To a Dad Like no Other...

I walked hand in hand with the best dad in whole wide world!

Stroll down with me through memory lane...

July 14, 1980 a baby girl was born...

A wide eyed mom at the age of 24 held her baby for the first time...

There at the door was her happy husband at the age of 27...

There were sleepless nights...

Long sighs...

and sweet butterfly kisses...

and lovely songs at night...

3 years after the tiny baby girl became a talkative toddler...

she talks...and after a few years she learned to walk...

but she cries more...and whenever she does her big strong dad was always there to stop her from crying...

in her eyes he became her hero...he became her shield...he became her protector...

33 years later...she smiles...for on that magnificent day she walked down the aisle with the best dad ever!

She's a lucky girl to have a dad who loves her, her mom and sister unconditionally...

Pa thank you so much for loving us...thank you for all the sacrifices...thank you for always being our role model...and best of all pa, thank you for always...always...always being there for all of us....

I love you Pa...Happy Father's Day!!!

It's a thing called US

 She smiles.... 

 He smiles... 

 She glances... 

 He glances...

 She grins...

 He grins back... 

 They held each other's arms... 

 And everything starts all over again..


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The Closure

After so many years of thinking about the what ifs, what should'ves and could'ves they meet again... He called her from his cellphone...She picked up on the other line...He asked, " Are you here? Where are you?" She grinned back..." I'm over here....we're here at the salon." she replied. He opened the door and their eyes met for the very fist time in so many years...They hugged and gave each other their short versions of "Hi there! And how are you's"... Time has changed but nothing really changed much about them...except for the fact that they're both 7 years older...and 7 years more mature... The day went on and they spent it with their wonderful friends... They didn't talk that much but they sat close together...Everything between them seemed to be so distant and so cold...The only thing that they could talk about was their jobs and the lives they both made for the past few years...then they smiled and simply sighed...The day had to end pretty soon...She looked at her finger and she remembered that somehow this maybe the final goodbye....
Once again they hugged...exchanged their lovely goodbyes...and this time they didn't have the guts to say their see you soons... Maybe it was indeed the final goodbye... :-)

Peace at Last

After her wedding day...She looked at him...
She smiled...and she thanked the Lord above for another new morning...
3 weeks of preparation...
3 weeks of not spending quality time with this wonderful man...
1 month of not being able to simply spend a whole day alone with him was something else
She thought...

But somehow that special day made her smile...
It made her realize that they were able to reunite a big family who were not able to see each other for years...they were able to rebuild bridges on that special day...they were able to breakdown walls
She smiled because she was able to feel that her world is at peace again...


In the midst of everything she was happy to find herself again...
She was able to simply say to her self that yes...she found her missing piece...

She almost forgot who she was...
She almost forgot how it felt to be home again...


Now she knows that somehow she is at peace again...
Now she can wake up every morning...
Knowing that somehow her world is at peace again...

The Empty Bed

During my rounds I am used to passing by his room first...I'd always say "Hi!", and asked, "How are you today sir?"...He'd always answer with wide awake eyes, " I'm ok!"... For months I've always been greeted with his wide awake eyes and with his soft toned voice that would let me feel that my 8 hour shift would be ok...At times he'd make me worry a lot because of hyperglycemia that even his insulin sliding scale could cover...At times we'd all worry because of his hypoglycemic state that even a glass of orange juice could not help... After 4 long months I'm used to seeing him ambulating with minimal support...Now his bed remains empty...

I remember trying to fight back the tears on that dreadful day...Receiving him unresponsive to any stimuli and in respiratory distress ... Making him feel comfortable in his last few minutes was even harder... Seeing him with dilated pupils, unappreciated vital signs, and unresponsive made me feel so helpless even more...and somehow made me feel that my best wasnt good enough....

His empty bed will be occupied soon...Maybe ... maybe just maybe this time I'll be able to see a gleeful smile...with a soft toned voice and a pair of wide awake eyes that would make me feel that it's finally time to say goodbye to the wonderful resident that left that special room... that brought tears to my eyes...But sure enough I'll never ever forget Mr. Nice and his EMPTY BED for a long long time...Sigh!

Double Date Night...

Sigh! It feels so great...We miss the double M&M friendship...We miss Mona and Melvin...and now we're taking it one day at a time...but I can assure you we're happy to meet M&E...it might not be the full power force M&M but we're happy to laugh the way we used to again...




