Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Transformer
Monday, December 22, 2008
Marooned (Again)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Merry Christmas! :)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Disneyland? Try Josephland! :)
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Merry Christmas from All of Us
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
To You
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Blissful Hiss
Monday, December 08, 2008
Happy Place
But I guess I was partly right to avoid it. It has, anyway, a way of coming back. Coming back and resolving itself.
Had a talk last Sunday morning (hmmmm I can relate to Maroon 5's "Sunday Morning" soooo much better hehehe) with P.
First off, past is past but it felt good to revisit it. In between bottles of beer (and pansit for him), while the early morning sun rose, we talked about what had happened between us.
There were, suffice it to say, issues within me that were resolved. Misconceptions, mostly mine, that were corrected. For the longest time, in a flashbulb moment, I've been living in one.
I have trust issues I told him.
And then he proceeded to ask why my last relationship didn't work out.
I refused to tell him (in my mind I knew what the answer was) and asked him instead if he were to be trusted that time.
Yes. He said. Never mind if that could have been more of a justification, an excuse.
Like the Sunday morning sun, a light shone on the deepest darkest corners of my mind.
And every thing became clear.
I saw myself as I used to be. I remembered how I was at a time when love was really love and was not a matter of convenience.
For the first time in several years, it felt that that person is never out of reach again.
I could be what I was before.
I am excited to meet my former self.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
R.I.P
There was a murmur in my heart and I instantly knew. It was too good to be true.
Now I will not name, nor write about what has happened between us. I will not give you a name, a circumstance to dignify you. Let this be, a tiny tombstone that the months and years will cover with grass. I shall forget you sooner than the worms have eaten your cadaver in my mind. When we meet again, it will be as though nothing between us has existed.
Recede
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Tuesdays
I'm excited about watching "Tuesdays With Morrie" on December 2. Wasn't able to watch it when Repertory opened it last year because of an ex who had little interest in theater. Now I have my second chance at it and I'm not going to miss it.
I read the book some two or three years ago and I remember not going to work because I couldn't put it down and I was, uh, crying. I thought then that I needed to savor the wisdom and think long and hard about it in the comforts of my room.
Now the time has come for "Morrie" to speak to me again. And the juncture is perfect. Some old man's wisdom to a, uh, kid in a quarter-life crisis. Hehehehehe.
Incidentally, my Dad Marcelito's nickname is Morrie. I don't know if subconsciously I'm seeing (or maybe wanting to see?) "Morrie" in my Morrie. (Morrie from the Mitch Albom book, "Tuesdays with Morrie", is a real Morrie- his college professor Morrie Schwartz).
Bought two tickets, delivered to my office at no extra cost (awesome Rep!). I think with this ticket delivery, we're seeing here some extra effort to promote theater in the Philippines and we should support it. Art is, after all, our nation's soul.
So if you have the time, watch too.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
F*ck Office 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Letting Go
Friday, October 24, 2008
No Regrets
NO REGRETS
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
All the things
That went wrong
For at last I have learned to be strong
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
For the grief doesn't last
It is gone
I've forgotten the past
And the memories I had
I no longer desire
Both the good and the bad
I have flung in a fire
And I feel in my heart
That the seed has been sown
It is something quite new
It's like nothing I've known
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
All the things that went wrong
For at last I have learned to be strong
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
For the seed that is new
It's the love that is growing for you
Friday, October 10, 2008
Birthday Wishlist
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Invitation
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Survivor
Punta Kayo
possesses.
In this debut group exhibit entitled "Invitation", fifteen artists, all in their first year in the
UP College of Fine Arts, meet with the muse and present the product of this engagement.
Forming the framework of this exhibit is the challenge to interpret the poem "The
Invitation," a prose poem written in 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer who is an author of
inspirational prose-poem and international best-selling books, The Invitation, The Dance
and The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here.
In accomplishing this task, each of the artists have to drawn on their knowledge and skills
so far acquired and honed under the Visual Perception class under Thirteen Artists
Awardee Jonathan Olazo.
Perception is a crucial skill in tackling the challenge, specifically in this context and in art-
making in general; one poem but fifteen different ways of interpreting it, fifteen different
ways of seeing the world.
Fifteen different manifestations of the muse.
