Here’s To The Six-Year-Old Me Crying The Entire Niagara Falls

Day 31, May 31st, Friday: A vivid memory

First off, I’m giving myself my biggest awkward hug for making it to the last day of this challenge. You too? Oopss. Come here. I’m giving away free hugs!! Anyway, this is pretty weird. This is the last day and I had a hard time choosing on what to write. I’ve got tons of memories I want to share and since it’s not memories  that’s written there, I’m giving only one of my earliest memories of my mom and I back when I was six years old during my supposedly first day of school.

Twelve years ago, my mom enrolled me to the nearest kindergarten within our barangay (more like village, but not really). At home I was the most excited kid in the universe. I remember not being able to sleep the night before. My mom talked to me way too seriously about how I should behave nicely in school and that I should try to get along well with the other kids. Then the most-awaited day came. We prepped up for my first day, thinking that everything would be okay. We finally went to the place and saw a considerable number of kids already there. The teacher called them for assembly as my mom went in front and tell her that I’m joining the class. They exchanged words, nods and smiles thinking that I can spend the afternoon all by myself without any hassle. When my mom was about to make her exit, it’s like I was poured a glass of icy cold water. I realized I couldn’t let her leave. Why? I DIDN’T KNOW. Until now, I don’t know. What I did was I held the hem of her duster and didn’t let go until she told me we’re going home. I CRIED THE ENTIRE NIAGARA FALLS. It involved sobbing, sobbing and sobbing.

That’s how my first day went. They tried sending me again the next day, but nothing changed. They just decided that I better enrolled directly to first grade by next year.

I am remembering it now. ― Liz Rosenberg, The Laws of Gravity


Twinnies forever!

Day 18, May 18th, Saturday: Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.

with my sister and btw, that's my favorite dress as a child

aren’t we cute???

Hi, reader! I hope you don’t mind if this is the second time I’m using this photo of my sister and I. Yesterday I posted something about my childhood and like what someone said, I might have a pool of memories several years ago to choose from, and she’s pretty right about that. My life is filled with memories — both good and bad, and this girl I’m with in this photo plays a significant part in all those things.

Meet my pretty and crazy sister. She’s Joan. I have five siblings, and she’s the person I’m closest with. Because of our two year age difference, my mom treats us like we’re both in the same age. She’s enthusiastic about buying us clothes with the same style, just different colors.  People often thought we’re twins, though I don’t see the point. I’m taller and well, you can just see it for yourself. We were partners in crime and after all these years, we still are.

I’ve got a million stories to tell, and not all of them are really worth remembering. I guess I must stick with this list. This is difficult, sort of. I just want to reminisce our everyday schedule of playing. I just realized how good actresses we were at an early age!! This is funny, but I can still clearly remember what we usually play those days.

There was a time when we spent a whole day playing non-stop. This list consists of the things we did.

  • We even had a story line! So the story went like this. We act like we were friends stranded in a forest (like the ones you see in film). It was indeed a perfect timing since it’s raining cats and dogs! All our stuffed toys were gathered and we treat them as our kids. We even named ourselves differently. Our made-up car was the wood that’s firmly situated near the stairs. We weren’t thinking how dangerous that was. Of course we were playing when no one was looking, or our mom would scold us. We spoke like we had a script, and we always made sure the story wouldn’t end without a perfect ending. Those parts, I can no longer remember.
  • We were avid fans of Naruto when it was first aired in the Philippine TV. There was a scene where Ino and Sakura were in a battle and we both liked Sakura, and it took us long to decide whether it’s she or I who will play her role. Being the older one, I let her be Sakura. If you’re familiar with that anime, you’re pretty much aware how the characters are training to be ninjas. Just imagine how exhausted we were after every battle! My mom was always yelling whenever we were jumping upstairs, and she’s terrified that the light bulb might explode anytime. (the ceiling of our house there was wood)
  • Another anime we’re huge fans of is the Keleido Star. That’s about a girl whose dream was to be a famous acrobat, particularly a trapeze flyer! I tried to mimic what she’s doing. Being the ever resourceful that I am, I used our stairs as the trapeze. There was a part there where I can put my fingers, and voila! Instant trapeze. I swayed to and fro, to and fro, then… I fell butt first. Ouch, isn’t it? We even performed Swan Lake. Awkward.
  • There was also a time when we played mermaids. We used all the blankets we owned as our tails and my mom arrived home glaring at us like we’ve killed someone. Her dear blankets were caked with dirt.
  • I wouldn’t forget our mini cash register, paper dolls, brick games, little kitchen sets, fish catcher, etc.