It's been a while since my husband and I found a friendship where we can enjoy and share together. We've felt this way 3 years ago...I can still recall how happy we were to spend bangenge nights together just simply sitting side by side...eating...exchanging our very own life's stories and the like...





SSSSShhhhh...yup it's been awhile since we laughed like we did last night with wonderful friends...It's different when you share a common ground with your better half. It's nice having to share this kind of wonderful friendship with him...Sigh! I'm loving him more than ever!!!

Hi World!

Hi World today is a perfectly sunny day! Happy Friday!!!

The Unwanted Guest

Funny but I do have simple pet peeves....I haven't had any descent sleep since last Friday almost 2 weeks from today...I was sitting in front of the television and at the same time checking on my email for my job search, when suddenly a tiny black shadowy figure ran across the carpeted floor...I freaked out and shouted..."NY I THINK THERE'S A SENIORITA IN THE HOUSE!!!" He laughed and said..., maybe that's just your imagination.

2 weeks prior to this incident a nice neighbor from down stairs approached my husband and asked, " Are you having any mice problem in your apartment?". My husband politely answered, " No we're ok..." smiled and told me about their very brief conversation. My eyes opened wide, " If that is the case then we too can have a similar problem." I freaked out and cleaned the house as thoroughly as I can.

Well anyway...He just simply laughed at me and asked, " Where did you see it?", I simply answered; " from the kitchen floor to I think near our room!" He searched...and finally opened the water heater closet door...and there he was...as scared as I was. My husband freaked out! I asked him to get rid of it because sooner or later it might multiply into two, three, or even a dozen...and I'm really seriously afraid of it. He just said, " Calm down and we will call the management tomorrow.". "Tomorrow?!? We might not be able to know where we will find it tomorrow!?!" I immediately got in a sitting position with my feet off the floor on a kitchen chair! He tried covering the water heater closet door though...but I knew somehow that our unwanted visitor is more clever than that... Early the next morning we got up...I did everything the way I used to in the first hour of my day...and when my husband closed the front door I immediately went inside our room locked my self up for the whole day...I called the management and tried asking for assistance...They immediately sent someone to set-up some traps...but still I wasn't relieved...Then night came...my eyes were still wide opened. I don't know why but for some reasons I'm terribly afraid of senioritas inside the house....Dawn came and still I couldn't keep my eyes closed...and then the first sun rays came and still I couldn't keep my eyes shut...seeing me with my eye bags turning dark and swelling my husband hugged me and said, " Let's go out of town for the weekend and we'll try to sleep and relax." I thought it was so sweet of him to offer such a serene weekend but still I couldn't bring my face to exercise my zygomatic muscles, instead I simply sighed....

Two days after we were back in our apartment...I was pretty exhausted that all I wanted to do was get some sleep...July 4th...my eyes are again wide opened...as I was reaching out for my phone on my night stand table...there it was 4 tiny droppings that made me worry even more...This time I was sure that I wasn't alone inside our lonely room...It seemed as though I shared one whole day with my unwanted friend without even recognizing it 3 days ago!!! I tried checking the whole apartment and it was so disappointing to find out that the droppings were everywhere...This time I won't really be able to sleep...My husband seeing me like this accompanied me to the hardware store to find something that will help us bid farewell to our unwanted guest...

Day 4 passed by...and there he was lying in our kitchen floor...I shrieked at the top of my lungs when I saw it trying to catch it's few last breaths...I shouted even more when he tried to move...When I couldn't contain my self I ran to the administrator office, went instantly to see the manager and said, "Please help me...I found the mouse lying in our kitchen floor!!! I really don't know what to do..."..."Stay calm," she said. "I thought somebody was chasing you...you're still shaking honey." She dialed the number and called for somebody to assist me...and there I was almost relieved that our unwanted guest was already out of the apartment.

...now I'm suppose to be able to shut my eyes and enjoy the serene comforting ways of our little nests...but unfortunately our unwanted guest left me with uncertainty...I'm sorry little fellow...I didn't mean to hurt you...sigh!!!

FB Deactivated!!!

Deactivating my social network account had been very helpful for me for the past few weeks...I was able to somehow rearrange my mindset on things. :-)

I'm still clinging on the songs in my head and a few of my sentimental moments...but I suppose I'm getting there somehow...

Hi there!

Winter is almost over...I can see the flowers blooming again...The trees are almost showing of their magnificent green leaves...( almost)...I do love watching the flowers...and the green green grass...I just have to capture these lovely picture perfect moments one of these days and share it with you...

