Posts Tagged ‘love’


When Love calls you Home

October 7, 2016

A likely reunion on a rainy day.



For Maika and JP (March 27, 2005, October 6, 2016)

Have an awesome trip to paradise you two!



August 3, 2016

Hello August!

So what went down last week.

Bukid kick off

Went up to Michelle’s farm and stayed for the day. Chilled, hiked for a bit and had some incidental digital detox because there was no signal there (haha).



This and Risa’s cansi FTW!

What’s awesome with the farm’s area is that it includes a 20 minute hike to this hidden treasure.

And nice that the fam and some friends put up these signs along the way.

This is part of the Lunao sulfur river. Entry point is on private property and the owners decided to not keep it open to public to preserve this precious gem. It used to be open and shared to everyone but sadly lots of irresponsible tourists would leave their trash behind.

Portiko Trivia Night

First time to go and it was so much fun! Good brain exercise.

Team R-18! We’ve to stock up knowledge for next Wednesday.


Check out Portiko Cafe & Lounge

Eat like a Viking

Celebrated with family before flying to Manila, us August celebrants 🎉 Yay for free buffet!

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My loves!

Check out Vikings SM City Bacolod.

Manila bound

Originally my flight out was 9am but Cebu Pacific moved it to 1pm.


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Flight was 3 hours delayed and I was stuck in Manila traffic for 4 freakin hours. Hell.

Had late dinner at Gringos with Jobelle, mojitos and lights off by 12 midnight.

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Happy birthday Surf trip

Road trip to Zambales to catch us some waves. First time to try surfing. Left Makati round 4:30am, arrived Crystal Beach 9ish, I think. Way to north was so picturesque and I made super cool new friends.

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Such an awesome day to go to the beach, weather was great!

Who’s under your table?

They make surfing look so easy but it’s really exhausting! So got out of the water, bought me some beer and chilled on the beach. Perrrfect.

Sunset sesh.

Check out Crystal Beach in Zambales. The place is really nice, the instructors are so friendly and accommodating and the resort’s rates are affordable too.

Got back to Taguig around almost 10pm and had late dinner at Burgers and Brewskies (always) with this bunch. I just can’t miss their burgers, sorry.

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Home bound

Brunch at Locavore. The food is soooo good!

And off to go find some Pokemons (lol). This craze.

Grabbed coffee with these crazies before my flight. Sooooo bitin! I wish I could extend another week haha!

Amazingly traffic wasn’t bad, my flight was only delayed 30 minutes. Super awesome birthday week!





I feel the love! This from my friends and colleagues when I got back to work.





Kids’ day out

July 4, 2016

Instead of throwing a party, me, my sister and her husband decided to take the kids to theme parks in Manila for Lily’s 2nd birthday.


July 1 – MNL Bound

All set! So many firsts for these kids.

From the airport we went straight to Enchanted Kingdom.


Nice that we still got to avail of the weekday rate plus government discount plus student discount.



















Happy birthday Lily!

Enchanted Kingdom rates here.


We had Lily’s birthday dinner at Mandarin Sky complete with birthday cake and Tagalog birthday song (haha).


July 2

Mark took the boys to buy car parts up at Banawe and had them try Mamonluk.


Then we met up with fam for Lily’s birthday lunch,

And went to Dreamplay at the City of Dreams in the afternoon.




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Tired chipmunk (haha).






Dreamplay rates here.

Sneaked in a couple of slots at the Casino while the kids were playing (lol).

Dinner with fam at Dampa and went home at exactly midnight.


July 3 – HOME

Our flight was supposed to be at 5:30pm but was very very lucky to be chance passengers for the noon flight. Yay!



Such a great weekend! Kids really enjoyed, weather was really good, flight was a bit bumpy but we all got home safe and in one piece. Thank you God, thank you universe and Happy Birthday Princess!







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January 19, 2016

Social media at its finest: catering to the laziest of human beings via dating apps. No offense to those that actually found their soulmates on Tinder or Ok Cupid. These dating apps have become such a trend now because, well, it’s convenient.

Inspiring story – a friend of mine introduced me to one of the dating apps she’s used after she met her now boyfriend via the app. She’s a single mom too and on this dating app, she met someone who’s totally into her, maybe even in love with her, her having a kid and all and not only that, bonus: the guy is also good looking. He’s from Australia and after months of chatting and video calling, the guy decided to come to the Philippines so they could finally meet. They hit it off big time. Us friends also got to meet the boyfriend and he’s really nice, awfully nice. Now, they’re set to be engaged, planning to marry next year and move to Australia. Sounds too good to be true? But yeah, it did happen.

So me, bored as hell as usual, downloaded the app just to see how these dating apps work, I guess. You put in a username, think of something catchy or unique and post a very pretty version of you or maybe just a picture of your red hair and fill in sarcastic nonsense on your bio. Set up your Instagram on public because you don’t really post pictures on Facebook (sometimes even linking your about me to your blog just for traffic haha). You’re actually quite being a salesman here, selling your product (yourself) to potential “customers.” And after you’ve set up your account, you’re greeted with a surge of faces of men you’ve to scroll through.