These are just some. Today’s challenge says story, but sorry I couldn’t help it. DFTBA!

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child. — Barbara Alpert

Beat the heat!

I live in a country where it feels like summer everyday, so just imagine how every human being here is pissed because of the heat.  But that doesn’t mean pools and beaches are all out of the topic. My family didn’t have a plan of going somewhere this summer at first. Going out is definitely something out of the checklist. It means intense battle with the weather and perspiration to the extreme. We prefer staying at home and enjoying the luxury of the air-conditioning. You must be wondering why we went here. Haha. This mini resort is just inside the village and being the lazy people that we are, we went there.


what photography? wolf time!


serene, isn’t it?


hey, I’m Tris Prior!!


love being with them

Too bad my sister has this skin problem and the pool water isn’t so friendly to her skin. Oh well prevention is better than cure.

We were excited but absolutely in a state of euphoria. If you noticed, I rarely use the tag happiness; and I used it in this post! *applause*. No matter how annoying they are at times, you can’t just stay mad at them for long. That’s love, I guess? If that’s how it feels like. One fact. Summer isn’t just about being able to rest in a way that you’ll get to escape from everything and go somewhere far away. Sometimes, it’s simply being with the people who truly make you think that home isn’t a correctional facility and that you can still feel serene at all cost. This is one of the reasons why I love being at home. Yes, there are family issues and dramas but there are no people and works from school that will add up to your stress. Even just reading a good book plus a pizza can make you feel like you’re the happiest human being with a beating heart in the whole-wide world. I just love my family so much and I can’t imagine a place without them. I am starting to get overly cheesy. why is that idk ohmyyyy 😉

My brown skin turned into a toasted (sorta) meat and enrollment for our summer class will be tomorrow. Classes start the day after tomorrow. WHO CARES ABOUT MY SUNBURN? NO ONE SO THEY BETTER DEAL WITH THAT. HAHA

Until next time! Bye, stranger! DFTBA, always.

“What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn’t just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger.” – Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

Remembering What Inspiration Is

On that day
In bed I lay
You said I was a gift
With no BUTs and IFs

You gave me a name
And that stays the same
I face life without fears
‘Cause I’m with you for so many years

I’ve learned many things
In which life brings
You are always there
You show me that you care

Through thick and thin,
To you I always lean
Thanks for everything
Because of you I can now do anything

Note: I wrote this more than three years ago and I feel lucky that I found this file. The original work was made up of twenty lines; but the rhyme scheme faltered on the remaining four so I deleted the lines.

Meet Stargirl.


Like what I have mentioned in my last post, I badly want to learn playing the guitar and tadaaa! I used my Sherlock Holmes skill to find a classy one. I didn’t search anything pink on purpose but this designer guitar brand popped out of nowhere and dang it. It’s so pretty and classy and dainty that the second I laid my eyes on it, I knew very well this is what I really want. A few weeks back I visited the shop and good thing the ever-friendly staff said he can order a new stock since there’s only one remaining, and it’s the one on display. And earlier I got the chance to get her!! Finally. I named her Stargirl. I don’t know if you know her but she’s my favorite literary character. She’s someone I really look up to. I just remember she usually brings a ukulele in school and sings to someone who’s celebrating his birthday on that day. Not that I’m gonna sing to anyone but I just want to honor her. *winks*           


