Tuesday, November 20, 2012
50 Shades of Blue
7.7.12
It was a Saturday full of love and happy memories. The day was sparkling with colorful shades of blue as Kit and I shared this beautiful moment of our life together with our family, friends and relatives. Here are some of the special things that made our royal blue wedding an affair to remember:
- The wedding motif was royal blue
- Blue passport wedding invitation
- Boarding pass invitation in shades of pink and blue
- Blue suede pumps as my wedding shoes
- My bouquet of blue and white flowers
- Bridesmaids who looked so pretty in their blue dresses and matching blue clutch
bags with beads by Florence
- The Psalm Reading was beautifully sang by Jenny.
- Fr. Chris gave us the a very touching homily of love.
- A cake with a replica of us as a topper
- Top of the Apo was elegantly decorated by Florence
- A Polynesian Dance number by Lanriel
- Beautiful Love Songs in the air by Ate Rhodora, Jenny and Jun and Doc Del.
- The food was superb.
- The outpouring of love and best wishes was overwhelming.
Friday, April 13, 2012
behind the shadows
It was the one of the worst nights of my life. I have fought the battle but I lost.
I have seen it coming. I knew all along last January that this will never work out well. There was something wrong with how I conducted it. I have given up and even planned to pursue the study in June. But I never listened to myself and instead went on because others were doing it and because others were expecting me to make it.
I should have listened to myself more. I should have listened to the signs.
Now, facing reality that I failed was so painful. The pain was excruciating and it was tormenting me like hell. I thought it was okay when they gave me the decision. They even appreciated me that I was so accepting about it and remained very positive. I thought it would be okay but something is telling me inside that it is NOT okay.
I went home defeated, heartbroken and sad. I was like a contestant in a game show who didn't get the 1 million pesos because she has chosen the wrong box so she went home empty handed. My family comforted me and they still believe I can do it better next semester. My brother jokingly told me I was not yet ready to become a "master" and asked if I already have my summer pay so we can buy that Selecta Overload ice cream we were craving for and a box of pizza. That's the prize of being comforted by a younger brother.
I was crying the whole night...crying so hard that I was gasping for air, unable to breath between heavy sobs. I thought the crying would go on forever but it was the long distance call from a very good friend, ate chin which brought me back to my senses. Her words consoled my broken heart like a lullaby to a crying baby.
She told me that the Thesis is NOT my everything. God has a special reason why He allowed me to experience this failure. I may not be able to grasp it at this moment but she said, the special reason will just come in due time. God has something in store for me and the realization will just come in later.
The sobs died a natural death after that call. I was so tired from crying that I fell asleep. I woke up feeling better...my eyes are heavy but still I feel good. I was inspired by the text message of my ninang-to-be ate Narlina that I should have MD (marriage degree) first before MAED :)She told me that sometimes we need to taste some bitterness in life in order to taste better the sweetness in store for us.
God is always behind my shadows.Unseen but always there. No matter how much pain life brings, there is always God who will ease the hurt away. He never abandons a defeated child. He will never.
Today is a brand new day. I see my failure now as a blessing. There's no space for regrets because I know deep within me that I did my best. My best was not just good enough. I still have the second chance to redeem myself this June. The panelists did not give up on me. They were hopeful and believed I can do the experiment again.
This summer, it is time to focus myself on my upcoming wedding. The sweetness will come my way. I may not have the masteral degree, but I have the love of my family and friends. I may not have the nod of my panelists last night but I have the unconditional love of Kit who told me not to give up and lose hope.
I have seen it coming. I knew all along last January that this will never work out well. There was something wrong with how I conducted it. I have given up and even planned to pursue the study in June. But I never listened to myself and instead went on because others were doing it and because others were expecting me to make it.
I should have listened to myself more. I should have listened to the signs.
Now, facing reality that I failed was so painful. The pain was excruciating and it was tormenting me like hell. I thought it was okay when they gave me the decision. They even appreciated me that I was so accepting about it and remained very positive. I thought it would be okay but something is telling me inside that it is NOT okay.
I went home defeated, heartbroken and sad. I was like a contestant in a game show who didn't get the 1 million pesos because she has chosen the wrong box so she went home empty handed. My family comforted me and they still believe I can do it better next semester. My brother jokingly told me I was not yet ready to become a "master" and asked if I already have my summer pay so we can buy that Selecta Overload ice cream we were craving for and a box of pizza. That's the prize of being comforted by a younger brother.
I was crying the whole night...crying so hard that I was gasping for air, unable to breath between heavy sobs. I thought the crying would go on forever but it was the long distance call from a very good friend, ate chin which brought me back to my senses. Her words consoled my broken heart like a lullaby to a crying baby.
She told me that the Thesis is NOT my everything. God has a special reason why He allowed me to experience this failure. I may not be able to grasp it at this moment but she said, the special reason will just come in due time. God has something in store for me and the realization will just come in later.
The sobs died a natural death after that call. I was so tired from crying that I fell asleep. I woke up feeling better...my eyes are heavy but still I feel good. I was inspired by the text message of my ninang-to-be ate Narlina that I should have MD (marriage degree) first before MAED :)She told me that sometimes we need to taste some bitterness in life in order to taste better the sweetness in store for us.
God is always behind my shadows.Unseen but always there. No matter how much pain life brings, there is always God who will ease the hurt away. He never abandons a defeated child. He will never.
Today is a brand new day. I see my failure now as a blessing. There's no space for regrets because I know deep within me that I did my best. My best was not just good enough. I still have the second chance to redeem myself this June. The panelists did not give up on me. They were hopeful and believed I can do the experiment again.
This summer, it is time to focus myself on my upcoming wedding. The sweetness will come my way. I may not have the masteral degree, but I have the love of my family and friends. I may not have the nod of my panelists last night but I have the unconditional love of Kit who told me not to give up and lose hope.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Davao's Magic
Thursday afternoon on my way home from work, I was waiting for my usual jeepney ride when out of the blue, something was pushing me to stop the waiting and start walking. It seemed like a bolt of lighting has ignited my legs to move forward and stroll along Ponciano Reyes Street. In the middle of a Davao rush hour, I was strutting in my blue flats unmindful of the heavy noise of jeepneys and busy commuters. The stretch brought me to Palma Gil Street where I made a stop at Romy's Shoe Repair Shop near the Royal Mandaya Hotel.
