Kat in the Box

POSTED: OCTOBER 12, 2009 12:52PM Ever since the Ondoy devastation three weeks ago, I've been wanting to write something about it. But much has been said about the havoc that it caused. I don't want to relieve sad memories of what it did to our country. Then Pepeng came and caused more damage to Luzon. I don;t want to forever remember these tragedies. But just like in everything that happens in our lives, I believe that there is a reason for this. We can only hope for the best of what tomorrow will bring us. A friend forwarded this email to me and I do believe that this is the most fitting message for the victims of the typhoon. It not only applies to them actually, but for all of us as well... Every Storm Will End (Bo Sanchez) Did you suffer a loss recently? A job? A relationship? Material things stolen from you? Many of my friends lost many things in the recent flood. My friends lost homes. My friends lost businesses. With tears, my auntie said, “Bo, I lost all the material things I’ve collected over the past 50 years of my life!” Some friends told me that what was most painful was loosing all their photographs—the memories of a lifetime. Friend, I’ve got a message for you today: Believe that every storm will end. And after the storm, a new morning begins. Remember that every loss is temporary. If you lost a loved one, that loss is temporary. In heaven, you’ll see your beloved again and your reunion will last forever. If you lost photographs, believe that in heaven, God will give back to you DVD copies of all the sweetest memories you’ve had in your life. (I’m not sure what video version they use up there, but I’m sure it’ll be the most modern. Perhaps it’ll be a virtual reality video!) If you lost material things or opportunities or relationships, believe that God is creating room for something better to come your way. How will this “better” happen? Start being grateful. That’s not a typo. In the midst of your loss, be thankful. I know you’ll complain, “Bo, there’s nothing to be thankful for! I lost half my life!” Well, be thankful for the other half that you still have. Don’t focus on what you lost, focus on what you still have. You’ve got too many good things happening to you to be down! Say this with me, “I’m too blessed to be stressed.” (Not original from me. Got it from a bumper sticker.) Why be grateful? Because you attract what you focus on. I’ve said that before so many times, but I’ll keep saying it until God calls me home. Because it’s so powerful. When you become grateful, you attract more of what you’re grateful for. Gratitude is a blessings magnet. My Business Loss Many years ago, I lost a lot of money in a businesses venture. It was a big loss for me. At that time, I lost almost my entire net worth. I was tempted to mope, to sulk, to carry a heavy burden for a long time. Actually, I allowed myself to grieve for awhile—which was very healthy. But I decided not to grieve for too long, or I would be stuck forever. After some time, I declared, “God has something better for me.” I chose to smile. I chose to look at the brighter side. I chose to believe that better businesses would come my way. In fact, I began declaring the unbelievable. I said, “I’ll earn ten times what I lost!” Later that week, a friend asked me, “Is it true that you lost a lot of money in that business?” I said, “Yes, I did.” “It happens to you too, huh? And I thought people like you are exempt from these things. So why are you smiling?” “Because I believe God is redirecting me to a better business. And I know that I’ll earn ten times what I lost.” It was a big claim and some friends couldn’t understand why I was so relaxed. But a few years later, what I declared happened. I started new businesses and I began to earn ten times what I lost. What I lost—my savings for years—I earned in a few months. Today, my new businesses are multiplying. I ask myself sometimes, “What if I didn’t fail in that business? I would still be stuck in that business! I wouldn’t have the new business that I have now.” And imagine if kept moping and sulking—would I have seen the new opportunities around me? Imagine if I kept mourning my loss—would I have had the energy to venture into something new? Friend, don’t focus at the problems in your life. Don’t focus on what you loss. Instead, focus on two things: look at what you still have and look at the new things that God will give you. And be grateful. Where Is The Real Storm? Typhoon Ondoy came and went. But the real storm is not out there. The real storm is in your mind. Do you believe that great things will happen to you? Imagine a party balloon. At first, it’s bright and fat and goes up to the ceiling. But after a few days, it becomes deflated. It stays on the floor. We’re like balloons. What keeps us up is hope. But life happens, and everyday, we leak hope. Especially when big trials come, we surely leak out a lot of hope. And we’re deflated. Here’s what you need to do: You need to refill your heart with hope. So that you can rise up again. Dispel the storms in your mind. It may be stormy on the outside but it shouldn’t be stormy on the inside. The only way to dispel the storms is to be grateful for what you have today and what will happen tomorrow. God is redirecting you to something better. Sit up straight. Out loud, say this declaration with me… I’m strong in the Lord. I’m blessed. I’m forgiven. I’m protected. I’m redeemed. I’m equipped. I’m anointed. Healing flows in my body. New doors will open before me. I’ll meet the right people, the right opportunities, at the right time, at the right place. I’ll regain ten times what I lost… In Jesus name! May your dreams come true, Bo Sanchez