Included in the package are strap (I don’t have an idea how to attach), sticker set (I don’t have any plan to put them on her), a bar (no idea on this one as well) and a CD for a few tutorial for beginners. (which I very much need)


more sparkly than edward cullen lmao

They’re saying it’s a piece of cake learning this instrument but I don’t know. I’ve got so much to learn and I’m not so sure of I can finish my reading challenge this summer. Excuse my face but I was too thrilled that I tried watching the CD right away. Everyone at home seemed to understand the excitement that I’m feeling that they didn’t mind if our bed looked like it was ransacked. Plastics, cameras, the sticker sheet, etc were scattered. Changing my clothes was something that didn’t occur to me right then and there. I was holding Stargirl for quite a while and my sister together with her sarcastic snide comment was like “I can see you are NOT excited. You even named it like a real person.” Asking a few friends that know very well this instrument was also something I was busy doing earlier. They advised that I print out the chords and just practice. I did the former and when I was all set on printing it, I realized we ran out of ink. It’s like the printer is saying, hey maybe you wanna rest and just print the goddamned paper first thing in the morning. That’s what I’ll definitely do. My memorization skills will be put into test, I guess. With all these chords, strumming and whatnot, I’m just so excited I can’t even think properly. LMAO. Stargirl is just too perfect for me. 🙂

Dear Bro,

I just wanna thank You for this day. Oh well, every single day. I had so much fun with my mom and mommy T. It was exhausting, yes, but also very enjoying. Even though we just did the usual routine, it’s something to be thankful for. I’ve got nothing to do but smile these days. I feel so blessed. I feel so unworthy and yet You never fail to bless me with so much gifts. These people, material or immaterial things. I just find this awesome. Sorry if I’m not in my most articulate but I swear I’m indeed very thankful. No matter how I feel so worthless and shitty at times, You’re always there. Last week it felt like everything had been thrown on me but You pretty much showed me that I should just strive to be a better me and everything else will follow. Thank YOU. ❤

DFTBA! (though there’s no need for a reminder ’cause You always are)

Until next time!! DFTBA!

PS: Happy cake day to my niece, though she’s not always nice to me. I wish her all the best. xx

“Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough.” 
― Garrison Keillor, Leaving Home

New Year Celebration

January 1, 2013

We usually spend New Year’s Eve at home and this year, a new member joined us — my nephew. His dad, who happened to be my brother, brought him and her mom to spend the holiday with us this year. Baby Yuan just celebrated his birthday last December and it’s his second new year but first time to be with us in an occasion like this. He was confined last year when he was still a few days old. He isn’t your normal baby who at one year old can crawl. His cerebellum wasn’t fully developed that’s why we have to take good care of him even more. He just stayed here for two days but it felt like we’ve been with him for years. I miss him.

When the clock struck 12 midnight, my nieces, sister and I screamed our throats out together. Out of fun, we jumped. As silly as it sounds, we did. That’s because of that saying about how someone can gain height by actually jumping when the clock hits 12. We stuffed ourselves with the usual. Times like that wouldn’t be complete without the stories everyone has experienced.

Later that day, we went to Taguig to visit our relatives. We have this yearly gathering at my aunt’s house and we’re used to staying there the whole day. We sang our hearts out, took pictures together, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. As always, there are annoying relatives but I guess there are things in life that even though no matter how those things annoy us, we’ll remember them when they’re gone. It’s better to enjoy something while it’s still there.

2013, I’m betting on you.

New year. New blog.

I decided to move here from tumblr because a lot of people have known my former blog and I felt like my personal space was invaded. Unlike there, it’s more serene here. Nobody knows and nobody will ever know. This will be a new place for me to vent my feelings, say whatever I want without the fear of being judged by anyone.      Continue reading