Invitation runs from September 23-26, 2008 at the Corredor Gallery at the UP College of
Fine Arts. The opening cocktails start at 6pm, September 23.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Trial Sketches
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Oktoberfest in September
I. "facebooked" me and asked if Oktoberfest was meant for us, being both born in October, we'd like to think that the beerfest was scheduled for us. But we both, and we all do, know that it is not. But whatever.
A local beer company here in the Philippines have set up tradition and staged a similar feast.
I was lucky enough to cover the event last night in Pasig. A. was orignally scheduled to cover it. I didn't think I would go but I must admit I had planned on going despite having a work sched from 4-12mn ahehehehe. But A. fell ill and promptly the desk deployed me to replace her. WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
So there I was, I made it through the throng of people that lined up the street at the back of SM Megamll all the way through Julia Vargas St. and San Miguel Ave. where the main stage was set up.
Loved Rivermaya.
And Third Eye Blind.
Man, the last time I remember listening to their songs was when I was in early college. Good to hear their songs again (after being sidetracked to other music preferences in the years that followed).
The band debuted a new song, forgot the title but the first few melodies sounded a little bit like Maroon 5's "This Love" which I LIKE! hehehehe.
Will post photos soon. R. hijacked my cam to her weekend getaway. Dang. :(
Hehehe.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Summons
Saturday, August 16, 2008
September 16,2005
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Reminder to Myself
What do you do when you know something's bad for you
And you still can't let go?
I was naive
Your love was like candy
Artificially sweet
I was deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web
And I learned how to plead
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
And it hurts my soul
Cos I can't let go
All these walls are caving in
I can't stop my suffering
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cos I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
I should have known
I was used for amusement
Couldn't see through the smog
It was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds (licking my wounds)
Woke up in love and seems so great (deeper, deeper)
We both can't subdue
Darling you hold me prisoner (prisoner)
I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache
I'm addicted to your lure
and I'm feeling for a cure
Every step I take
Leads to one mistake
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...
I can make it
It's some state I'm in
Getting nothing everytime
What did I do to deserve
The pain of this moment
And everywhere I turn
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
Everytime I try to grasp for air
I get smothered and this sky, it's never over, over
Seems I never wake from this nightmare
I let out a solid breath, let it be over, over
Inside I'm screaming
Breaking, pleading the world
Ahh...
My heart has been bruised
So sad but it's true
Each peep reminds me of you
It hurts my soul
Cos I can't let go
All these walls are caving in
I can't stop my suffering
I hate to show that I've lost control
Cos I, I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...
I'm about to break
I guess I missed it
I'm addicted to your lure
And I'm feeling for a cure
Every step I take
Leads to one mistake
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need...
I can make it
It's some state I'm in
Getting nothing everytime
What did I do to deserve
The pain of this moment
And everywhere I turn
I keep going right back
To the one thing that I need to walk away from
I say...
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
Only thing I need to do is walk away
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
I need to get away from it
I need to walk away from it
Get away, walk away, walk away
ARMM Elections Class Picture
The Paths to Peace
Are we ready for an automated elections?
The answer to this question will be known tomorrow, when the people of the Autonomous Region in Muslim Mindanao or ARMM get out of their houses to take part in this historic elections - the first automated elections in our country.
Maguindanao will use a technology which is called direct recording electronic election system or DRE. This technology will be the fastest in all of ARMM since the other areas will use the optical mark reader or OMR.
The difference between the two systems is that the DRE will have a voting pad where the names, faces and the positions being sought by a candidate. All a voter should do is press the name to vote for a certain candidate, much like getting a can of soda in a vendo machine. The COMELEC says a voter should be able to do it in less than 3 minutes.
The OMR which will be used in areas like Lanao del Sur, Basilan, Sulu and Shariff Kabunsuan, still uses the ballot but unlike in previous elections where a voter should write, legibly, a candidates name, he or she now only has to shade a an oval which corresponds to a candidate's name. After voting comes a face of the "old" elections, the ballots from precints will have to be transported by the Board of Election Inspectors from the precints to Cotabato City, specifically at the Cotabato City Polytechnic College where the municipal and provincial counting and canvassing centers are located.
There will be counting machines which will tally the votes from the "electronic ballot" which will be easier and relatively faster than what we're accustomed to when teachers would painstakingly record in "taras" the number of votes on the blackboard.
