the game we love

It's on random late night skype dates like this that I couldn't help but smile so wide in spite of myself. Gee, my jaw hurts from grinning too much. Well, looks like someone will be dreaming a happy dream tonight and someone from the other side of the world will go to school humming a happy tune.

Oh, love.. such a silly game we play.

:)

the battle we won

Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao has yet again proven to the world that we, Filipinos, are mighty warriors.

I was waiting for the walk sign at a busy intersection when I had the guts to talk with a random American stranger. We exchanged a few lines as to what was the event that day, which stars were coming, bla bla… when suddenly I told him to watch Pacman’s fight that week. Maybe he got a little surprised why a sweet innocent looking young girl like me, ehem, would invite him to watch a brutal and bloody sport like boxing.

I am not really a fan of boxing. Throwing uppercuts and jabs and distorting your opponent’s face aren’t what I call entertainment. But hey, you can’t blame me. 

One thing I’ve realized is that when you are in a foreign place, you can’t help but be proud of your own roots, what they call Filipino pride, and show off to the people of the world the gazillion reasons why you love your country despite of the known fact that it is a third world country.

It would such be shame promoting Pacman and yet not watching his fight so I did. And I enjoyed. Really.

So the next time I find myself talking with a random foreigner in the street, I have something to share: “Have you seen Manny Pacquiao’s fight? He was awesome! Poor Margarito's handsome face..” 

I just have to make sure I’m not talking with a Mexican. lol

life is a rainbow

I went to bed last night thinking about stuffs. Stuffs that I know would be answered soon, if not, sooner.

I’ve been asking myself why I’m such a bitch and a brat lately. Why I’m becoming impatient and moody over trivial matters, over things that are beyond my control; those things that I have no power over of.

Then sleep took me to the land where dreams are as sweet as my favorite ice cream. I was wrong. I had a horrible dream. To make the long story short, I got killed using a bow and arrow. Assassinated. An arrow through my heart. Tragic.

I could not remember how I managed to get back to sleep. But I did anyway. I finally decided to drag my lazy butt off the bed when the sun was shining brightly as always, way ahead than everyone else (I'm sleeping over at a friend's house). I sat alone in the dining room lost in thought when a cheerful voice greeted me: 

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Then it hit me.

 Change is the only constant thing in this world. 

And how you handle it is all up to you.

Change your perspective. 

Change the way you see life.

And like me, you'll start singing 

"The world is a rainbow.. that's filled with many colors..."

surprise, surprise!

 I was on my knees silently praying when the song Hindi Kita Malilimutan filled the air. I thought to myself, "Is this the same song sung on funeral rites back home?". I looked up to the balcony and couldn't resist smiling when I took a glimpse of  the church choir - they were foreigners. Ooops, I mean, they were people from this land of the free and the home of the brave. What was even more amazing was that they sung it to perfection, not a single trace of any accent or whatsoever. To top it all off, the recessional song of the holy mass was God Bless America. Can we sing Bayan Ko too? America never ceases to amaze me. :)

beybeh oh

welcome to the world,  

BABY NATHAN!

can't wait to see you.

pinky promise

dear baby andrei,

looks like you're growing pretty fast. i could still remember how you looked like when you were still a few hours old, wrapped tightly with a white linen cloth, sucking hungrily the cup of milk i was offering you in the hospital's nursery room. it was so fun hearing you burp so loud and puking milk all over my arm. you weren't just one of my newborn patients; you are my godson, my baby andrei.

you came as a surprise to me really. i didn't know you came out a few hours shy from my shift so i was kinda ecstatic when the nurse told me to place the sleeping you on the corner bed reserved for baby gungob, near the glass window. as luck would have it, it was i who roomed you in. i carried you ever carefully in my arms, trying not to wake you up, as i bring you to the room where your mama and the rest of your relatives were waiting excitedly to see and touch you for the first time. i beamed with so much pride and joy as i watched them ooohed and aahhhed at the sight of you.

yes. you are our joy, my baby andrei. but most of all, you are your mama's life and only love. i'm so sorry mommy ninang is so far away. i feel so bad not being there with you and your mama at this time when you both needed me the most. it breaks my heart being this far from you guys. but for the meantime behave a little bit more, okay? don't give mama a hard time. make her smile and laugh often, be strong too just like how your mama has always been. when i get back home, mommy will treat you to as many ice creams as you want. i will try to be the best ninang you could ever have. i'll make up for all those times i've been away.

for what it's worth, i love you both so much.

much love,
mommy ninang

p.s. we'll decide for a wackier name for me when you can talk other than mama and papa. and oh, by the time you know how to read, we'll look for this blog and we will read this together, ok? love you.

i'm just a kid

happy halloween y'all.

i went trick or treating. 

 i was kinda disappointed coz i expected most houses would put up horror booths of some sort on their front yard (like the one in the picture).

america's really in recession, eh?

yey! i have candies!!! :)