’s been broken and tested time and again. I am drowning but I am fighting. I pray that as... Continue Reading →

I want more

March 5, 2013 6:15 pm   I imagine myself on that rock, fins splashing about as I sing my lungs/gills out to the tune of “Part of your world”. The mermaid metaphor’s overused but whatever, it’s the current emotion I’m "nursing" (if you can call it that). I’m not really down or depressed. I just feel... Continue Reading →

Eighteen (Too)

I finally found some photos of my eighteenth! I've gotten obsessed with saving photos since the death of multiply. Haha. I give you full permission to laugh/gawk at my nene, feeling model, I don't know what the hell I'm doing photos. April 2006.  Enjoy!

Eighteen

I'm still trying to look for the individual photos. All I have are these collages. Can I say NENE? I let out a major guffaw when I saw the photos. However disturbing, looking at the photos made me quite sentimental. It's been quite a journey. Mom, thank you... for doing what you do best, and... Continue Reading →

27

December 8, 1985 When I look at you two, I just think to myself, Why in the world wouldn't I want to be married? Why would I want to miss out on this?  On what could perhaps be, the world's biggest adventure. On what remains to be life & love's greatest institution. Marriage sure looks... Continue Reading →

Why I mourned Miss Saigon

"Gaga, umiyak ka nga??" my friend asked. Yes, I did. I mourned it. OA noh? But as in all failures or botched up dreams, you must mourn and then move on. In grief education, it’s also taught that acknowledging is the crucial, non-negotiable and necessary first step. Well, here I am proclaiming it—I wanted it. And I... Continue Reading →

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