christmas GD

michael buble, the canadian crooner, sings like he is 20 years older than his real age! very nice voice actually. next to josh groban, i would want to have a voice like his! im perpetually (that means everyday) listening to his renditions of i'll be home for christmas, grown-up christmas list, the christmas song, and white christmas the last two weeks. it's supposed to give you cravings for the holidays...but mine's a different story...im having GDs! i don't know, but i have this very weird feelings whenever the christmas season approaches.

i am supposed to be feeling very happy. my mom is spending christmas with us, the first time in seven years...i guess this is the effect of my longing for somebody. its been three years. i guess i'll have to count more years...

the bond that brothers :-)

i have four other brothers (i came in third). i grew up having to contend with my elders brothers' orders and my youngest brother's whines! Argh! i hated each and every time my kuyas would ask me to do something. they would sometimes ask me to sleep during the afternoon, which is the one thing i hated doing most then. i remember branding my youngest brother as a pest! we would fight everyday and mom would always scold us. being the youngest, i always thought that she was always on the side of my brother - and i resented it very much.

i seldom see my elder brothers now. probably family life, work, their own set of priorities, or some other mundane things in life have taken us away from one another. each and every of their visit to the house is such a holiday. a treat for me! their children are fantastic!

i still live with our youngest and still fight often...geeezz, some things never really change (ha!). he just recently got married and they are staying with us. his daughter is just so adorable. her smiles are everywhere at anytime of the day. one day soon they will leave and try to start to run their own household...i'll miss them (or maybe just the fights, hehehe)!

i miss all my siblings, my brothers, my only sister. i miss the crazy things that we do when we were still young. i miss calling them names when i hate them! hahaha! i miss the times when we get to equally fraction out a single chocolate bar...equally divided to six parts (my mom included, of course!), i miss stealing their shares in the fridge! hahaha!

while they are all moving on with their lives, i am here still stuck in the past...still hoping that one day (hope its not too soon) we will get to sit down, all five of us, and be the siblings we used to be...discussing stories of the past...you know, a life without its complications!

playgrounds

this has got to be one of the best views i've ever seen. do not be mistaken, this is not dakak or a beach resort in palawan or cebu. neither is this in bohol. this natural harbor is one of imelda marcos's favorite places in her native tacloban, leyte.

aptly called imelda's plaground, the place is cemented with pristine black sand that seemed to have been bejewelled with diamonds as it glitters under the fervent heat of the sun. the limestone formation, that from ages, stands witness to the clashes of the waves, and the luscious greens that cover the hills all add grandeur to a place serenely bewitching....captivating.

a child will never lose yearning for this place. i was a child again when i was there. it sent me shivers that nobody noticed and not even i could explain. this part of nature gave me a fresher perspective of how i should appreciate my country even more. it is most noteworthy to say that the philippines showcases playgounds like this...untapped, unspoiled, unparalleled...unmistakenly great...undeniably nature at its best.

bumps and bumpings

we sometimes fail to recognize how fortunate we are for being at the place we always wanted to be and for having the things within our reach. people come and go but others stay. i don't know why, but there are still a handful who will gladly stick it out with you no matter what.

i recently bumped into someone and the feeling was just too intense that i know this will get to somewhere. i am bad at predictions and sometimes worse in forging relationships. but this one is way too different. i can bet my month's salary (which is minute, by the way!) and my most precious possessions on this. why the certainty? because i'm giving something worth more than any material belongings that i possess...i am giving my thoughts, the little time that i have, and myself! sounds serious? well i guess i am!

the bumping may have been a little untimely as it came when i am about to explode and swear that i won't yield again. it may have been side-splitting (haha!) and surreal because of how it happened...but hey its nice! after all, fortunate accidents are what we sometimes wish to happen.