Anything & Everything

Family and friends know how much I love making lists. From list of things to do to list of things to live by and lists of what to buy today or in the near future. I write articles with all kinds of lists that have included the list of the most beautiful liberal art colleges to smart and beautiful politicians and even the most worthy WAGS. So when I read an article with a list of what one mom believed she must give/teach her son, I loved it. Though I do not remember if it was a blog post or an article but it certainly stayed in my mind and I vowed that one day I would make one for my son. As my son grows older there is a certain satisfaction in me because we have come this far but there is also a degree of fear that my kind of rearing may have done a damage or two. Looking at my son and how he interacts with society, I think I can give myself a pat because he turned out right. Still, I can’t help but worry that in the future he might make a mistake. Am not saying he is not entit...

The other day I had a discussion with my 13 year old son about his blatant disregard for my instructions and the PDRRMC Advisory 2:  “Even in the absence of signals from Pagasa and in view of emerging consensus that the rains are likely further accelerate, for the safety and health of our community, we hereby order the EARLY DISMISSAL OF CLASSES in Kinder, Elementary and Highschool, private and public, in the entire province of Albay. School administrators and teachers should advise their students to no longer report in the afternoon. Parents are advised to fetch their children from school. This is an early dismissal, not a suspension, thus classes automatically resume tomorrow without need for lifting. I came home from the office earlier than he did and so I talked to him. He was silent and at first I thought he understood why I was very mad about it. But then when he replied to me with three suggestions including transferring him to the school in our town so he would not be able ...

She can deal with stress and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when she feels like screaming, and she sings when she feels like crying. She cries when she's happy and laughs when she's afraid. Her love is unconditional. There's only one thing wrong with her. She forgets what she's worth! Pin It

First saw this poem at the clinic of my son’s pediatrician, liked it and remembered to bring something so I could copy it the next time I went there because the poem said it all. Parents want the best for their children but we are not equipped with how to properly rear our children and yes, we can only follow what our parents did with us. The question is do we remember all the rights things that they did? What about the wrong things we promised we wouldn’t do when we grew up? Both my parents were good people but of course they each have their own limitations and grew apart. The best thing that I can do is get the best from all of it I order that I can provide the best for my son – emotionally, mentally, spiritually, financially and physically. That was my motto for a long time. With so much to do and so little time, we tend to forget what is more important. We become so focused in being able to provide the best financially, give our children all the best and the latest, send him to t...

My Wish I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you want to go, And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window, If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile, But more than anything, more than anything, My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to , Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish. I hope you never look back, but ya never forget, All the ones who love you, in the place you left, I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, And you help somebody every chance you get, Oh, you find God's grace, in ...

I shall pass this way but once; any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show - let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again." While cleaning up, I saw this passage again after such a long time. I remember that when I was in college I used to carry a piece of paper with this quote or passage, it was actually from my father and it meant a lot to me. I used to tell myself to smell the roses and I did, I used to care and I was happy most when I was helping out others. I used to think that I will always be like that, I will treasure every moment with my family, cherish the job I had that allow me to help empower my "kababayan"....but it was not to be. Our life right now is so fast-paced that even eating is considered to be so much time-consuming...hence, the fast food where you can just order food, eat and leave as soon as you're done without any worries about the dishes, somebody's going to do it for you. We work very hard...

My bestfriend for so many years sent me and her circle this poem and I want to share this to everyone. I think both girls and boys have their own circle of friends, maybe this can help you show them how special they are to you. Thanks Ciela....here's to you and our years of friendship! GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE When I was little, I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, and then I started to become a woman. And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends. One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom. Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities. Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be. One friend will say, "Let's cry together," another, "Let's fight together," another, "Let's walk away together." O...

When talking about my passion for reading and my reading tastes, I always say that it is largely influenced by my Dad. When I started reading, it was love at first sight and since then I have not stopped reading. Some friends say I seemed to devour books because aside from the fact that I am never without one, I also read very fast. And most of the books I read are those that my Dad has read and recommended. I guess it’s because these are the books and authors I see at home. Once I graduated from the nursery and children's books, I went on to read Bobbsey Twins; I went on to read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys and realized I loved the mystery type books. The first fiction book from my Dad's that I read was the Godfather by Mario Puzo. And though I did not understand some of the terms, I was not hesitant about asking my aunt what they meant. There was a time that I read romance books like Mills and Boon, Harlequin and Silhouette books, in time I would return to the mystery, thri...

Sent by a friend: "But it's always you I run home to, take me back, take me home away from here back to where I am free" -"Los Banos" by Sugarfree Dalawang oras mula sa usok-infested streets of Metro Manila matatagpuan ang aking personal heaven dito sa mundo. Matanaw ko pa lang ang Mt. Makiling mula sa South Superhighway, kinikilig na ako. Wala naman akong girlfriend sa LB. Lalo nang wala ding boyfriend. Kahit ka-fling na pwedeng balikan, wala naman akong pupuntahan. Pero yung feeling pwede mong itulad sa pagpunta mo sa bahay ng mahal mo matapos ang isang buwang walang pag-uusap o pagkikita. Nasa LB ang org ko, pero hindi naman kami close ng mga orgmates, actually parang iwas pa nga sila sa kin e. Nandito sa Metro Manila ang mga kaibigan ko. Nasa Pasig ang pamilya ko. Wala naman akong ancestral roots sa Los Banos. Mayroon lang talagang hindi maintindihang connection sa pagitan ko at ng napakagandang lugar na to. Bakit kaya ako napaibig sa Los Banos? Suspect :...