Manong Romy is my all time favorite shoe repair man. I have known him since I was in my elementary years--- the go-to-guy whenever we had shoe problems, from a simple flaw to a deep shoe predicament, name it and he can fix them all. A short chat with him made me nostalgic and memories of the past kept flooding in my mind. With a sentimental smile on my face, I was standing on the sidewalk near Manong Romy right where my childhood is--- its fondest and bitter memories have shaped me as a person.
I was born and raised in Davao. I was and will always be a city girl. The busy streets of Ponciano, Palma Gil, Bolton, Claveria and Ilustre were my playgrounds when I was a kid. I know by heart every nook and niche of the downtown area and where secret hideaways are kept. The chattering sounds of college students of UM, the hoarse voice of vendors selling balut or puto and the irritating honks of jeepneys were like songs in my music playlist. The smell of freshly baked bread of Diaz Bakery and the aroma of grilled pork barbeque from the stalls in Claveria were the everyday scents that I was immune to. The movie posters in Lawaan and Odeon Theatres, the Tagalog Komiks sold along the sidewalks and the espradille shoes displayed in Aldevinco were the things I craved for as a young girl.
As I was taking a walk (literally) down memory lane, a sense of sentimentality brought me to tears. Davao has changed so much over the years. What used to be a less popular city of worn out infrastructure and backward civilization, Davao City has become progressive and modernized. Traversing the streets of downtown Davao, I glimpsed at the many faces of Davao's structure and flavors -- some have been gone and replaced, others were renovated and refurbished and few have remained.
The old PTA grounds where the usual carnival and athletic competitions were held is gone but is replaced with the city's number one tourist attraction, the People's Park. The once famed Gaisano Center had closed but now, modern and sleek malls are sprouting in the city like mushrooms. Non-air taxis are now substituted with airconditioned ones while AC jeepneys have become fewer when the Multicabs took over the roads.
Despite all these changes, a few of city's memories have remained, standing still and keeping the city's past alive. The old city hall continues to be a formidable stronghold of the city's leadership. The San Pedro Cathedral and its bell tower have been the landmarks of Davao's faith and where strength is drawn after all the downfalls the city has faced from the past. The city streets are all the same but made spunkier with taller buildings with modern architecture. The well known Merco chain is still alive, its prominence has never faded amidst the surge of stylish restaurants and coffee shops all around the city.
Beyond the repainted walls and the addition of tourists attractions and buildings, Davao has remained the city I grew up loving for over the years. It has the same flavor but with different twists. It has the same color but with an array of shades and accents. Davao will always be Davao because of one magic---- its people.
Davao city's magic is in its people--the warm and friendly Davaoeños from all walks of life whether born and raised here or migrated due to certain circumstances. The city's power and enigma lies in its diversity-- from Christians, Muslims and Lumads living together as one family. Davao's treasure is its people with "durianity" in their blood and "duterteism" in their hearts. A Davaoeño will always have that fighting spirit as strong as the durian smell and a heart that is sweet and creamy as its taste. The people have withstood all storms in the past--insurgencies, threat to security and safety and even challenges in leadership but Davaoenos will always have the heart of gold. Davaoeños possess the Duterte fire in their hearts-- tough, bold and never giving up but with genuine kindness that is unquestionable and the love for the common good always prevails.
Davao is like a pair of good old shoes. It may have been tested by times, challenged by any weather condition, faced with breaks and damages but there will be a Manong Romy who will constantly revive its power and beauty. Davao will always have the Davaoeños, the Manong Romys who will unceasingly fight for their beloved city, to keep the laid back feel in modernity alive and to restore its splendor and repair damages after every fall.
I will soon be marrying a Cebuano who loves Davao as much as I do. Even though this marriage will require me to relocate to his hometown as we start our life together, Davao will always be my home. My love for this city will never fade because it is where my heart is. My physical body will be away from time to time but my heart will stay in its little street corners. I will always be coming back home to Davao because truly LIFE IS HERE.
Manong Romy is my all time favorite shoe repair man. I have known him since I was in my elementary years--- the go-to-guy whenever we had shoe problems, from a simple flaw to a deep shoe predicament, name it and he can fix them all. A short chat with him made me nostalgic and memories of the past kept flooding in my mind. With a sentimental smile on my face, I was standing on the sidewalk near Manong Romy right where my childhood is--- its fondest and bitter memories have shaped me as a person.
I was born and raised in Davao. I was and will always be a city girl. The busy streets of Ponciano, Palma Gil, Bolton, Claveria and Ilustre were my playgrounds when I was a kid. I know by heart every nook and niche of the downtown area and where secret hideaways are kept. The chattering sounds of college students of UM, the hoarse voice of vendors selling balut or puto and the irritating honks of jeepneys were like songs in my music playlist. The smell of freshly baked bread of Diaz Bakery and the aroma of grilled pork barbeque from the stalls in Claveria were the everyday scents that I was immune to. The movie posters in Lawaan and Odeon Theatres, the Tagalog Komiks sold along the sidewalks and the espradille shoes displayed in Aldevinco were the things I craved for as a young girl.
As I was taking a walk (literally) down memory lane, a sense of sentimentality brought me to tears. Davao has changed so much over the years. What used to be a less popular city of worn out infrastructure and backward civilization, Davao City has become progressive and modernized. Traversing the streets of downtown Davao, I glimpsed at the many faces of Davao's structure and flavors -- some have been gone and replaced, others were renovated and refurbished and few have remained.
The old PTA grounds where the usual carnival and athletic competitions were held is gone but is replaced with the city's number one tourist attraction, the People's Park. The once famed Gaisano Center had closed but now, modern and sleek malls are sprouting in the city like mushrooms. Non-air taxis are now substituted with airconditioned ones while AC jeepneys have become fewer when the Multicabs took over the roads.
Despite all these changes, a few of city's memories have remained, standing still and keeping the city's past alive. The old city hall continues to be a formidable stronghold of the city's leadership. The San Pedro Cathedral and its bell tower have been the landmarks of Davao's faith and where strength is drawn after all the downfalls the city has faced from the past. The city streets are all the same but made spunkier with taller buildings with modern architecture. The well known Merco chain is still alive, its prominence has never faded amidst the surge of stylish restaurants and coffee shops all around the city.
Beyond the repainted walls and the addition of tourists attractions and buildings, Davao has remained the city I grew up loving for over the years. It has the same flavor but with different twists. It has the same color but with an array of shades and accents. Davao will always be Davao because of one magic---- its people.