It's just one of the lovely days of March wherein I'm down with my new buddy Blossom...yes we're talking...we're talking...and we're sharing...and sharing...these few paragraphs with you...hope this new friendship will last for a very...very...very...very...very long time...Promise no heavy files on you this time...

Happy Thursday Night everyone! It's soooooooooo nicccceeeeee to be back! It feels so great to simply contemplate on things again! Life is indeed beautiful...specially so if you're given the time to simply click on your keyboard and share the little things that made you smile each day! God bless....

Winter...winter...Winter.... :-(

It's that crazy time of the year again where ths sky seemed to be weeping it's own heart out...The clouds are pretty heavy and low.....and there's not quite like it. The eerie feeling of winter is here again to make me feel so alone and cold....:-(

Darn! I used to love this part of the year! I used to dance with glee....I used to hum a happy song...I used to love watching the skies as if trying to wait for a wishing star to pass by...Now it's a another cold month...Another year is about to end...Another chapter is about to unfold...Help me Sunshine! Help me appreciate the wonder of this coming year...Save me from the loneliness...Save me from all these craziness...Save me from insanity....Save me from all this crappy none sense! Help me see me own little colorful world....

It's just one of those days I suppose...It's just one of those cloudy days again...Yes indeed...It's just one of those winter cold days...

sigh!

Miss Invisible

She's a girl who had it all; a warm family to come home to, lovely friends and a wonderful life outside their beautiful home and then everything just simply changed. She used to laughed like the way you do...She used to dance as cheerful as you...She used to sing as gleeful as you hum your sweet songs...but unfortunately now she laughs but nobody seems to care...She dances but nobody seems to notice...She sings but nobody seems to hear....and so she sighs! Now I must say she is a bit sad.

She can't write when she is happy. She writes when she's depressed. She longs for her family...for her lovely friends...she longs to be hugged. She longs to be really loved. She's missing so much from this beautiful life time...She finds it so hard to fit in...She's struggling yet she is endlessly being bullied. She appears to be so weak yet she is strong...and so the sad little soul stares at the window saying to herself that her time will soon come...and at that time she'll forget about this sad chapter of her life...She'll move on ... and this time she'll never allow anyone to hurt her again...

but for now she'll hide behind the mask of Miss Invisible...but this too shall pass...and yes she'll smile as sweet as you do...she'll dance cheerfully again and best of all she'll sing her song as marvelous as the angels do... :-D

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The Taxi Ride...

We have been walking for more than a mile now and so after a few more blocks we decided to call a taxi cab. I guess we had 3 to 5 attempts before somebody called us at the middle of the busy Folsom street...We raced through the open door and just when we were able to catch our breaths the red traffic light turned green..."Where to?", he asked...kuya replied, "Fisherman's Wharf"...

"it's a lovely day! Yesterday was very foggy...", he exclaimed with a grin..."oh really?" kuya said..."O yeah..I think today is a better day because you guys are here..."..we both smiled...and he replied, " you should come here more often..."we just simply laughed....kuya asked, " so how was your day?"...he just said, "business is ok...it's not great but it's ok...usually this is one of the busiest season here in Frisco...but unfortunately things are going slow"...kuya replied, " you should complain then..." The humble taxi driver just said, " I can't really complain because even if I do complain nobody will listen anyway..."

Those were the striking words that left me thinking on that particular day...Why do I always complain?I guess he's right...In my everyday life I do have tons of whining and complaining to do...and unfortunately nobody would bother to listen....hehehe....I think he is indeed right...I shouldn't complain...as a matter of fact I should start on being thankful for my everyday blessings...I'm so blessed to be given another day to start over...and I'm so blessed to be given another day to do something right...no more complaints...

Whenever I feel like whining...I'd remember the wise taxi driver who once said, " We can complain...but we should also bear in mind that nobody listens anyway..." :-D

Something to Remind me...

I just want to remind myself that....

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.-- unknown

Just love this quote...from Ratatouille

I love this quote and I just can't help myself from sharing it...

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations, the new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

A Glass Half Full

Just the other week I totally lost it...I couldn't find the right words to describe how I really felt. Sure enough I was really so blessed to have it all...But I keep on looking for more...I keep on telling myself that I'm lost and that there's more to this life than what I have...Unfortunately I guess I'm looking for something that isn't there...I guess I've been asking for too much...Finally I bumped my head really hard...and I just woke up from that hard blow...I'm back to ground zero but I'm extremely thankful to be blessed...

