On October 24, 2011, Arlington Memorial Chapels, Inc., was awarded by the National Funeral Director's Association, U.S.A. The company representatives accepted the 2 honors: The Pursuit of Excellence Award The Best of the Best Award (NFDA's National Convention was held in Chicago. My Dad, aunts, uncle and Arlington's Senior Funeral Director were all present to accept... Continue Reading →
You, Me and Year No. 3
DISCLAIMER: This is going to be one hell of a mushy blog entry. Since I've become quite notorious for being "Miss Mapride", let this blog entry serve as proof that I do have a heart. And that I, too, am capable of publicly displaying my affection. Ha-ha. 10-17-08 All too often, people are asked, "How do you... Continue Reading →
You win some, You lose some.
I love saying this. It feels good on the tongue, sounds rhythmic to the ears and over all, it makes a lot of sense. It's not one of those overly complicated or hardly-relatable quotes that you have to repeat a dozen times before the meaning shows actual meaning to you. It's universal, timely and most... Continue Reading →
Chronicles of Peter Pan: The Opening Week
It was a whirlwind of an opening, with a brief "rendezvous" at the Emergency Room, a perfect storm (courtesy of Pedring) and a few cuts here and there. Nevertheless, the opening week of Peter Pan was truly One Big Adventure. I'm so in love with the Peter Pan cast, it's gross. Ha-ha! I find myself... Continue Reading →
Chronicles of Peter Pan: A Glimpse of Neverland
Earlier today, it hit me that we only had 7 days until Peter Pan takes flight. Actually, make that 3, until we have an actual audience for the Meralco Preview. As in everything you work hard for (and in everything you can potentially fail at or *F up), you feel the jitters down your spine,... Continue Reading →
My baby’s grown up.
No, I do not have a love child. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Plus, the baby-crazy lady in me wouldn't really complain about that. In fact, I get giddy at the thought of it. Or not. Not ready. Maybe in a few years. Ha-ha. ANYWAY!!!! I'm talking about my not-so-baby sister, Bettina. A few... Continue Reading →
Waiting in the Wings: Part 2
Months ago, I wrote about the "emotional perils" of being in theater. I talked about how passionate I was about it and yet how excruciatingly exhausting it could be,waiting in the wings. You invest so much of yourself and your time and yet the show itself (or at least the scenes you're part of) can be... Continue Reading →
On Love and Labor
I must admit that over the past few weeks, a cloud of doubt and a hint of frustration hovered over what began as a purely positive thing. There were times when I wondered if putting up the playroom was sustainable---if I could sustain it for long, given the number of children we had coming day... Continue Reading →
A Play Room for Grieving Children
Since you bothered to even click and read this, THANK YOU! (",) I know that in the hustle and bustle of whatever it is you (or I) do, it becomes tempting to breeze through these things instead of really reading them from start to finish. However, because I will be asking you a huge favor,... Continue Reading →
Death becomes Her
Over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself saddled with sadness, and consumed by a fear of what should perhaps be an everyday thing for me already---death. I’ve been having difficulty functioning without paranoia overtaking me, without worrying about death’s all too sudden arrival, without secretly fearing each second that my own or someone else’s life... Continue Reading →