All the election returns will be consolidated in a municipal canvass and then in a provincial canvass. The results of which will be transmitted online to the regional canvassing area which is in COMELEC-Manila.
The results will be known almost simultaneously in ARMM areas and Manila.
Tomorrow is a historic day for all of us and it's taking place amidst the tension between the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and the government over the botched signing of the memorandum of agreement that would have paved the way for the creation of the Bangsamoro Juridical Entity (BJE).
If one takes a long hard look at these two events happening in Mindanao -- one can see a similarity: both the elections and the clamor for a BJE have one objective: representation; the right to be represented by a leader voted by the people in the case of the elections and the right to be represented as a people, unique with tradition, culture and history in the case of the BJE.
These are two different but nonetheless intertwined paths to peace.
We cannot take one at the expense of the other.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Alicia Keys!!!!!
Monday, August 04, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
"You Can't Always Get What You Want"
Monday, July 21, 2008
Hayskul Life (este College Pala)
Klasmeyts at the UP CFA. Hehehehe. (Nenok galing ke isaac na multiply account). The difference in years between me and them is roughly 10 years hehehehe
Sunday, July 20, 2008
"Boses"
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Can't Let Go - Landon Pigg
Well youre the closest thing I have
To bring up in a conversation
About a love that didnt last
But I could never call you mine
Cause I could never call myself yours
And if we were really meant to be
Well then we justify destiny
Its not that our love died
Just never really bloomed
Well I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.
And then we saw our paths diverge
And I guess I felt OK about it.
Until you got with another man,
And then I couldnt understand
Why it bothered me so.
How we didnt die we just
Never had a chance to grow.
I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past.
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.
And it might not make much sense
To you or any of my friends
Though somehow still you affect the
Things I do.
And you cant lose what you never had
I dont understand why I feel sad
Every time I see you out with someone new.
I cant let go
No, I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you.
I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past
Without lifting a finger youre holding me back.
I cant let go
No, I cant let go of you
Youre holding me back without even trying to.
I cant let go
I cant move on from the past
Friday, July 04, 2008
San Diego Ink (tehehe)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Universal
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Mama MoMa
Big Apple
Thursday, June 26, 2008
NYSE
New York Ranting
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I Need Rice and Vodka
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Lesson from A Cookie
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Flying Drunk
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Sex Video Addict?
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Some Day
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Prodigal Love
Sunday, June 08, 2008
The Noise Inside My (Or Our?) Head(s)
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Hope Springs Eternal
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Damien Rice
Go bow end send mend bend pretend
Shut your face again
Bleed seed need read breath on my knees
If you leave me now
It's not that I can't take it
It's just that somehow
I think you'd break it
So much beyond repair
Like pulling out my hair
And poisoning the roots
A gun that never shoots again
And if you leave me now
And take him deep within your throne
Like you did when you were coming home
And you did again in Mexico
And again before you go
And I believed your lies, your lies, your lies
So turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Said all that I can say
I know that I can kneel
And I could cry
And I know that I could show you how I died
But what good would it do?
Give the world another fool
If you're gonna stay
Don't just say it
Stay, really stay
I don't want any more goodbyes
Any more disguise
No more tossing coins
Or him between your loins
And if you're gonna stay
I'll place you high upon a hill
And with my hands
I'll build a tower in your name
And you will do the same
Won't you my love?
Won't you my love?
Won't you my love?
Or just turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Said all that I can say
I know that I can kneel
And kiss your feet
Walk ahead and clear the street
So you don't have to meet
But what good would it do
Give the world another fool
Turn and walk away
I've overspoken
Now what more can I say?
I know that I can kneel
And I can cry
I know, I know
That I can show you how I died
Now what good would it do
Give the world another fool
Just sitting on this stool
I'm close to giving up on you
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Sun Is Shining
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Internet Shop
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Lost Time
Monday, May 12, 2008
A Mother's Child
I am a child of many mothers.
My mothers come in many forms, in various shapes and personalities, but all sprung up in my life in periods that they were needed. True to form, a mother recognizes a hurting child without hearing him cry, and nurtures him.