I’ve come across all sorts of men although I’ve never met any of them for real. I’m not sure I’m up for that. All types, such as:

Perverts (mostly perverts, god there’s a ton of these on dating apps) where they message you and send a picture of their dick and asking you to sext? I mean really, that fast or just desperate? Welcome to loserville.

Racists, like when they see your pretty picture and they message you and make small talk but since they didn’t read your profile, they find out later on you are Filipino and they are like “Ah no, I’m not sending you money” or “You are not getting a green card through me,” I mean seriously, what the fuck? Like I need your money? I don’t.

Then there’s the occasional delusional, some are not even on the criteria you set. They shower you with all sorts of fantasy, they make you feel special, talk to you like you’re a queen and tell of building an empire and shit and ask you to get married. And you’ve talked for less than 24 hours. It’s quite funny actually.

There’s also these annoying, gross looking locals. Don’t you get that I’m just not interested? I mean you could have combed your hair, got a haircut or got your cavity-stricken teeth to the dentist. Please.

There’s also the wannabe mysterious guy aka creepy. He doesn’t have a clear picture of himself, no clear profile, doesn’t tell you what he does, nada. Just asks all sort of things about you. I mean, dude, what are you trying to get at?

But it’s not all that bad. I’ve made quite a few friends (I’d like to believe they are friends), friends who actually make sense and it’s good to talk to someone about interesting stuff like culture, astronomy, aliens, human evolution, Mars. Some of them, you have a deeper connection, them being able to listen to your rants. It’s nice talking to these type of strangers, they’re like your best friend, only different. They give you non-biased advice and they also don’t judge. Well I guess because whatever they know about you is just through the thread of conversation you have. They know you on what you decide to let them know. And they too, show a little part of them and you start to build a totally different world apart from reality that only fit the both of you.

I’m not looking to be in a relationship, I’ve got my hands full on so much more important things so I’m not really sure what I was doing on those dating apps besides curiosity and maybe boredom. I guess, sometimes you just fall in love with the idea of being in love. The attention, the “making you feel special” feeling, the pointless conversations, even the random questions like “do you like pancakes” or “does your apartment have a view” or “why’s your couch purple” that somehow make it close to being normal and familiar and real. I think it’s okay to daydream sometimes.

I’ve actually met someone who I really connected with, he’s inspired most of the poetry I’ve written recently. He’s taught me a lot of things about life and survival and the guy’s funny too. He’s like my girl friend, like I could bitch about work or the wrong size of the dress I purchased online and he’d give me all these chuckle stickers, I could tell about random stuff that goes on my day, laugh about dogs on treadmills trying to cheat on the workout or that squatty potty video of rainbow unicorn poop, comfortable to the point of humiliating myself by singing songs off key. But then let’s be real, this social media platform–your world is boxed around a five-inch screen. It would have been different if you were facing each other, talking over a cup of coffee. After months, you just run out of things to talk about. Maybe because you really don’t know each other on a more personal level even if you’ve already exchanged personal experiences, even talking about heartache and other serious stuff. I don’t know. But it eventually happens, you will reach that point. Just like when a couple falls out of love, you just run out of things to say.

What I’m pointing at is these dating apps, you can’t really find love here if you’re really searching for love or romance. Temporary maybe, yes. That fairy tale fantasy of having found “the one.” Well, at least that’s how I feel. I mean you just don’t get to choose a face with a really interesting profile and make real a daydream. It takes more than just a set of words. It takes intimacy. Like how his rough hands feel on yours when you finally hold, even the energy emancipated from the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seat when you go out for a drive. It’s different when you get to know a person in a more tangible manner, seeing up close how his pupils dilate when he gets embarrassed or how his nose twitch when passing a flower shop displaying chrysanthemums because he’s allergic. It’s just different.

This love thing, it’s not fast food. The ugly part is those who take part or join these dating apps are somehow reduced to the likes of commodities wherein someone (or you) picks out what’s easy on their eyes and suits their taste.

So yeah, in my opinion, (others may think otherwise), these dating apps tend to sensationalize love or romance because it’s convenient. It’s also some sort of instant gratification, validating your feelings of being attractive when you have notifications of mutual likes (yay! would you believe somebody actually likes me!) and lessens the fear of rejection because you wouldn’t really know who doesn’t like you.

But you are more than just a category or criteria on an app, you are more than just a pretty thumbnail. It’s somehow become a battle between reality versus the substitute we are confusing it with.

What’s sad is it’s very addicting (lol).




These are all just my opinion from personal experience, like some sort of social experiment maybe, I don’t know. It’s actually worked for two of my friends, one’s married, the other engaged. It may or may not work for others. And to date, I’ve deleted all those dating apps. 


Oh October

November 6, 2015

That month when family was almost complete.