Davao city's magic is in its people--the warm and friendly Davaoeños from all walks of life whether born and raised here or migrated due to certain circumstances. The city's power and enigma lies in its diversity-- from Christians, Muslims and Lumads living together as one family. Davao's treasure is its people with "durianity" in their blood and "duterteism" in their hearts. A Davaoeño will always have that fighting spirit as strong as the durian smell and a heart that is sweet and creamy as its taste. The people have withstood all storms in the past--insurgencies, threat to security and safety and even challenges in leadership but Davaoenos will always have the heart of gold. Davaoeños possess the Duterte fire in their hearts-- tough, bold and never giving up but with genuine kindness that is unquestionable and the love for the common good always prevails.
Davao is like a pair of good old shoes. It may have been tested by times, challenged by any weather condition, faced with breaks and damages but there will be a Manong Romy who will constantly revive its power and beauty. Davao will always have the Davaoeños, the Manong Romys who will unceasingly fight for their beloved city, to keep the laid back feel in modernity alive and to restore its splendor and repair damages after every fall.
I will soon be marrying a Cebuano who loves Davao as much as I do. Even though this marriage will require me to relocate to his hometown as we start our life together, Davao will always be my home. My love for this city will never fade because it is where my heart is. My physical body will be away from time to time but my heart will stay in its little street corners. I will always be coming back home to Davao because truly LIFE IS HERE.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
God's surprises
It was a tiring, disheartening, and frustrating week for me and my friends. It was a bad week where all negative vibes and intentions from negative people around were mixed in a bowl, rolled and shaped into a meatball then thrown right at your clueless face when you were at your most defenseless and unprepared self. What makes it more depressing is the sight of your good friend crying in front of people who were just as clueless as she is and was placed in a middle of a well orchestrated public humiliation seasoned with a twist of betrayal. I salute my dear friend for her courage and I despise myself for not having that same courage to speak up and defend my name and my friends' or just say my piece.
I really wanted to blog all my hate, my frustrations, my irritations, the hurt inside and how I loathe these people last Thursday night right after that horrible scene at the meeting. But I decided to sleep it off and postpone the i-hate-these-people blogging. It was indeed God's grace. Saturday morning, I woke up at 4am and felt the urge to release that excruciating pain in me and that flood of hate surging in my blood. I went out of my house and headed to People's Park. Clad in my white Nike rubber shoes, I started walking around the park with the early morning joggers. The place was full of people from all walks of life...but they all turned invisible to me as I was making a few rounds of brisk walking.
Thoughts of the past days and the emotions which enveloped me were coming again. As I gradually increased my speed, I was like moved into a trance as I was putting all my energy in my legs and feeling the prickly heat inside my body. Unmindful of the people in the park, I kept on walking and walking with my mind and heart racing, fighting off the negativity lurking in me. It was just like being the only person in a deserted place. The walk was healing me. As my body paced and my heart was beating so fast, I was slowly dusting off the cobwebs of hate and wiping out the frustrations that are clouding me. I stopped after an hour of seemingly endless rounds of walking ...feeling light, relieved and a little free of hostility and hate. Amazingly, my newly pampered and manicured feet wrapped in rubber shoes never got tired after that walk and even my legs were without cramps the whole day. It was a surprise.
God indeed has so much surprises in store for all of us. Another came today as I tuned in to my favorite Sunday show. With my blogging plans still on hold, God surprised me with an unexpected message through the story of Jonah. This week was a Jonah experience. I ran away from God and like Jonah who was asked by God to change the people in Nineveh, I judged quickly and label others as bad. I refused to see these people around me the way God sees them because what overpowered me was hate. I was blinded by my emotions.
The walk in the park and the message by Bo Sanchez were God's little surprises to me. This beautiful weekend thought me to just accept the people who are difficult to accept and their weaknesses because I myself has my own sets of limitations and limps-- limps which can also make me unacceptable for others. I am broken, weak and hurt and so they are. God is telling me to be more accepting and forgiving of others...to be more understanding and to try to be like Jesus even if it is hard to do. The reason why we cannot accept other people and their weaknesses is because we do not accept our own weaknesses.
Today, as I prepare myself for another week, I will try to be more accepting and forgiving. God will never fail me and He will put his arms around me despite my brokenness and handicap and knowing this, the more I should be understanding of people and their limitations. Right at this moment as I end this blog entry, I am slowly draining away the poisons of rage and bitterness. I will try to release the anger and irritation even if I know that it is difficult because I don't want to give my life and my future to these people and to live forever in hate.
God's surprises come in different forms and from different people. Not all surprises come from nicely wrapped gift boxes. We just have to listen more and see beyond the external.
Happy Sunday!
I really wanted to blog all my hate, my frustrations, my irritations, the hurt inside and how I loathe these people last Thursday night right after that horrible scene at the meeting. But I decided to sleep it off and postpone the i-hate-these-people blogging. It was indeed God's grace. Saturday morning, I woke up at 4am and felt the urge to release that excruciating pain in me and that flood of hate surging in my blood. I went out of my house and headed to People's Park. Clad in my white Nike rubber shoes, I started walking around the park with the early morning joggers. The place was full of people from all walks of life...but they all turned invisible to me as I was making a few rounds of brisk walking.
Thoughts of the past days and the emotions which enveloped me were coming again. As I gradually increased my speed, I was like moved into a trance as I was putting all my energy in my legs and feeling the prickly heat inside my body. Unmindful of the people in the park, I kept on walking and walking with my mind and heart racing, fighting off the negativity lurking in me. It was just like being the only person in a deserted place. The walk was healing me. As my body paced and my heart was beating so fast, I was slowly dusting off the cobwebs of hate and wiping out the frustrations that are clouding me. I stopped after an hour of seemingly endless rounds of walking ...feeling light, relieved and a little free of hostility and hate. Amazingly, my newly pampered and manicured feet wrapped in rubber shoes never got tired after that walk and even my legs were without cramps the whole day. It was a surprise.
God indeed has so much surprises in store for all of us. Another came today as I tuned in to my favorite Sunday show. With my blogging plans still on hold, God surprised me with an unexpected message through the story of Jonah. This week was a Jonah experience. I ran away from God and like Jonah who was asked by God to change the people in Nineveh, I judged quickly and label others as bad. I refused to see these people around me the way God sees them because what overpowered me was hate. I was blinded by my emotions.
