Truth is, I’m not good with change. Or maybe I am but I don’t like it. Because it gives you a different feeling. Because it takes you out of your comfort zone. Because it makes you anxious and confused. Because it scares the crap out of you. Change is inevitable, I know. Sometimes, it’s like taking a detour when you are in traffic and you wanted to take a different route. Sometimes, even, it’s too fast a detour that you don’t even know you are taking one until you experience a whiplash. Whiplash can be good; it can be bad. I don’t want to expound on that. But the thing that keeps you sane with all these changes is your support group. The group of people you hold dear that sticks with you even if you make the wrong decisions and experience the bad kind of whiplash. The same group of people who picks you up when you’re too tired to get up from the mistakes you’ve done. The same group of people who never gets tired of listening to the rants who have on how life seems to be unfair; how change can be so tiring. The same group you can not live without. And the same group of people who you would sacrifice for. In the past few months, I have realized that there are but a few friends who would do that for you. Others, they would just come and go in your life and they would only be there mostly for the fun part. I hate change, I do, even if I’m the cockroach that I am. But I thank God for the group of people who stand by me during the changes that I have to go through: my family, my friends and my pillars. I can not thank them enough for making me the person that I am. Thank you!
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Monks at Ta Prohm, Siem Reap, Cambodia. circa 2010
The look on a kid’s face on her way to the happiest place on earth!
It was a magical Heart’s day when I met Mickey Mouse and I fell in love! Haha!
Last year’s Earth Hour TVC from one of our hero countries, the Philippines.
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I swear, even if you lost this ever-elusive (because it takes forever to get it) Australian Open, I will probably be your No. 2 fan, next to your entire family. I think I have been a fan even before you met Xisca. More or less, nine years. I know more than ever, that we can get that No. 1 spot back just like it was during your first Wimbledon and during the time you won in the Olympics. And then you got 3 out of 4 grand slams. We can do this, Rafa, maybe something’s wrong with the strategy or maybe you’re too muscly and you can’t run after the ball as fast as ou did in the past but I believe we can do this this year! Aussie Open can be taken next year. And maybe I can watch by then, live in Melbourne :) Don’t lose hope! VAMOS!
Guess who’s back?! RAFA!!!!!
On to the finals for the Australian Open. Step One for the Calendar Slam + the Olympics = Perfect career record. Haha!
2012 is our year! VAMOS!
Researchers dressed in panda costumes put a panda cub into a basket before transferring it to a new living environment at the Hetaoping Research and Conservation Center for the Giant Panda in Wolong National Nature Reserve, Sichuan province February 20, 2011. The 6-month-old cub is being transferred to a bigger living environment with a higher altitude and a more complicated terrain, which marks the beginning of the second phase of its training to reintroduce it to the wild. Researchers wear panda costumes to ensure that the cub’s environment is devoid of human influence. REUTERS/China Daily
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The person in the middle touched my life during the short time he was here in the Philippines. I am so proud that he is already ordained. It has been six years. And every time I hear news about him, I light up. I am so happy for him. I thank God for my brief encounter with (then Bro.) Fr. Non. Yamauchi Yasunori, SJ.
A shout-out to the sweetest grandmother in the entire world:
Wherever you are, I know you are happy. Thank you for all the great memories, the stories, the laughters and the simple things that made the first nine years of my life extra special. Thank you for teaching me to appreciate life’s simple joys: the love for food, short travels, late night conversations, stories of awe and wonder, and the undeniable power of faith and prayer. Thank you for bringing my mom into this world who in turn, brought me into this world. I know in that sense, I will always be a part of your legacy. And in some ways, I’m just like you: that quiet lady that observes mostly but learns a lot from what she sees but nevertheless has a voice when needed and has a say on things.
They always say that I was your favorite. But I know you loved us all the same, me and my cousins. It’s just that, I was around more often because I loved listening to your stories which until now I can still remember. Thank you for sharing your last few months with me. I knew how much pain you were experiencing then but you kept that same smile on your face until the end. It pained me when I had to watch you lose yourself, when you could not remember our names, when you talk to us about things we did not understand because you were slowly beginning to lose your memory but in times of lucidity, you try to deny and make it seem like it was nothing so we would not worry. Until the very last day, you were a fighter. Thanks for teaching me that as well.
There are so much more to thank for because of you, Lola, and maybe I can not enumerate them one by one but you know how grateful we are for having you. And today, on your special day, your 92nd birthday, we remember all those wonderful things about you.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! We love you so much!
By the way, thanks for telling me your real birthday. I think I’m the only one who knows because when we visited you last week on your tombstone, it said: November 11, 1920. But I specifically remember you telling me that you were born on a lucky date: November 11, 1919. 11-11-1919. Happy birthday Lola! May you share that luck with us on your birthday ❤