First up, my cousin’s wedding. Just some random photos.


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Special thanks to:

HMUA – Jan Nicole Puentevella Uy
Coordination and Event Styling – May Lee Wedding and Events
Photography – Digital Arts Photography
Video – Yellow Light Studio
Cake – The Cake Room
Photobooth – Mike’s Photobooth
DJ – Leandro Zayco
Acoustic Band – Aire Band
Host – Dani Dingcong

Official Photos and Videos:

Digital Arts Photography:


Onsite Photo

Yellow Light Studio:

Engagement video


Next stop: chill at La Vista Highlands


La Vista Highlands Resort

Eco-Translink Hwy, San Carlos City, Negros Occidental

+639228680463 (Manilyn) or +639173216704 (Albert)

Next Stop: Dumsville! Haven’t set foot since God knows when and finally.. Was supposed to go whale watching in Oslob but weather did not permit us so we stayed in Dumaguete City instead.

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Last stop: Pura Vida, Dauin

That much needed beach escape.


And I’m missing my cousins and the rest of the fam already.






September 4, 2015

When I opened my Facebook account today, feeds about a drowned boy kept popping up. I know it’s click bait, but I clicked on the bait.

And I’ve been ugly crying here.

“A 3-year-old boy named Aylan Kurdi and his 5-year-old brother, Galip, were photographed face down in the surf Wednesday morning. They both reportedly died on a boat that capsized while carrying them to the Greek island of Kos. The brothers were attempting to reach Canada, where their aunt lives.” – BuzzFeed

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The images are so heartbreaking. I cannot even begin to think about my almost 2 year old boy experiencing the struggle from the violence this little Aylan must have faced in a place he supposedly called home, escaping and fleeing in terror, hopeless and cold in a tiny boat until it tragically capsized and he and his brother washed ashore to a foreign land, lifeless.

3 years old. It’s so unfair.

How privileged are my children for they do not know war or terror or starvation or death and they have the opportunity to laugh and play and learn. How fortunate are they to be sleeping in a warm bed at night and to wake in the morning and embrace another day of their young lives.

This too was little Aylan’s universal right. To wake up in the morning and greet the face of his family. To help himself to a sumptuous meal. To bask in the sun, play and get his hands dirty. To read nursery rhymes and fairytales. To learn how things work, how plants grow. To go to school and have friends. To grow up. To experience love and pain. To live.

All these taken away too soon because of selfish and heartless government and laws. We live in such a cruel world and at the expense of the innocent.

So tonight, after an eventful day at work or from wherever you are coming from, do a little extra. Shower your little one with kisses and hug him a little tighter. Appreciate that you have the TIME to watch their chests rise and fall when they sleep, to read to them, to sing to them. To see them learn to crawl and walk and jump and utter their first words, to call you Mama. To hear them cry and laugh. To look into their eyes, to hold their tiny hands. Express your love and be thankful.


How his story should have ended…

Photo source: Steve Dennis

And to the rest of the world, there’s something that needs to be done soon NOW. The urgency is palpable.

We don’t have to live in hate.




Love is Spelled T-I-M-E

July 23, 2015

Love is Spelled T-I-M-E

Love is wildly popular, in conversations and songs. Everyone believes in love, at least we think so. But believing is not a problem. It’s the doing.

How is love best described? Self-sacrifice might be the higher definition: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” (John 15:13). This thankfully gets us past warm feelings to costly actions. Dying for someone we love is the ultimate proof. What loving parent wouldn’t give his or her life for a child?

But as we break that life down into smaller increments, it is simply made up of time: minutes, hours, days, and years. We may be ready to sacrifice blood for our beloveds in times of crises, but not always our precious day-to-day time. We can imagine ourselves as the parent hero in some big screen moment, but can we also play a big part in the daily routine?

Time is the currency of all relationships. It’s precious because we all get only twenty-four hours per day. Once we spend an hour, we can’t recapture it—it’s gone forever. If we spend an hour or two with our children, we can’t spend those same hours on anything else. The hour is sacrificed for them. It’s gone.

Doing the math, 2 hours a day equals 14 hours a week, about 56 hours a month, which becomes 730 hours a year. Spread over 20 years, this means 608 full days, almost two years of our lives.

But it takes more than two hours a day to raise children. The average grade school child demands three to five hours a day. This isn’t even quality time; it’s just busy time.

An infant and toddler demand even more. Those early years are front-loaded with urgencies. The teens through the twenties have back-loaded demands in worry alone, over friends, dating, college or career, and other almost-adult choices. Going from worry to hurry to a slower “hang” time is costly.

Time, time, time is the high price of a loving parent, but who has time? Jan and I believed that if we invested our time heavily in our kids while young, we would give them a growing deposit from which to draw when they were older. It was a calculated risk we were willing to take.

Source: Mark and Jan Foreman (parents of Jon and Tim Foreman or Switchfoot) and David C Cook, Never Say No, Raising big-picture kids; please visit



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