You may perhaps recognize some of them too as your own: the mother hens in our group of friends, the flamboyant mudra, the wiser (not necessarily older) bestfriend, even a former college professor and of course, our very own, whose wombs birthed us into this world.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
You Lost Me Already
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Spot the Difference
Monday, May 05, 2008
Tide Shifting
College Student Again
I'm so glad I passed the talent determination test (TDT) at UP fine arts. Got the docus already. I just need to hit the ground and apply. Yay. College student all over again. Hehehe.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Waltz (Or What Boredom Can Do To You)
Crossroads
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sleepless in Baguio
Friday, April 18, 2008
Good Ol' Cordi Lovin'
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Cold Summer Nights (And Days)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Work In Progress
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Covering the 2007 Bar Exams Results
"Abogado na ako! Abogado na ako! (I'm a lawyer already!)," an examinee shouts amidst the nervous crowd waiting for the results of the 2007 Bar Examinations at the Supreme Court.
At another side of the hall, an old man calls who could be his brother or a family member and announces the good news: "May lawyer na tayo," he says.
Pride filled the august halls of the Supreme Court. At that moment success almost feels tangible you could taste it, and happiness is not just a concept but a real feeling. One could almost see a whole new world of possibilities open.
If only for that one singular moment of victory, I would want to take the bar.
But not for now. Right now, I am an observer, a reporter covering it.
Covering it for quite a couple of years already did not make me immune to a wide spectrum of emotions from pride, to quiet defeat, to a steadfast optimism.
The Supreme Court initially announced that it would release the results Friday but postponed it to Saturday.
It was my day-off but Vic, my senior desk asked me Friday to cover it since I'm the one responsible for the justice beat.
My sources told me that we could expect the results to be released after lunch so I was at the compound at around 11 am.
Already, there were examinees outside the Supreme Court awaiting the results.
I did an advancer for Balitanghali where I reported that a source said that the results could be released at 2 p.m.
But 2 p.m. passed and still there were no results.
The waiting and growing number of examinees were impatient. They tried to enter the Court's lobby where the LCD projectors were put up. The projectors would scroll the names of the country's new lawyers. But the doors unfortunately had to be shut for fears of a stampede.
Inside, my fellow reporters from print and radio spent the idle the time chatting and taking photos. Or when these became tiring, we just sat there and listened to music which the Supreme Court PIO piped into the stereos.
While waiting, Supreme Court spokesperson Atty. Jose Midas Marquez sent a staff to ask how many mediamen were down in the hall -- so he could send over some merienda.
Feeding waiting mediamen means one thing -- the wait will be longer.
Which was what happened. Those of us who smoke, smoked outside, striking idle chatter with the guards and the examinees. At one point, an old man, most probably a father of an examinee saw one of the projectors scroll names. That particular projector had "List of 2007 Bar Examinees" as a heading.
"Ito na! (This is it!)," he shouted. Almost immediately, the crowd gathered towards the door. Some shouted. I had to tell him it was just a test run to paciyfy him, and the names were from a previous bar exam result.
After a couple of minutes more, Associate Justice Adolfo Azcuna emerged, accompanied by Atty. Marquez. We positioned our cameras, the print reporters, their recorders and the radio guys alerted their respective stations for the upcoming announcement.
Finally, Justice Azcuna spoke. "Congratulations!" he said.
He announced that 1,289 out of the 5,626 examinees hurdled the bar examinations. That's 22.91%.
He confirmed however that only 5% originally passed the exams but the bar committee decided to lower the passing rate to 70% from the traditional 75%. He attributes the low passing rate to what he terms "unusually strict corrections" made by some of the members of the committee.
After answering questions from the press, he then orders to let the projectors scroll the names of those who passed.
I had to rush to our live camera set-up to break the news. I did not anymore prepare a script but instead relied on bullets: topnotcher from Ateneo, Mercedita Ona; lowered passing rate from 75% to 70%; 5,626 examinees; 1,289 passed.
I could hear the shouting in the background. From where I was standing, I could see examinees jumping and hugging. While some cried in the shoulders of their friends, hugging.
I was overwhelmed, I had to breathe deep to avoid cracking my voice in the middle of my report. Moments like these, show tangibly the demarcation line between the hardships of six months of preparing for the bar and the bliss that comes after it.
After my live report, I went around to take in the euphoria, though not mine, it nevertheless felt good to stand in a celebration.
Not far away from me was a group of friends. They were very happy and they were cheering someone. I approached them and asked a girl who turned out to be a passer.
"How do you feel?" I asked, however obvious her disposition was.
"I'm so happy! Thank you for all those who prayed for me," she said.
