I wouldn't have guessed it. I doubt if she would have. But we have come a long, long way and shared too many memories for our friendship to be broken by time, distance, or even personal differences. People who had known us about nine years back wouldn't have expected us to grow close. For one, both of us were too quiet to even say "hi" to each other. I was the silent rebel and she was the overprotected. But things along the way made us click. Just like that, in a second, when we started talking, we knew we would be friends for life. Today is her birthday. And I wish I could be there to celebrate with her. Unfortunately, right now, all I can do is fill myself with memories of my best friend with whom I used to eat, drink, cry, laugh with.... etcetera... recuerdas de mi mejora amiga. 21 Fun Memories with Naomi Through Pictures Foolin' around right after church service One of the rare serious shots of the day Historic Day.  The day NCC's youth ministry

I know, I know! Don't nag me. This post is long overdue and I'm once again doing the mistake of abandoning my blog until I forget about it. But no, you're wrong. I'm not abandoning it and I'm definitely not forgetting it... not after five years of maintaining this humble little diary of mine. Anyway, I was supposed to write this post about two months ago and this was supposed to be a book review of Stephenie Meyer's latest book T he Short Second Life of Bree Tanner . Unfortunately, because of my busy schedule (oh no, I was not really busy :-) I just had some other things to do...), I decided to shelf this little task. Until, I found myself reading 5 more books and I felt really obligated to write reviews for each one of them. But that task is really tedious and boring. Plus, I don't want this blog to be just about books because this is about life, love, movies, music, sports, dreams... all about my fantasies and the realities that surround them.

Everything is not what it seems to be. This phrase always come to mind whenever I read a thriller-suspense book or watch my favorite action series – 24. Heroes become villains and villains become heroes in no time in the world of fiction. And although sometimes the situations that stories present are unbelievable, they certainly support a not-so-bad idea that we probably could seriously take to heart. Do not judge the book by its cover, how ever a cliché it could be, is a more common way to put the statement we could probably only relate to fiction. Like onions have layers, the personality of man have complexities that certainly not all men have the ability to understand. Sometimes, we even have misconceptions about our own selves! And without doubt, each person has a different opinion about someone else. Perhaps because of the open-minded education that I was blessed to have, I was able to accept that each individual is uniquely made as early as when I was in high school. I underst

We had just finished our pictionary sessions for that day when Manang startled us with a shocking news. Immanuel, or Iman as what we usually call him, the only nephew we have, was rushed to the hospital earlier that day. We were kind of late for the news as my eldest sister, Grace, only left an offline message to my other sister's (Nanette) yahoo account.  It was not really a cause of alarm for me at first as I knew that Ate is some kind of paranoid sometimes. She worries a lot and I thought that she overestimated the gravity of the situation.  Manang decided to call Ate though it was already around 4am Philippine time. I was only listening, something that I usually do as I'm not good in communicating affection to family members, or to anyone if I may say (but it doesn't mean that I don't care. I do, I really do care.) She first told us about the situation, that Iman was suffering from a disease worse than pneumonia, that his lungs were dirty, and that air could

Once upon a time, when I was heartbroken and wasn't coping up well, my close friend Delna made me listen to this song. I can no longer remember the conversation that transpired between us but it was something about the purpose of what I was going through then. I opened up to her and she uplifted my spirit. She told me that what I was going through was just a small part of a grander plan; that God will use that experience to point me to the right direction and to the right person. The first time I heard the song, I loved it immediately. The melody and the lyrics were beautiful and its entirety totally described what I believed in. So now, as I had planned months before, I'm singing this song to the one I love. :-) If you want to listen to the song, please click on the play button of the MP3 player at the right. God Blessed the Broken Road Rascal Flatts I set out on a narrow way, many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a tim

I am such a moody writer. Everything I write has a direct effect on my emotions and my emotions dictate everything I write. Oh well, I don't really call myself a "writer". I just love to write. Most of the time though, I change subjects and I change styles in the middle of a lengthy article because I realize that what I am writing is not working. In the end, I could not finish. A lot of unfinished themes have been stuck in my laptop for months! Some of them have been there for years. This one is an example. I have never planned of writing this. I just got the idea because I changed the subject too many times that I got tired of thinking what to write anymore. All I wanted to do was to post one article on this blog of mine and I didn't care what post it was. My only motive was to revive this old diary, which has long become dormant. Writing is very easy to do when you are in an emotional high (and maybe low). Unlimited number of words pops out of your mind that your

I can still remember my first few weeks in Dubai. Engrossed by the indifference that wrapped my whole being, it took a long time before I finally realized that I would be staying in a faraway place for a relatively long time. And when homesickness finally struck me, there was never a day that I did not wish of being home. The memory is still vivid in my head. I was riding a bus full of strangers where the only female specie was myself. ‘I would remember this day,’ I told myself. ‘When I get home I would remember this very moment, the very first time that I planned to go home’ Though at first it was so hard for me to adjust, I gradually considered this city to be my second home. For a number of reasons, I was able to achieve the peace of mind that I have always wanted. I was free and calm. I was happy even though I was tired. I experienced all kinds of pressures and stress but still I was happy… to the point of not wanting to go back home. At the back of my mind, I knew that I sti