The walk in the park and the message by Bo Sanchez were God's little surprises to me. This beautiful weekend thought me to just accept the people who are difficult to accept and their weaknesses because I myself has my own sets of limitations and limps-- limps which can also make me unacceptable for others. I am broken, weak and hurt and so they are. God is telling me to be more accepting and forgiving of others...to be more understanding and to try to be like Jesus even if it is hard to do. The reason why we cannot accept other people and their weaknesses is because we do not accept our own weaknesses.
Today, as I prepare myself for another week, I will try to be more accepting and forgiving. God will never fail me and He will put his arms around me despite my brokenness and handicap and knowing this, the more I should be understanding of people and their limitations. Right at this moment as I end this blog entry, I am slowly draining away the poisons of rage and bitterness. I will try to release the anger and irritation even if I know that it is difficult because I don't want to give my life and my future to these people and to live forever in hate.
God's surprises come in different forms and from different people. Not all surprises come from nicely wrapped gift boxes. We just have to listen more and see beyond the external.
Happy Sunday!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
feet on the ground
Its 4AM and 4 hours to go before the SMEMCO anniversary celebration. Feeling a little rested and little better after last night's bout with stomach pains, I woke up with so much optimism and excitement in my heart. I still don't have the welcome remarks prepared for the program later so here I am in front of my brother's laptop thinking of how to start my speech.
well I better begin in 5...4...3...2...1
I love Sundays. Sundays are always special. Today February 5, 2012 is an extra special Sunday because we are celebrating our SMEMCO's 14th anniversary. It is a little extra special because today is also ate Bing Sagaray's birthday.
My regular Sunday would never be complete without this habit which I recently started after I heard it from Mr. Bayogos. Every Sunday morning, I would always make sure that I won't miss the talk of Bo Sanchez on TV. I missed today's episode since I am here celebrating this special Sunday with you and because of that I might as well share with you a message from Bo a few episodes ago.
It says : THE GREATER YOU BECOME, THE MORE HUMBLE YOU SHOULD BE. TO BE HUMBLE, YOU SHOULD THINK OF OTHER PEOPLE AS GREATER THAN YOU ARE.
I would like to share this beautiful message with you because this is the greatest lesson SMEMCO has taught me over the years. To be humble means to be always be of service to others even if sometimes it is an additional load of work on your part. To be humble is to keep your feet on the ground and not let your position intimidate other people. To be humble is to smile and be accommodating despite difficult situations and in front of difficult people. To be humble is to be patient and understanding of other people's problems which are oftentimes financial. To be humble is not uttering hurting words to others and to make things a little less complicated for them. Humility is not owning and doing everything on your own but to delegate tasks because others can do things better and never fail to acknowledge their efforts and be generous with appreciation. Humility is listening to others and learning from their wisdom. SMEMCO has truly shaped and helped me become a better person. It has taught me things I would never ever learn from books, seminars or masteral studies. It has taught me valuable lessons in life that is why my heart is always for SMEMCO.
SMEMCO started from humble beginnings initiated by the people who saw its potential and now 14 years later, our cooperative has grown bigger, has faced a lot of changes and challenges, and has evolved into 8.3M net worth cooperative from 100 thousand starting capital. As we grow bigger and greater, SMEMCO will always remain humble and will never stop learning from other people and from institutions. It will continue to seek guidance, be open to present realities in life and will never close its doors to opportunities. It will stay strong for more years because of its greatest foundation--- you, your passion and love for this cooperative.
My welcome remarks is getting longer so I would like to end this by thanking all of you for being there during my journey as a Chairperson of SMEMCO. Thank you to the BOD- Ate Dors, Sir Luis, Ate Sonia, Ate Anabel, Ate Narlina and Oliver. To the officers –ate celia, syensi inday and Suzanne. And to our staff Jeff and Elvie. It was a little less difficult ride for me because you were there to guide and support me. And to all of you, mga igsoon sa kooperatiba, daghang salamat. Please do not give up on SMEMCO.
Welcome to this celebration and enjoy this beautiful Sunday!
well I better begin in 5...4...3...2...1
I love Sundays. Sundays are always special. Today February 5, 2012 is an extra special Sunday because we are celebrating our SMEMCO's 14th anniversary. It is a little extra special because today is also ate Bing Sagaray's birthday.
My regular Sunday would never be complete without this habit which I recently started after I heard it from Mr. Bayogos. Every Sunday morning, I would always make sure that I won't miss the talk of Bo Sanchez on TV. I missed today's episode since I am here celebrating this special Sunday with you and because of that I might as well share with you a message from Bo a few episodes ago.
It says : THE GREATER YOU BECOME, THE MORE HUMBLE YOU SHOULD BE. TO BE HUMBLE, YOU SHOULD THINK OF OTHER PEOPLE AS GREATER THAN YOU ARE.
I would like to share this beautiful message with you because this is the greatest lesson SMEMCO has taught me over the years. To be humble means to be always be of service to others even if sometimes it is an additional load of work on your part. To be humble is to keep your feet on the ground and not let your position intimidate other people. To be humble is to smile and be accommodating despite difficult situations and in front of difficult people. To be humble is to be patient and understanding of other people's problems which are oftentimes financial. To be humble is not uttering hurting words to others and to make things a little less complicated for them. Humility is not owning and doing everything on your own but to delegate tasks because others can do things better and never fail to acknowledge their efforts and be generous with appreciation. Humility is listening to others and learning from their wisdom. SMEMCO has truly shaped and helped me become a better person. It has taught me things I would never ever learn from books, seminars or masteral studies. It has taught me valuable lessons in life that is why my heart is always for SMEMCO.
SMEMCO started from humble beginnings initiated by the people who saw its potential and now 14 years later, our cooperative has grown bigger, has faced a lot of changes and challenges, and has evolved into 8.3M net worth cooperative from 100 thousand starting capital. As we grow bigger and greater, SMEMCO will always remain humble and will never stop learning from other people and from institutions. It will continue to seek guidance, be open to present realities in life and will never close its doors to opportunities. It will stay strong for more years because of its greatest foundation--- you, your passion and love for this cooperative.
My welcome remarks is getting longer so I would like to end this by thanking all of you for being there during my journey as a Chairperson of SMEMCO. Thank you to the BOD- Ate Dors, Sir Luis, Ate Sonia, Ate Anabel, Ate Narlina and Oliver. To the officers –ate celia, syensi inday and Suzanne. And to our staff Jeff and Elvie. It was a little less difficult ride for me because you were there to guide and support me. And to all of you, mga igsoon sa kooperatiba, daghang salamat. Please do not give up on SMEMCO.
