On Julia Campbell's death...

I am so heartbroken with how a fellow blogger like Julia had met her final stay here on earth. This gruesome act should be condemned. I wonder how a fellow Filipino, could do such thing...to such a good-natured woman. To the bereaved Campbell's family....condolences!!!

To Ms Julia Campbell.... I praise you, to the skies!!!

For you, my dear friend...

Thank you for being a friend...at all times.
Thank you for the memories we've shared...
With so much laughters...and happiness...
That we will surely miss...till the end



for ELIZABETH...

The 1st day of vigil...

I was trying to publish my post last night but I ended up (just) turning off the computer and sleep na lng cause I was just sooo drained. Yesterday was the 1st day of vigil...or the day to give last respect to our friend Elizabeth or Tata as she's fondly called. Tears welling our eyes...everybody's giving each other a hug and a warm embrace of consoling each other, some weeping, some telling tales, but the common denominator is, we are all in sorrow... losing Tata forever.

She was a friend indeed...who shared her love to anyone of us...shared her views and opinions. She was a friend who imbued to us the value of saving and working hard for the future. She was a silent millionaire...yes...unknown to many she was able to save much of her future nest-egg. She had lived a very simple way of life...a very simple dreams...she didn't splurge on material things, she wanted to be so simple and so plain.

Betchie...Bebeth...Tata or Elizabeth....surely you'll be in peace forever !!!

From your friends...

We'll surely miss you, Tata....

With love,

Abs, Bok, Susan and Nok

A mother's love...

During my younger years...I used to tag along with nana going to the market. I would always insist then that we should take a ride. But she was persistent to just walk...excercise daw yon. Wala akong magawa, cause I couldn't go back home alone...afraid to be lost and so afraid of dogs roaming around the streets.

We would always passed by that little chapel near the old market...they call it, Dolores Chapel. What caught my attention was the dagger that was half-pierced into the left chest of Mama Mary...
I didn't recall how my nana explained that to me.
Now that I'm older...I knew the answer to my queries. The dagger symbolizes the pain...the struggles of being a mother. Remember how the crucifixion of his Son had hurt her to no end...she just wept...she knew that it was bound to happen. What hurt Her son doubly hurt her too...

A mother's love is undyingly genuine...
To those who still have their mothers...do love them preciously...and dearly...

A bit down in the mouth....

Actually, I have no reason to be in low spirit nowadays just because someone has got my ire becoz she was so "nervy", so opinionated, sharp-tongued, swanky, and all of those blahs...but never mind...she can be what she desires in her life. To each his own, my motto.

I should wear a smile instead and celebrate........!!!
I am grateful, God has given me what money can't buy...the happiness of being a mom. Yesterday my daughter graduated high school with flying colors...First Honorable mention, bagging 5 medals, it's great!!!

I wanted to write more....oh, but dear me!....I just received an emergency call from a friend who's mom is dying any minute now. I treasure my friends so much...and I want to be with her now in the doleful hours of her life...

Got no choice but to sign out................will go fast b4 it's too late.....hope not....