Healed?

Wounds leave scars. Scars would remain for the rest of your life.

But how about the other type of wound? Do they leave scars?

How long do they heal? How would you know that it has healed?

Is it when you no longer cry over the pain? Is it when you feel nothing when you see the person who caused you pain? Is it when you have forgotten about the pain?

How?

I still cry. I still feel the pain.

I have not fully recovered.

I have not moved on

I have not forgiven.

The End Of A Summer Affair

Who? Me?

Oh no! Not mine but my son's summer affair.

They said he was too young. I said there's no harm in trying. If it makes him happy then why not?

I wont mislead you more. I am talking about Lance's Summer Stepping Stones Class.

He puts an act everytime he sees his bag and pretends he's leaving for school.

L: Bye Mommy. (waves his hand and carries his back pack) I am going to school na.

That made me think that he was ready so I asked for Hubby's approval and enrolled him. We even had school hunting before that. When we found a school that we liked (facilities, location, teachers, not to mention that the directress was a UPian - I know I am clannish!) we enrolled him and prepared for his summer classes.

The first week went well, surprisingly. He wakes up early and dresses up enthusiastically for school. He followed a routine. We followed a routine religiously. I loved it. I loved it because I have been trying to let him follow a routine but I know it cant be unless I will stop working and be a SAHM.

Sadly after 2 weeks his interest diminished. It was harder to wake him up. He had tantrums and wouldn't want to dress into schoolwear, just pajamas, after every bath. That was our cue that it was ending.

I called the directress and informed her about Lance. She hopes to see him next summer though. I will definitely enroll him there not because the directress is UPian but because I liked the school.

This is where the summer affair ends. And here are the keepsakes of that love affair:

Addicted to Boys

Pardon me for the picture overload.

Boys Over Flowers that is. Who could resist these good looking guys?

This Korean version of Hana Yori Dango was ok in most of the episodes but I didn't enjoy it much towards the end. Seems to me they were trying to fast track the story.

All in all I liked this better than Meteor Garden. This version was "easy" to the heart.

Oh by the way, I love Goo Joon Pyu!

Great Moms

For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain

For truth that will never change

For someone to lean on
For a heart I can rely on through anything

For that one who I can run to...

For a shield from the storm

For a friend, for a loveto keep me safe and warm

I turn to you

Today we celebrate the greatness of moms all over the world.

I was lucky to have met a lot of wonderful mothers in my life.

For one there's my Nanay - she's simply the greatest! I wish I had her calm disposition and composure. From her I learned what a mother's love should be. Her love has made me passionate, responsible and independent.

My Lola A is my other mom. She's my paternal grand mother. She treated me like a princess - until now! Her love taught me to be simple despite her lavish show of affection.

Another mom in my life is Mama, my mother-in-law. Her love was nurturing.

Different moms, different kind of love but they were all great moms.

Happy mothers day to all mommies!

Calm

Everything is calm after the storm.

It was raining hard the whole day yesterday. I think Metro Manila was on storm signal number 1 yesterday. Thank God it was only signal number 1 here because Emong hit hard in Northern Luzon specifically Dagupan City.

Yesterday while I was out for an errand I was already thinking of spending my Friday (which is Today) in bed. I thought it will still continue to rain hard today but when I woke up everything was so still. No sound of the pouring rain and the wind. That was my sign. I knew it even before looking out of the window that the Emong is gone.

I was still in denial. Without looking out of the window I turned on the tv to check on the weather and their it was – the confirmation that I needed, Emong is already leaving the country. I was a bit disappointed.

While I was having breakfast, the calmness I felt when I woke up this morning kept on coming back. It lingered. Is my life really chaotic for me to appreciate such brief moment of calmness?

Nine Years

It was not a walk in the park but it wasn't a roller coaster ride either.

I'm so blessed to have him who always makes sure that everything will be alright.

He never let go of my hand even if it meant he has to sacrifice things to keep holding on.

Happy Anniversary Ney...today we shall celebrate not for the year that has passed but for the years to come.

Pilipino Ang Lahi Ko

Yesterday the world stopped for the greatest fighter in the world, Manny Pacquiao.

We were driving along the slopes of Baguio with the radio tuned to AM frequency to monitor Pacman's fight when my mother in law asked us who our bet was. It didn't surprise me that all of them wanted Hatton to win. I was the only one cheering for Pacman (although few minutes before the fight started my father-in-law declared that he has changed is mind so that makes 2 bets for Pacman. Lance was supposed to be pro Pacman but since he's is a minor his vote didn't count!).

I was outnumbered but outside the four walls of the van we were riding I know millions were rooting for Pacman. So after 2 rounds (which is kinda bitin) he did not disappoint his fans – he never did. I was smiling at Hubby and said “ See I told you!” Hubby was lucky I didn't agree that we will bet a month's salary or else he will be poor for the rest of the month. Ha ha ha

I am a fan of Pacman – the boxer (let's make this clear – the boxer NOT the action star, not the commercial model and most especially not the singer!). I have been watching his fights since he started his boxing career through the TV show “Blow by Blow”. Thanks to poor programming of channels in our province before, I was forced to watch this very physical sport with my Tatay and my brother. Looking back, he was stick thin but there were already signs that he will be great.

I will always be a fan of Pacman – the boxer, because he is a picture of perseverance. It may sound cheesy but he if you try to know more of his life he has shown that someone from down there could rise up and become great through perseverance and discipline. He loved his profession and so boxing loved him back. This may not be true to all but Pacman has given hope to the masses, that someday, somehow, they will rise and conquer all the difficulties they are facing.

I will always be a fan of Pacman because he is a bisdak and most of all he is a Filipino. Let us be happy and be proud that a Filipino has achieved so much and has shown the world that we are not just a third world country but a country of great fighters. As Pacman's song goes “ Pilipino, Pilipino ang lahi ko.”

Let us be proud to be Filipino. Let us be proud of Pacman.

Home

This place I call home...

You see the first rays of the sun with the Pacific in your horizon.

Now you know why I always want to go home.