Welcome to this celebration and enjoy this beautiful Sunday!
Monday, January 30, 2012
another step
Its the last day of my birthday month and I'm looking forward to that royal blue wedding that I have been dreaming of and waiting for with much excitement and love. I long for that day that I will be wearing my blue pair of shoes with my wedding gown as I walk down the aisle to the man I love.
It has always been my prayer ever since Kit and I started planning for this wedding that God will be there sending angels to guide us in every step we take before that special day. My morning prayer will always be offering all our plans to the Lord and let him sort out whatever is best for the two of us. I pray that whatever we plan and decide it will be His desire for us.
God has been so good. He has been sending angels and miracles to make everything so easy and smooth. Yesterday, I met Florence, my brother's good friend and talked about preps for the wedding. She was amazing and so kind helping me out with details I have missed and taken for granted because of ignorance. This is my first wedding so how should I know? LOL :) Anyway, her suggestions were really helpful and I was bursting with so much gladness when she promised to arrange the church and reception venues and fill it with so much royal blue and silver :)
I am so grateful to God for my brother. Out of his generosity and love for his sistah, he promised to pay for the arrangements. He will not be there to share with me this joy of being wed and to help me with tiny details on that day. But he made it sure that before he leaves for his next trip, everything will be ready and his friends will be there to help. He is the best! That why I love him so much!
Another step accomplished before the wedding in July. Thank you Lord for this blessing :)The pair of shoes destined for me is just there waiting and I better start searching.
It has always been my prayer ever since Kit and I started planning for this wedding that God will be there sending angels to guide us in every step we take before that special day. My morning prayer will always be offering all our plans to the Lord and let him sort out whatever is best for the two of us. I pray that whatever we plan and decide it will be His desire for us.
God has been so good. He has been sending angels and miracles to make everything so easy and smooth. Yesterday, I met Florence, my brother's good friend and talked about preps for the wedding. She was amazing and so kind helping me out with details I have missed and taken for granted because of ignorance. This is my first wedding so how should I know? LOL :) Anyway, her suggestions were really helpful and I was bursting with so much gladness when she promised to arrange the church and reception venues and fill it with so much royal blue and silver :)
I am so grateful to God for my brother. Out of his generosity and love for his sistah, he promised to pay for the arrangements. He will not be there to share with me this joy of being wed and to help me with tiny details on that day. But he made it sure that before he leaves for his next trip, everything will be ready and his friends will be there to help. He is the best! That why I love him so much!
Another step accomplished before the wedding in July. Thank you Lord for this blessing :)The pair of shoes destined for me is just there waiting and I better start searching.
Friday, November 25, 2011
of blessings and wedges
Thank you Lord for everything. This week is really overflowing with blessings.
I passed the first oral defense for my thesis because of YOU Lord. I could not make it without you. Everything went smoothly that Wednesday afternoon because you were there in that room through the words I have spoken. You were there as I looked in the eyes of my panelists who at first glance...you feel like you are about to be eaten alive. But they were gentle...and kind and whose comments are formative and helpful. Like a father's words to his child.
I was standing for the whole two hours wearing my brown strapped wedge feeling not even a single hint of leg pain. It was like wearing Jesus' sandals on my feet while walking in an endless road. It was the longest two hour journey of my life. When they gave the verdict that I passed after final deliberation, it was like finding a bus stop at the end of the road after the nonstop walking..where I was able to have a big sigh of relief. God, you were there in that journey never leaving me until I reached my destination.
Today, I received the Holy Spirit through confirmation. Wearing my red wedges with a flesh colored dress, I was sealed by the gift of the Holy spirit and it was one of the memorable occasions of my life with Kuya Gil as my ninong. My pair of wedges was flaming in red as I received this gift for the second time. Thank you for this one special moment Lord. Now I'm ready for the sacrament of Matrimony with a new pair of blue wedges perhaps? :)
I look forward to more blessings to come in wedges. I will continue to be grateful LORD and will always remain humble.... for you are the source of all these. Thank you Lord!
I passed the first oral defense for my thesis because of YOU Lord. I could not make it without you. Everything went smoothly that Wednesday afternoon because you were there in that room through the words I have spoken. You were there as I looked in the eyes of my panelists who at first glance...you feel like you are about to be eaten alive. But they were gentle...and kind and whose comments are formative and helpful. Like a father's words to his child.
I was standing for the whole two hours wearing my brown strapped wedge feeling not even a single hint of leg pain. It was like wearing Jesus' sandals on my feet while walking in an endless road. It was the longest two hour journey of my life. When they gave the verdict that I passed after final deliberation, it was like finding a bus stop at the end of the road after the nonstop walking..where I was able to have a big sigh of relief. God, you were there in that journey never leaving me until I reached my destination.
Today, I received the Holy Spirit through confirmation. Wearing my red wedges with a flesh colored dress, I was sealed by the gift of the Holy spirit and it was one of the memorable occasions of my life with Kuya Gil as my ninong. My pair of wedges was flaming in red as I received this gift for the second time. Thank you for this one special moment Lord. Now I'm ready for the sacrament of Matrimony with a new pair of blue wedges perhaps? :)
I look forward to more blessings to come in wedges. I will continue to be grateful LORD and will always remain humble.... for you are the source of all these. Thank you Lord!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
barefoot
I was staring blankly at my computer with thoughts wandering nowhere and too tired of thinking when suddenly I felt the need to remove my shoes to release that something inside me that I can't explain.
I love the feel of my feet on the cold floor and the cooling sensation it brings to my legs. Sitting here alone in this corner of this unlit room, removing my shoes was like stepping into an enchanted world...a place where I can be myself...barefoot...relaxed...dancing like a princess...singing and shouting to my heart's content...undaunted by the time and demands of the real world I came from.
Barefoot means freedom. It's 2 days more to go before the semestral break that have been dying to have. I felt so choked up by the people around here...the things demanded from me and the thesis i have to finish by this week. Last night, without hesitations, I went straight from the meeting to Quirino Ave. to look for that new small hotel around the area. The time I stepped inside the cozy lobby of Midori Inn, I felt that it was home for me. After 15 minutes inside, I just booked myself with a one night stay this saturday and left the inn with a feeling of freedom.
