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