Wednesday, 29 July 2009


My husband joined a group at "friendsters" along with his old high school batch mates. It made him write treasured memories of his younger days. Of course I got inspired to remember mine, so here's the first part of "my rekindling" the past (lols).

My late Lola Meding took me to SLU girl's High and we went in to this office where she had a chat with this nun she knew. I heard her telling my grandmother that for sure they'll enlist me but I have to take the entrance exam for formality's sake.

San Jose High School was my second option and they conducted their entrance exam earlier than Girl's High. A week after I went with my Lola, my Stepmother gave me company to SJHS and we did not know, that very day was the schedule for their qualifying test.

Lining up nervously and unprepared, I joined the hundreds of examinees. Trying to calm down my worries of not making the exam, my thoughts were echoing, "If I will not pass this, I was really meant for Girl's High...".

Then there's this boy who is assisting our group(about 50 students per room). I was thinking, "He is young to be a teacher. Is he really one?". Point blank, he was cute! And before I opened my test book, I made up my mind where to go for my secondary schooling.

My dad and Lola were quite disappointed when I told them I'm not taking the exam at SLU. If they had known it was because of this boy whom I have later known as a Senior student by the name of Lolito Igualdo Jr, they'd probably faint(falling on the floor at the same time). And yeah, "double faint" because I didn't know, Lolito's father is my Dad's first cousin from my Lola Meding's side... to be continued....

Wednesday, 22 July 2009


The theme of the 12th International Festival of Sand Sculptures is "The Inferno", the first part of Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy. This year the 18 participating artists recruited by Richard Varano will compete by reproducing the scenes, mythological figures, and the most famous characters from this immortal tale, enriched with spectacular sets. With sand, the figures of Charon, Paolo and Francesca, the terrible Cerberus, Count Ugolino and so many others will take form.

The visitor will make the Dantean journey through the circles of Hell until exiting... continue reading here: Dante's Inferno at the 2009 International Festival of - Jesolo Events

Photo credits to Musashiboogie. (Click image to enlarge)

Saturday, 18 July 2009


If this blog has a mind of it's own, it had already confronted me - big time! How could I have missed it's second year of "absorbing" my everything - from my joys to pains, my doltishness to make believes. A good listener too, regardless of how nauseous and repetitious all the malady of discontent I threw in.

Just like any other person whom we always take for granted. People we give less care, as to how they feel, because we're always confident they'll always be there(sounds like a song hehehe). Sometimes we forget they'd be the first person or the only one at that, who'll hold our hand when those dying breath are.... HEY, CUT "ME" OFF, WILL 'YA! All I was suppose to write is I missed this blog's SECOND YEAR ANNIVERSARY(Geeezzwizzz) .

I happened to be reading my old posts and came across this page:
FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY dated June 16 of 2008. It doesn't call for a celebration, I may say, but it should have. It had helped me, in a way, to stay sane even though laughing at yourself is not sane at all hahaha...

I'm sorry my BLOG. Belated 2nd year of "attempting to recount"...

Thursday, 16 July 2009


Yes to change!

Wednesday, 15 July 2009


This is my sister's first piece in her newly created site, Julenica’s Blog.

Wow!!This is it! I am actually posting a blog. I have always wanted to publish one but I was afraid some might laugh at my grammar and other things that an insecure person would think. But after calling my dad this morning, I’m inspired to write. This is my first entry so, this “should” be good.Haha!

Actually, I have already posted it this morning. But, because of my ignorance in blogging, I have saved it somewhere and I spent so many hours searching where it is. So, I have to write another one..huh!!!

You can’t imagine what I've been through just by writing it. And now, I have to start it all over again. Going back with my dad, well you see, I was not really comfortable with my dad when I was a kid because I grew up with my grandma not until she died.

I can feel that my dad was really trying to reach out to me but I was so aloof. I only became really close to him when I was in college. He’s a great dad, i can’t say otherwise. He is selfless when it comes to his family. Today is his birthday.

Lets see, I have given him a shirt last year, another shirt to his last-last birthday hmmm…I guess I had always given him a shirt.. Why didn’t I notice that?

And now, I was not able to send one. But even if I hadn’t, I know that my dad is happy and contented with my gift this time. It is the best gift a child could ever give. I just said, “happy birthday dad a, take care of yourself” and repeated it many times because I can’t think of other things to say. And before passing the phone to my sister, with my surprise i just said, “I Love You dad”. There was a long pause before he said it too.

I know that he was surprised with what I have just said because ever since, I have never said these words to him and that’s what hurts me most. Although he knows how I love him, I have never actually said it.

My tears kept on pouring after that call. I felt so bad because for all these years, why only now? But, at the same time thankful that at least, I have said it rather than haven’t said it at all. Now I know, I have given him my greatest gift.

Saturday, 11 July 2009


"I'm 65 now", my Daddy said after I greeted him on the phone a while back. Then uttered, "Lakayen ti taon (I'm already old...)". But "defensively" added, "Ngem (but), I'm still young and strong!".

I should have told him, "Nobody's doing interrogation here hahaha...".

Okay garud Dad, in my book, you're always "young and strong".

Here is the song I've heard from many people singing it to my father. His friends, siblings, constituents etc.. Its only now that I have read the lyrics by heart. So beautiful, I didn't know:

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Friday, 10 July 2009


Let me just talk randomly as I can't organize my thoughts lately. This is probably my hundredth attempt to start writing again. You know that thing in the movies when a character had a trauma and would soon struggle to conquer whatever fears he had from it? Like he was drowned, lived and tries to swim again. Well, I'm having them right now (I guess). Except that I don't know what I'm afraid of or was there any fear at all to start with hehehe...

After being robbed with euros in our attempt to salvage our old PC, we ended up with a laptop. But, that was after keeping my impassivity with the pleasures of technology. Then had later made me hate, just by thinking, that computer had become a necessity in our home. The four of us, including our two year old son, are becoming "net junkies".

Not that I'm enumerating my excuses for not logging in but I'm afraid, I'm feeling the "signs" of aging now. 3 weeks ago, I was looking at my hand from a distance of 10 inches, it was blurred or cloudy and I have to squint to keep my eyes open with out hurting them. Then I went to get a book and tried to read the words with the same distance and I can't really see the letters clearly. But if I put the book further or a foot away, I'm able to read the letters well.

I cried, as usual, and pictured how my Dad is trying to figure out the Headline on his newspaper while waiting for his reading glasses to be handed to him. Then I remembered my Lola Meding when she used to tell me not to read when the lights are dim. So is her back slapping as she tries to correct my posture.

Speaking of eyes, mine are, as of now, racing to bed leaving me to finally punch "post" for this piece.

Meanwhile, find time to watch this short movie below and hope to see you again tomorrow.

Ooops one more thing, let me say my apologies to those who keep on coming back to check on this site and find nothing. I hope I'll start updating regularly(pray for me hehehe...).

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