I asked for her name for my report's chargen later on. "Caroline Exconde," she said.
"Atty... Caroline Exconde?" I repeated, stressing the new title she has acquired, and wished her luck.
In the crowd, an elderly couple, who must be in their late 60's stood out. They could not be bar takers, I thought to myself. I asked my cameraman if they had shot a video of them. He said yes, and told me they were there for their grandson who did not pass the exams.
In the office I previewed the tape and saw their interview.
The old man's name was Felipe Mariano. He said they had been waiting at the Supreme Court since 1 p.m. But when the results finally were announced, their grandson's name was not there.
Still it did not dampen the old man's spirit. "Ganyan naman yan talaga anak. Try and try until you succeed. Baka sa susunod, makuha na n'ya, (That's the way it goes, son. Try and try until you succeed. Maybe next time, you'll pass)" he said with a sparkle in his otherwise tired eyes.
Such wisdom, such hope, in the midst of chaos and jubilation.
It seemed like what he was saying was that life is a lot like taking the bar exams: we encounter defeat, once in a while. But it should not be a reason to surrender. Experiencing defeat makes victory a lot sweeter.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Where The Sun Is Shining
So I'll make do. Funny thing is, the cellphone has to be facing a certain direction (as shown in the photo) to receive a signal, twist it another way and it's gone. And it has to be taped on this particular PC ehheehe. It's fun actually to hark back to the early days of cellular phone signals.
I'm enjoying the unlimited texts and calls though. Not complaining hehehehe.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Age Or Something Like That
Age affords one the ability to not take the world seriously; to be non-chalant is another way to describe it.
K. gave me a shirt that said "It's hard to show I care, because I don't". Maybe I already am showing off that vibe but more and more I notice that I am not what I used to be three or five years ago.
Let's just say, I've learned to simplify and follow that old adage, "choose my battles."
Now, I can afford to pause, take a step back and think if something is worth bothering about. To see an incident in terms of its gain as far as I'm concerned and the ramifications in the general scheme of things. If bothering about it would actually be more tiresome than helpful then I don't give it a thought. Instead, I take a puff instead or enjoy a cup of coffee.
Jay thinks I'm the sort of person who don't care. On some level I think what he is saying is true but I always tell him that I've learned to choose the things I should worry about and check if the effort is actually worth the final outcome.
Because life has so much more to offer and what we take from it depends on how we see the world.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Hop-py New Year
Back to work again tomorrow after the weekend and the PGMA coverage in Cagayan de Oro. Back to my old life, as usual. I kinda miss it. I still haven't asked Sec. Gonzalez about the rationale behind the alleged warning to media people obstructing justice in crisis situations (supposedly he has information of an ouster plot on January 22). The results of the investigation into how convicted rapist Romeo Jalosjos will have to wait until the formal hearing on January 16 is concluded.
So many things to go back to. But first, let's figure out walking on one foot. :)
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
A Wedding and Some Holiday Cheers
Jay and I went to Lucena for the holidays. After initial hesitations, I was finally able to convince him to join me, hehehe. It was an effort for him considering he's not into crowds ehehehhee so I was thankful.
Prior to that, Jiji, a colleague in the Justice and Court Reporters Association (JUCRA) - people covering the DOJ and the Supreme Court got married. I sang Jiji's favorite song, "Knocks Me Off My Feet" upon her request. I hope that didn't go badly hehehehe.
Now back to my Lucena stories. In hindsight, I realised that it was my first time for my WHOLE family and I mean WHOLE, cousins, titos and titas included -- to come across that kind of situation, seeing our kind of a couple. Hehehe. But they were very nice. Soon enough, I know, this kind of relationship will lose their novelty (or shock factor for some) and be seen as any other relationship. But we take one careful step after another. And I guess that's the way to go. Ease them in and conquer the world. Hehehehe.
Mom, upon our arrival at our house, fried us some shrimps. I'm not a big shrimp fan and neither is Jay but we finished everything in one sitting. That was a nice welcome. Jay met some of my cousins the day after and on January 1st. Both of us got really drunk. The weather was unexpectedly chilly in Lucena. But news kept the holidays warm. My cousin, Maila, is getting married this year and they had a pamanhikan. My nephewJM, is having a baby.
The holidays, overall, was filled with the warm company of family and the comfort of loved ones. It could not be better.