I was checking my mail and there he was...out of nowhere he popped out to say,"hi!"...I smiled and answered back, "hey!"...he sighed and whined..."same old thing I guess"..."not so happy again ey?!?" We were both unhappy...(again for the nth time)...and then he suggested, " why don't we both commit suicide?"...I laugh ( really hard)..."how?" I asked..." I don't want to jump from a building because I don't want to look ugly and devastated when I die...I want to look presentable for my family and friends..."...he just laughed over cyberspace...and then I broke down...and then I started talking about my frustrations in my life...somehow in that conversation I lost it...

... a week passed and I found myself driving with husband...and then I started whining..and then he finally asked me this simple question: "honey if I have a glass of water that is half empty and half full what do you see?" I just replied," it's half empty! There's so much space. There's a lot of room for improvement." " Wrong answer ny," he simply said," it's half full!" I rolled my eyes and for a moment I've been silent...Instead of arguing with him I pondered on what he just told me. The glass is indeed half full. Why in the world did I not get it?

...for the longest time I really haven't seen the world as I used to! I used to say there's something beautiful in everything...somehow along my journey I've learned to forget that...and the glass half full made me realized what I've lost along the way...and on that day I've been reminded that I am extremely blessed...and that I have so much to share...like a lost dog who have been bitten, and half dead...I too have a lot of stories to share about my magnificent journey...I too have been hurt along the way...but somehow, with a smile on my face I can say I finally found my way back home...

It's not always about the destination that counts but it's all about how you get there...In time I will get there but for now let me savor each minute as I wonder off through this great adventure that I have on hand...

...life indeed is like a glass of water...sometimes it's empty...often times it's half full, but nevertheless it's always full and overflowing...

A Lonely Day Indeed

I've been very addicted to several reruns on tv lately...and I can't help but grin whenever my favorite sitcom is on...I love the golden ladies so much...and who would ever forget about the 7th-heaven show...cheers would keep me laughing all afternoon...and of course...later in the afternoon who would stop me from turning the tv on just to watch friends...later in the evening I can't help myself from watching sex and the city over and over again...

Sigh! ...and I wonder...why can't life be a simple rerun...Why can't we all have our happy endings? Don't get me wrong...I'm not complaining...but I too would love to have a good laugh with a friend while sitting in a coffee shop complaining about the crazy what if's, what couldve's and shoudlve's in this life time...I would love to grow old with some wonderful ladies around me...wherein our gray hair would show-off the extraordinary life that we all have together...

Maybe I simply thirst for long lasting friendship...I do have a lot of good friends around me though that I extremely love...but somehow...I would love to have somebody to talk with...to hold their hand whenever they need me...Somebody to say that I'm not always wrong...

Maybe I'm just having too much of these reruns...hahaha....Why can't we all have a simple script that we could memorize and in the end....Why can't we all have a good laugh and of course the happy ending gesture GROUP HUG....

Sigh!!! Oh it's just one of those days where I'd love to hear the song, " where everybody knows your name...."

It's just a lonely day...Yup...It's just one of those lonely days...

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The 10 Wacky Days of August

They were all strangers packed in one room...Others tried to smile...Others would simply throw some "shy glances" to someone close by...Others would simply sit quietly looking at their notes...Our first day was one heck of a day...Some came from their nock shift duties...Others were really exhausted from driving for almost 2 hours just to get here...

As the days passed by we became comfortable with our "new" place...Shy smiles turned into wacky jokes and loud laughters....Shy glances turned into sharing of mouthwatering snacks and lunch...Sitting quietly all alone turned into sitting next together with somebody sharing personal informations...exchanging cellphone numbers...friendster and facebook usernames and of course the ever so popular yahoo messenger addresses...

10 days passed by so quickly...It ended so soon...I'll miss getting up early in the morning to catch up Dr. Martin's class...I'll miss having a hard time finding a perfect parking spot...I'll miss sitting next to the wacky Mrs. Friendship Manay Gina...I miss Manay Dina's mouthwatering meals...I miss the fun filled laughter that I and Manay Cherry would share each day...I miss the shy glances given to me by Blessy...I'll miss the "loud voices" of Kuya Joseph, Kuya Ronald and Joy...I miss the friendly gestures of Estella....The funny but cute jokes of Lyndon...and I can go on and on...but of course what I'll miss best are the inspiring words that Dr. Martin would always give us at the end of every lecture...sigh!?!I'll miss the 10 wacky days of August...I've survived it but the great challenge is still yet to come....Wish me luck...