tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21594706781715409212024-09-25T09:22:34.395+08:00No glass slippers. No Prince Charming. Just a maid chasing after dust bunnies and a pumpkin.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159470678171540921.post-57460974490180045292011-10-18T12:14:00.001+08:002011-10-18T12:14:50.029+08:00

Dear Sis, Thanks for sharing this with me.  I got a little teary-eyed, because that's how one normally gets when a loved one is happy.  All I can say is, claim God's happiness.  I won't say 'your' because man is naturally selfish and emotions inevitably get in the way of a sound and noble mind.  Claim His happiness because He is happily looking after yours.  "

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Colossians 1: 16 (NET) For all things in heaven and on earth were created by him--all things, whether visible or invisible, whether thrones or dominions, whether principalities or powers--all things were created through him and for him. It's all about God. Our purpose of existence was never about us. Stop asking about what "I" want. Look away from the mirror and instead focus on God. I've

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I am 35, and life is just beginning to make sense to me.I am 35. I currently don't have a job, hence no income. I do not have a car. I do not own a house. The only thing tethered to my name is an itsy-bitsy piece of land that my parents bought because they liked the bamboo grove on the lot. I have maxed out my credit cards. My business is more red than black. I am in debt up to my ears and

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yesterday i was asked, "when are you going to get married?"i am perplexed. why is it that people feel one HAS to get married? or that one HAS to be in a relationship or at the very least, dating. seriously. this isn't rhetorical. can someone out there just give me a clear, logical explanation so that the next time i am asked i won't feel obliged to come up with a diplomatic answer that will

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standing on the precipice. trying not to look down. my heart attempts to claw out of my chest.i take a deep breath.cleanse my soul. please.let my mind lift beyond my circumstance.i reach out and our fingertips touch. but i know it will not hold.i can already feel you slipping away.

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i keep looking at the calendar. i keep counting days, adding and subtracting time. i should be leaving, but i still can't.the work pile in front of me keeps growing and for the life of me, i do not know how to finish it all. my back is tense and i have had this headache for days.people keep asking, "where are you now?". physically, i know where i'm at. mentally, emotionally...that question

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it's day two of the year's second month. i don't think i have quite caught my breath yet. i kept reading the lyrics of Rent's 'seasons of love' and can't help but think of the many, many possibilities and opportunities and even tragedies that can occur in a year.i should make a stand right now and refuse to let another month pass by in a blur. i should let each minute count for something. (let

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Win a Free Boracay Vacation Package by WOW Philippines Travel Agency WOW Philippines Travel Agency, Inc. is celebrating it's 5th year in business during July of 2010, and we would like you to have a chance to celebrate with us, so we have decided to give-away a FREE Boracay Package complete with 5 Star accommodations at the luxurious Le Soleil de Boracay Hotel on Boracay Island. The lucky

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another birthday, another moment that i did not get to celebrate with them."Kol us dai", a haughty command sent thru text message by the birthday girl. that wasn't enough and three missed calls registered on my phone which i had inadvertently left on the dining table while i did some work at the office downstairs.of course, i wasn't scared, but i hurriedly made the call realizing it was over two

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airports are transitional places. whenever i enter one, i get the sense of constant movement. one never expects to stagnate there for SIX hours!i thought i was off to a good start when i first left the house. my cab driver was nice and chatty, made no unnecessary turns and got me to the airport in good time. i arrived at the newly-operational NAIA terminal 3 at precisely one o'clock in the

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i feel a teensy-weensy guilty that i haven't been posting in months. just a little. it's not as if loads of people read these nonsense anyway. i'm still in manila though i'm flying back to davao in a few days. never make plans. i'm useless with plans. they almost always never happen. when i came here last may, it was supposedly only for two weeks max. of course, things never turn out the way that

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i need a break...seriously.and i don't mean a vacation--though i seriously need one, too--but i mean a time where i can catch up and accomplish everything on my to-do list.dubai is floating further and further away.people around me keep encouraging me to leave for UAE, to finally work on my design career, to finally take care of myself. i just wish they'd give me a break about taking care of

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i've been neglecting this blog since i set up a new one at wordpress. baaad blogspotter.but there was a lull in my work load and i thought to review my old posts.ack. there's nothing here about travel. this was supposed to be a travel blog! haaaaay.how's this for irony? ever since we opened a travel agency, the amount of travel i've done--barring work-related stuff--was zilch. nada. zero.i'm

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tapping my fingers on the keyboard.breathing in and out.glancing at the clock.busy day.

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*photo courtesy of TrekEarththe Beaux Arts Luneta Hotel is my absolute favorite building in manila. i saw it when i first moved to the big city and stayed in a nearby hotel. it was old, it was dilapidated, it was beautiful. i fell in love with it immediately.every time i pass by roxas boulevard, i'd risk whiplash just to get a glimpse. i fall more and more in love each time. i harbored a

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Copy the list and then "bold" everything you've done.1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink2. Swam with dolphins3. Climbed a mountain4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive5. Been inside the Great Pyramid6. Held a tarantula7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (electricity went out, eh)8. Said "I love you" and meant it9. Hugged a tree10. Bungee jumped (sort of)11. Visited Paris12. Watched a lightning

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one day you wake up and realize that you're old(er). it's not a bad feeling, but you wonder if you've made an impact, that those past years were not worthless, not frivolous, not obscure. i am a single woman blithely soaring through life. most women my age have settled into their happily-ever-afters and raising 2.5 children in white-picket-fenced cottages or rented townhouses. case in point

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i've finally admitted to myself that i live here now--not just based here, but actually l-i-v-e here. i realize the acceptance when i started fixing up my bedroom into a more fitting abode for someone supposedly in the interior design profession.it wasn't a conscious decision to accept my situation. i was just feeling the itch. i had to do a makeover. now. and while i was doing so, i

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i spent the day making tour packages until i was cross-eyed from staring at the numbers.the mundane reality of running this business was--well, not exactly unexpected--maybe overlooked in the rush and excitement of setting the whole thing up.i often catch myself just sitting or standing still, arms suspended, eyes darting about, unsure of the next task...even sometimes forgetting what i was

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today is a defining moment in philippine history. introducing...the machine readable passport (MRP)!we've been spreading the word since a memo went out a month ago that starting november 15, all new & renewal applications will be processed as MRPs.what's an MRP, anyway?according to wikipedia, it's "a passport where the data on the identity page is encoded in optical character recognition

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sweetness is.......jakob cuddling next to me while watching star wars....jakob pretending to be a droid and talking to me in a robotic manner....jakob hugging my legs while i hammer his picture frames on the wall and telling me he loves me....jakob shamelessly announcing to the whole wide world, "auntie tessa loves me very much!".

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earlier today, we traveled to digos to gather with the rest of the clan at the cemetery where my grandparents were buried.my family will use any excuse to fiesta. death is merely a reason to commune and eat and laugh! yep, we have the strangest lamays.we came ready with long tables and chairs and lots and lots of food. after a short service led by the eldest daughter, tita fele, we dug in!

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magkasunod lang kami ng birthday ng youngest bro ko and we usually celebrate together. but now since i'm based in davao and he's in makati and there's no way he's going to shell out money to mail me a gift (hehe), he decided to send me this instead:happy birthday, wexy! ate wuvs you vewy much!

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i will never tire of saying this...THANK YOU! i feel absolutely overwhelmed by the love. the first text message arrived shortly after midnight from chie2x, my guillergan cousin. followed by elly's--aba, ba't gising ka pa! nag-oktoberfest ka noh?!--and greetings also from che-che who was still probably walking through dumaguete boulevard at that hour. all throughout the day, i was

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