I want to be away from home....I want to be alone and be able to finish the thesis that I have to complete. I need this time alone to be with myself...to look back and think about my future.
I need this like my tired and restless feet needing the comforts of the tiled floor.
I love the feel of my feet on the cold floor and the cooling sensation it brings to my legs. Sitting here alone in this corner of this unlit room, removing my shoes was like stepping into an enchanted world...a place where I can be myself...barefoot...relaxed...dancing like a princess...singing and shouting to my heart's content...undaunted by the time and demands of the real world I came from.
Barefoot means freedom. It's 2 days more to go before the semestral break that have been dying to have. I felt so choked up by the people around here...the things demanded from me and the thesis i have to finish by this week. Last night, without hesitations, I went straight from the meeting to Quirino Ave. to look for that new small hotel around the area. The time I stepped inside the cozy lobby of Midori Inn, I felt that it was home for me. After 15 minutes inside, I just booked myself with a one night stay this saturday and left the inn with a feeling of freedom.
I want to be away from home....I want to be alone and be able to finish the thesis that I have to complete. I need this time alone to be with myself...to look back and think about my future.
I need this like my tired and restless feet needing the comforts of the tiled floor.
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
treasures in a box
With a few days more left before I finally delete (temporarily of course!) the vacation mode in my current status, an urgent need for a formal school shoes prompted me this morning to open the dusty shoe boxes in my room. These boxes, carefully kept on top of my closet are the homes of the most precious possessions and sacred things in my life- my shoes.
As soon as I set my eyes on these once lovely pairs that graced my tiny feet in many places and occasions I have been … I instantly felt a painful shot of guilt in my heart realizing that I have taken for granted things in my whirlwind life which are sacred and indispensably special.
What made the feeling even stronger was the realization that came from a new colleague of mine whose huge feat mirrored what I had dreamt to have and accomplish in the past- a lifelong dream I have totally taken for granted like my shoes in the box.
Writing was one of my earliest passions which came to life during essay writing contests in elementary to journalism in high school. Dreams were born out of this simple passion for creatively designing a Monalisa of written words. Some of those dreams were achieved, some were not even close to reality but some are still secretly hiding in the shoe boxes of heart’s desires. I have triumphed over qualifying to a national writing contest, mourned over not getting a creative writing course in college but still never stopped dreaming of having a published article in a national newspaper.
Writing is just like any other shoes in the box. You have to polish and clean it to restore and magnify the beauty it adds to your walking…you have to hold it dear to your heart to always continue to feed you with simple pleasures and joy….and you have to use and wear it to boost the glory it brings to your life.
Shoes, books and writing are my life’s passions….my treasures in the box. Its time to bring them out to shine!
As soon as I set my eyes on these once lovely pairs that graced my tiny feet in many places and occasions I have been … I instantly felt a painful shot of guilt in my heart realizing that I have taken for granted things in my whirlwind life which are sacred and indispensably special.
What made the feeling even stronger was the realization that came from a new colleague of mine whose huge feat mirrored what I had dreamt to have and accomplish in the past- a lifelong dream I have totally taken for granted like my shoes in the box.
Writing was one of my earliest passions which came to life during essay writing contests in elementary to journalism in high school. Dreams were born out of this simple passion for creatively designing a Monalisa of written words. Some of those dreams were achieved, some were not even close to reality but some are still secretly hiding in the shoe boxes of heart’s desires. I have triumphed over qualifying to a national writing contest, mourned over not getting a creative writing course in college but still never stopped dreaming of having a published article in a national newspaper.
Writing is just like any other shoes in the box. You have to polish and clean it to restore and magnify the beauty it adds to your walking…you have to hold it dear to your heart to always continue to feed you with simple pleasures and joy….and you have to use and wear it to boost the glory it brings to your life.
Shoes, books and writing are my life’s passions….my treasures in the box. Its time to bring them out to shine!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
on shoes...flowers..and cory
the death of former president corazon aquino last aug. 1 has renewed the sense of patriotism in every filipino and stories about her life of service and simplicity has touched me and moved me into tears. the past days, everytime i turn on the tv or read the daily news on the paper about her passing, tears would stream into my eyes and can't help myself from getting emotional. (i am such a cry baby). the biggest regret that i have right now is not being able to experience the people power revolution in 1986...not being able to feel the love, the intensity aND passion for democracy...not being able to take part in cory's fight for our freedom. crying in those times would surely be worth it.
on a lighter note...it was revealed in the stories by people whom cory have touched about her penchant for flowers. most of her paintings given as gifts to her friends are flowers. i, too love to draw flowers..not just because they are the easiest thing to draw in this world but because of their beauty and the calmness and joy they bring. i love flowers...i love them on my notebook or on my dress... i love flowers in my classroom...and i love to be in a secret garden full of flowers!
last week, my brother brought the pair of shoes from carmille which she offered to sell to me super cheap. when he opened the paper bag and handed them to me...i gasped and hugged them in excitement. it was a thing of beauty even though the shoes are in different sizes (dont know how her mother got them hahaha) one is size 6 and the other 6 and 1/2....well it doesn't matter...people would not care and would never notice the size difference anyway :) wink wink! what made this shoes extra special is the flowery designs all over...very dainty and super nice nice nice! these American eagle flats with slingbacks are really perfect on a weekend day out.
a leader just like a pair of shoes is not hard to find. they are almost everywhere. most politicians come and go- some leave with good marks but most have left with a legacy of corruption and immorality. but a leader with passion, deep faith and sincerity just like cory aquino is like a rare pair of shoes that comes to you by destiny. She was God's gift to the Philippines for she gave us back our democracy and led our ailing nation with moral leadership. the filipinos are indeed destined to have tita cory as a president, in a very same way that i was fated to have this simple yet odd flowery shoes which i will forever cherish in my shoe memories. how i love serendipity!
on a lighter note...it was revealed in the stories by people whom cory have touched about her penchant for flowers. most of her paintings given as gifts to her friends are flowers. i, too love to draw flowers..not just because they are the easiest thing to draw in this world but because of their beauty and the calmness and joy they bring. i love flowers...i love them on my notebook or on my dress... i love flowers in my classroom...and i love to be in a secret garden full of flowers!
