Tita Tess, Tito Josal and my cousins, Inna and Iris arrived yesterday from Canada to attend the funeral and burial of Tito Josal's father.
The death of a loved-one is never easy regardless if one died young or old. Parting from someone who brought so much love, wisdom and strength in your life will always be a bittersweet moment for those left behind. Still, it offers an opportunity to spend time with the people who mean so much to us and count every blessing that comes your way.
When my mom died, I felt all my wounds healed and the scars disappeared. Hating people who've hurt me in the past seemed insignificant and forgiveness was the only way to go. I accepted the challenge of accepting the faults of others as if they were my own and I've embraced a role that I'm uncertain I can ever give justice to. Yet, my mom's death -- her absence left me no other choice -- left me the best choice -- to open my heart to life's mysteries and surprises and enjoy the ride along with the bumps. As far as I can remember, I only shed tears whenever I miss my mom and wish that she is still beside me to help me. Her loving memory inspires me to live life to the fullest, dance like no one is watching and love like I've never loved before.
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For the next two weeks, I want to spend as much time with my cousins and of course, Tita Tess and Tita Bebot. This may mean that I will get less sleep but a "life" outside the office is very tempting.
Don't get me wrong. I DO have a life. I still have the time to do the things that I like to do. I watch my favorite TV series for hours, read a book, eat, catch a movie, window shop and sleep. It's just that eversince I was transferred to the chat queue, I never really had the energy to do something "ACTIVE". I often spend my weekends at home. I just send messages to most of my friends just to let them know that I am still breathing.
Hopefully, these two weeks will be the start of many weeks that I will have the strength to go out there and reconnect with people other than my family.
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Finally, the Uno Animo reunion will push through this Monday, March 30th at Dad's Glorietta. What a great way to spend a payday -- fun with great friends over good food (hopefully with a cute toy in hand). Yay!!
**watch out for the reunion pics at Vayie's blog. hehehe..
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I might take a few classes this summer while my sister, Josine is on vacation. I want to see if I can still study while working. I know the biggest challenge would be time management and discipline.
I also hope I could still pass for a student. (Trivial, I know.) It would be really embarrassing if the class would think I AM the professor. =P
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If I don't chicken out, I might get another ear piercing this April. It's been 6 years since I last had the upper part of my right ear pierced when emotional pain was too much and physical pain was a refuge.
Since I am, most of the time, giddy (according to Vayie), I now know that I have low tolerance for pain and fear of needles.
Aside from the fact that I couldn't get a tattoo (my dad and my boyfriend would definitely be the first people to be upset), the idea of a needle piercing a section of my body hundreds of times and leaving a permanent work of art (unless, you have the smackaroos to have it remove ala-Claudine Barretto) brings the fascination and the desire to a halt.
I don't know why I suddenly wanted to get a piercing but I am sure I want to. I am not making sense wanting it so I guess I'll just cross my fingers that I'll chicken out.
The death of a loved-one is never easy regardless if one died young or old. Parting from someone who brought so much love, wisdom and strength in your life will always be a bittersweet moment for those left behind. Still, it offers an opportunity to spend time with the people who mean so much to us and count every blessing that comes your way.
When my mom died, I felt all my wounds healed and the scars disappeared. Hating people who've hurt me in the past seemed insignificant and forgiveness was the only way to go. I accepted the challenge of accepting the faults of others as if they were my own and I've embraced a role that I'm uncertain I can ever give justice to. Yet, my mom's death -- her absence left me no other choice -- left me the best choice -- to open my heart to life's mysteries and surprises and enjoy the ride along with the bumps. As far as I can remember, I only shed tears whenever I miss my mom and wish that she is still beside me to help me. Her loving memory inspires me to live life to the fullest, dance like no one is watching and love like I've never loved before.
For the next two weeks, I want to spend as much time with my cousins and of course, Tita Tess and Tita Bebot. This may mean that I will get less sleep but a "life" outside the office is very tempting.
Don't get me wrong. I DO have a life. I still have the time to do the things that I like to do. I watch my favorite TV series for hours, read a book, eat, catch a movie, window shop and sleep. It's just that eversince I was transferred to the chat queue, I never really had the energy to do something "ACTIVE". I often spend my weekends at home. I just send messages to most of my friends just to let them know that I am still breathing.
Hopefully, these two weeks will be the start of many weeks that I will have the strength to go out there and reconnect with people other than my family.
Finally, the Uno Animo reunion will push through this Monday, March 30th at Dad's Glorietta. What a great way to spend a payday -- fun with great friends over good food (hopefully with a cute toy in hand). Yay!!
**watch out for the reunion pics at Vayie's blog. hehehe..
I might take a few classes this summer while my sister, Josine is on vacation. I want to see if I can still study while working. I know the biggest challenge would be time management and discipline.
I also hope I could still pass for a student. (Trivial, I know.) It would be really embarrassing if the class would think I AM the professor. =P
If I don't chicken out, I might get another ear piercing this April. It's been 6 years since I last had the upper part of my right ear pierced when emotional pain was too much and physical pain was a refuge.
Since I am, most of the time, giddy (according to Vayie), I now know that I have low tolerance for pain and fear of needles.
Aside from the fact that I couldn't get a tattoo (my dad and my boyfriend would definitely be the first people to be upset), the idea of a needle piercing a section of my body hundreds of times and leaving a permanent work of art (unless, you have the smackaroos to have it remove ala-Claudine Barretto) brings the fascination and the desire to a halt.
I don't know why I suddenly wanted to get a piercing but I am sure I want to. I am not making sense wanting it so I guess I'll just cross my fingers that I'll chicken out.