last week, my brother brought the pair of shoes from carmille which she offered to sell to me super cheap. when he opened the paper bag and handed them to me...i gasped and hugged them in excitement. it was a thing of beauty even though the shoes are in different sizes (dont know how her mother got them hahaha) one is size 6 and the other 6 and 1/2....well it doesn't matter...people would not care and would never notice the size difference anyway :) wink wink! what made this shoes extra special is the flowery designs all over...very dainty and super nice nice nice! these American eagle flats with slingbacks are really perfect on a weekend day out.
a leader just like a pair of shoes is not hard to find. they are almost everywhere. most politicians come and go- some leave with good marks but most have left with a legacy of corruption and immorality. but a leader with passion, deep faith and sincerity just like cory aquino is like a rare pair of shoes that comes to you by destiny. She was God's gift to the Philippines for she gave us back our democracy and led our ailing nation with moral leadership. the filipinos are indeed destined to have tita cory as a president, in a very same way that i was fated to have this simple yet odd flowery shoes which i will forever cherish in my shoe memories. how i love serendipity!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
eye candy
i was at sm northwing cebu last May and was in ecstacy. i was in total high when i entered the charles and keith store....the shoes were super jaw dropping. wished i had the money to buy a pair just to feed my shoe- hungry craving that moment.
my money was just enough to take me home to davao....so clad in my ever durable havaianas green flipflops with my canon digital cam in hand.....might as well tour the whole northwing to discover eye candies enough to bring me back to davao in high spirits!
i was looking through the pics which were mostly stolen awhile ago and felt a different kind of need to blog another shoe story of mine. window shopping was the best thing a moneyless shoeholic like me can do when stricken by a fever called high heeled flu. thats a new one hahahahaha. its a damn flu i would love to get over and over again...
im happy and so much alive right now. thanks to shoe therapy :)
my money was just enough to take me home to davao....so clad in my ever durable havaianas green flipflops with my canon digital cam in hand.....might as well tour the whole northwing to discover eye candies enough to bring me back to davao in high spirits!
i was looking through the pics which were mostly stolen awhile ago and felt a different kind of need to blog another shoe story of mine. window shopping was the best thing a moneyless shoeholic like me can do when stricken by a fever called high heeled flu. thats a new one hahahahaha. its a damn flu i would love to get over and over again...
im happy and so much alive right now. thanks to shoe therapy :)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
birthday shower
when it rains...it pours
it was wet and gloomy today on my 3oth birthday (arrghh!) i woke up with the sound of a heavy downpour on my window and i thought...what an odd way of welcoming this day. i hoped the shower would end so soon but it didn't... forcing me to take a taxi and paid 70 pesos for it (arrgghh x2).
but the rain did not dampen my excited birthday spirit at all. the greetings were all over and the surprise blessings poured. it was declared a "no class" by the mayor due to the rain and bad weather...so i freaked out in joy :)
with my new cheap mary jane brown shoes...i huddled the rain with excitement along with my two girl friends sally and ermie. we had a heavy pizza trip with ate arlene at greenwich with ube macapuno roll from goldilocks yum yum yum! then off to Shrine hills and prayed to Sto Nino...and finally to jack's ridge for a breathe of cool air, little girl chatting and a free access to their overlooking-the-city comfort room :)
it was a birthday like no other...simple may it be, this day was a way of making me feel that i am still blessed with the best things in life that are priceless- good friends, family and a special someone out there :)
happy birthday to me :)
it was wet and gloomy today on my 3oth birthday (arrghh!) i woke up with the sound of a heavy downpour on my window and i thought...what an odd way of welcoming this day. i hoped the shower would end so soon but it didn't... forcing me to take a taxi and paid 70 pesos for it (arrgghh x2).
but the rain did not dampen my excited birthday spirit at all. the greetings were all over and the surprise blessings poured. it was declared a "no class" by the mayor due to the rain and bad weather...so i freaked out in joy :)
with my new cheap mary jane brown shoes...i huddled the rain with excitement along with my two girl friends sally and ermie. we had a heavy pizza trip with ate arlene at greenwich with ube macapuno roll from goldilocks yum yum yum! then off to Shrine hills and prayed to Sto Nino...and finally to jack's ridge for a breathe of cool air, little girl chatting and a free access to their overlooking-the-city comfort room :)
it was a birthday like no other...simple may it be, this day was a way of making me feel that i am still blessed with the best things in life that are priceless- good friends, family and a special someone out there :)
happy birthday to me :)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Doc in Havaianas
its 1 day to go and the semestral break will soon be over. this short lived life of pleasure and idleness will soon come to an end. still have more books to read...pirated dvd's to watch...sleeping time to enjoy...and internet hours to spend..but never had the luxury of time to do everything.
i came from a girl bonding session with my girl friends at seagilid for a morning of a refreshing time at the beach. clad in my old green havaianas flip flops, we had long walks and fun talks by the beach and ate a variety of kakanin that we brought.
relaxed and happy, i decided to have a few hours on the net to chat. its my first after a few months.i never get to have the time to chat anyway because of my ever busy sked in school and knowing that it will surely be just useless exchange ctc and asl in ym and mirc.
but today proved to be the opposite because i met Doc Ryan from CDO who, in the middle of attending to patients with hypertension and doing some minor operation, is also chatting. he must have an extraordinary talent in multi tasking hehehehe.
armed with red and blue havaianas, imagine this young doctor strutting the hospital halls with fashion. thats at thousand pesos on his feet while doing some kind of "grey's anatomy" in a cagayan hospital. anyway, he must be a nice person to be able work in a rural hospital while most of the doctors in the philippines are in high end hospitals or scattered all over the world for greener pastures. well the grass is always green because it is simply external. hope docryan would realize how significant he can be in this country where the grass is not so green :)
my eyes are tired and I'll say bye to my new friend.I guess I need to have a few hours in bed after this before going back to reality---that I still have testpapers to check and a lesson plan to make huhuhuhu
babush!
i came from a girl bonding session with my girl friends at seagilid for a morning of a refreshing time at the beach. clad in my old green havaianas flip flops, we had long walks and fun talks by the beach and ate a variety of kakanin that we brought.
relaxed and happy, i decided to have a few hours on the net to chat. its my first after a few months.i never get to have the time to chat anyway because of my ever busy sked in school and knowing that it will surely be just useless exchange ctc and asl in ym and mirc.
but today proved to be the opposite because i met Doc Ryan from CDO who, in the middle of attending to patients with hypertension and doing some minor operation, is also chatting. he must have an extraordinary talent in multi tasking hehehehe.
armed with red and blue havaianas, imagine this young doctor strutting the hospital halls with fashion. thats at thousand pesos on his feet while doing some kind of "grey's anatomy" in a cagayan hospital. anyway, he must be a nice person to be able work in a rural hospital while most of the doctors in the philippines are in high end hospitals or scattered all over the world for greener pastures. well the grass is always green because it is simply external. hope docryan would realize how significant he can be in this country where the grass is not so green :)
my eyes are tired and I'll say bye to my new friend.I guess I need to have a few hours in bed after this before going back to reality---that I still have testpapers to check and a lesson plan to make huhuhuhu
babush!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
driving 101 with my converse
it was a long and tiring morning. i just came from my 2 hour driving lessons with ate ermie and of course with our ever strict kuya who never missed giving us a dose of 'pangasaba'..errr...friendly reminders diay. today was sort of a fulfillment in this outrageous and craze filled driving adventure since i was able to drive from shrine hills...to maa diversion road all the way to bankerohan market...whew unbelievable! surreal but i did it with 98% tension, fear and sweat hehehe
i had huge problems with clutch breaks and gear shifts...but thanks to my white, old and ever so dirty pair of converse shoes, I was able to managed it with a lot of palpak and less of ease. i guess i still have a lot to practice to drive like a pro.
my third session will be next sunday again and my converse shoes will still be with me on the road. dirty it may be, this converse is definitely my driving buddy :)
i had huge problems with clutch breaks and gear shifts...but thanks to my white, old and ever so dirty pair of converse shoes, I was able to managed it with a lot of palpak and less of ease. i guess i still have a lot to practice to drive like a pro.
my third session will be next sunday again and my converse shoes will still be with me on the road. dirty it may be, this converse is definitely my driving buddy :)
Thursday, August 7, 2008
worn out pair of shoes
overworked, tired, super stressed and broke....thoughts of leaving the school and dreaming of a new life outside of Stella has occured to me once more today. im like a feet in a worn out and old pair of shoes desperately waiting for a breathe of fresh air and a replacement. i can't imagine myself in this community for a lifetime. i dreaded the day that i will die a teacher here- forever bitter and lonely...and always tired and in debts.
i want a new life. i want to chase my dreams and be in a world where i can be myself and good at it. i always pray for that moment that finally and confidently i would give my resignation to my directress and see the look at her face. of course she would be happy to get rid of a tiny mosquito like me hehehe. mosquito with a heart though.
a NEW HOPE came this afternoon when i bumped into a parent i once knew. mr. manalo asked me how i was and if im married. i said im okay and still single. he asked me straight if i wanted to apply for a teaching job in the US since a brother of him is recruiting recently for teachers. i was so surprised and instantly told him i was interested. he assured me to give details tomorrow. im over excited. it was a glint of hope and then i realized its not yet the end of the world for my dreams.
i told ms. erms, who share the same frustrations and dreams that i have, about the chance of getting a job abroad. hope this thing will work for me and for the both of us....finally.
i believe i can make this happen. God will be on our side. I believe He really will.
i want a new life. i want to chase my dreams and be in a world where i can be myself and good at it. i always pray for that moment that finally and confidently i would give my resignation to my directress and see the look at her face. of course she would be happy to get rid of a tiny mosquito like me hehehe. mosquito with a heart though.
a NEW HOPE came this afternoon when i bumped into a parent i once knew. mr. manalo asked me how i was and if im married. i said im okay and still single. he asked me straight if i wanted to apply for a teaching job in the US since a brother of him is recruiting recently for teachers. i was so surprised and instantly told him i was interested. he assured me to give details tomorrow. im over excited. it was a glint of hope and then i realized its not yet the end of the world for my dreams.
i told ms. erms, who share the same frustrations and dreams that i have, about the chance of getting a job abroad. hope this thing will work for me and for the both of us....finally.
i believe i can make this happen. God will be on our side. I believe He really will.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
thong walk
red lights on, i was on the streets of claveria waiting for my signal when i spotted our ever famous mayor on his big bike with a hoard of bikers behind. it was good to see the mayor doing his rounds around the city and with his sex appeal, he looked so good on jeans and striped polo shirt tonight.
i had a long walk today with my new gold thong sandals from marikina :) it was my newest best buy this month and survived me hours of walking from school to NCCC and to claveria all the way to this cafe'. it really feels good on my feet and matched well with my new copper pedicure :) despite the heat of august in davao, it was a well enjoyed walk and bonding with my co teachers.
i missed Dr. Pendor's class this afternoon but was able to catch up on them at the last hour of class. got a good excuse though :) but i was so sorry for aileen who seem to have confidence problems and insecurities inside her. my prayer is for her tonight.
i need to rest my feet and be ready for another shoe post tomorrow :) nyt nyt!
i had a long walk today with my new gold thong sandals from marikina :) it was my newest best buy this month and survived me hours of walking from school to NCCC and to claveria all the way to this cafe'. it really feels good on my feet and matched well with my new copper pedicure :) despite the heat of august in davao, it was a well enjoyed walk and bonding with my co teachers.
i missed Dr. Pendor's class this afternoon but was able to catch up on them at the last hour of class. got a good excuse though :) but i was so sorry for aileen who seem to have confidence problems and insecurities inside her. my prayer is for her tonight.
i need to rest my feet and be ready for another shoe post tomorrow :) nyt nyt!
Friday, August 1, 2008
last full show
waiting for 10pm is forever. its 8:20 and we still have less than 2hrs to kill time before the last full show. we have been waiting for this movie to come out of the big screen and I can't possibly miss it on its first week.
it's friday and i'm wearing my fave montego bay club espradille thongs for an exciting movie night with some closest friends. I can't wait to see John Lloyd and Sarah...im so uber excited! hahahaha
being with friends, being able to watch 'sine' once in awhile even if you can buy pirated dvds, and being able to unwind on a cool friday night after a dreaded week in school are few of the best things in life i enjoy being single...
see yah later after the movie!
it's friday and i'm wearing my fave montego bay club espradille thongs for an exciting movie night with some closest friends. I can't wait to see John Lloyd and Sarah...im so uber excited! hahahaha
being with friends, being able to watch 'sine' once in awhile even if you can buy pirated dvds, and being able to unwind on a cool friday night after a dreaded week in school are few of the best things in life i enjoy being single...
see yah later after the movie!
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