POSTED: SEPTEMBER 4, 2009 6:07PM Shoes, oh I have tons of them. My hubby often wonders at the contents of my shoe cabinet at home and how I often complain of not having “the right shoes” for my outfit. Believe me, it’s a struggle that men don’t understand. You see, Sherwin can survive with just his black shoes (2 pairs) for work, rubber shoes and Crocs for his casual days. But me, oh no no no.. colors, shape, height, and compatibility are among the factors that I have to consider before I can finally tell my husband “I’m ready! Let’s go!”. A painful process… umm.. yeah.. but girls will be girls. During my single days, buying a pair of shoes is part of my monthly hobby. Yup, you read it right, hobby. But when Heinel came, buying baby stuff became the hobby. The shoe part was slightly set aside. But yesterday, I decided to indulge into my deepest desire. In short, I will buy a new pair of shoes! How dramatic. But I tell you the excitement of entering the mall knowing I will buy something? Priceless! The moment I stepped out of MRT I felt excitement all over my body. It’s like I’m pulpitating. I’m alive!!!!!!! I had a hard time choosing a shoe. I had several items in mind but of course I couldn’t buy all of them. But when I was down to my two choices, oh boy, did I have a difficult time! I probably walked around each pair for about 30 times; checking it out in the floor mirror to see how it looks on my feet, then in the full length mirror to see the overall effect, then walked around again. I can feel the salesman’s gaze like I’m a freak. Well, I can’t expect him to understand, he’s a boy after all. But have you ever felt that feeling? Like your decision is so so difficult because you like them both but you have to have only one of them? If you’re girl I know you will agree with me. And so, I looked around me hoping to find a saleslady but all of them seem to be busy. And so I walked and walked again. I look at the salesman and smiled again. I know he must be thinking “Just buy them both!”.. and just when I was about to cry in frustration, out came this pretty, angelic, heavenly saleslady (ok, I’m exaggerating but I really felt like she’s an angel at that time) and I felt like all my payers were answered. And so I asked for her help and she gladly helped me decide. She even told me that she’d already tried both shoes and knows how it feels on her feet. Haayy… girls! Only we can understand each other. Happy with my decision, I paid for my pair and oh my, was I super happy. I have big smile all over my face as I handed the cashier my payment. After this episode of shoe-holicness, I got myself thinking, are we girls really that complicated? Are we that meticulous? Are we diffuclt to please? Are men ever going to “get” us and us “get” them? In my quest of finding the perfect shoe I’ve come to realize that men and women need not understand each other. It is just plain impossible. No matter how I explain to the salesman what difference there is between two almost identical shoes except that the other one is peep-toed and the other is open-toed, he will not get it. Not because of lack of anything, but simply because he is a guy. The same way that I won’t be able to understand why my husband and my brother and my dad buy new shoes which is exactly, I mean exactly, the same as their old ones! Men and women are total opposites yet both need each other. My first lesson of the day: men and women will be forever different. We NEED NOT understand each other all the time. Like what I said, it’s just plain impossible. What we need is to just learn to co-exist and respect our differences. This is easier said and done, I know. In fact, admittedly, I’m the one whose temper rises whenever Sherwin can’t read my mind. I know he tries but I know he will not succeed in totally being in-sync with me. And second: Why go through the painful process of reconciling your being “Boy” and “Girl”? if you want to be understood, go find another woman/man and vent your emotions. I tell you, you will save a lot of energies doing this! Ok, enough of this now, I’m going crazy. I may be weird but I don’t care. All I know is that I have a new pair of shoes and I’m happy! Although wait, I realized I will be happier if I paired it with a new dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love being a girl!!!!!!!!!!

POSTED: SEPTEMBER 3, 2009 12:39PM A friend forwarded me this review of the movie and upon reading it I totally agree with the writer and I know i couldn't write it any better so I decided to just post it here. Two thumbs up for UP. Another movie for Heinel to see in the future. What values can we learn from ‘Up’? By Cathy S. Babao-GuballaPhilippine Daily InquirerFirst Posted 22:18:00 09/01/2009Filed Under: Cinema, Lifestyle & Leisure INSPIRATION and enlightenment can be found in the unlikeliest of places. The latest Disney-Pixar film, “Up” is a perfect example of art, inspiration, and amazing creativity all put together. I was surprised by the rave reviews from both young and old alike. In social networking sites, classrooms and film review sites, it was all thumbs up for this wonderful and heartwarming animated film. “UP” tugged at the heart and resonated with viewers on so many levels. The universal themes of love, loss, friendship, letting go, and pursuing dreams and adventures are tackled well in the film. The visuals are stunning and you are blown away by the details and use of color. The characters, though they were not human, were able to evoke strong emotions. Ellie, Carl, and Russell are the most adorable Disney characters I have seen in a long time. At the start of the film there is a 15-minute montage with no dialogue, only music. As one writer-friend put it, “It’s the best piece of storytelling I have seen in a long, long time.”But what is it about “Up” that made it a hit? I suppose in difficult times, many of us need to be reminded about what’s truly important in life. It can get so tiring at times, we need to have our emotional tanks filled every now and then. For younger children, the wonderful animation and comic scenes were enough to draw them in. But for the adults, I suppose “UP” showed us life’s lessons that we all needed to be reminded about.Here are some of the more pertinent ones that a group of friends and I chose from watching the film. 1. Commitment. No matter how difficult the trial or challenge may be, you do everything in your power to see it through. Tenacity is a rare gift, so we should strive to pursue dreams and meet goals in the face of obstacles and difficulties. 2. To love unconditionally is one of the most difficult things but also one of the most rewarding ways to live. To be a recipient of this love is one of the most affirming experiences you can ever have. When you place the needs of others above your own, anything is possible. 3. Purity of heart. They say that when your goal is noble, the universe will conspire to make things happen for you. It is when you let God orchestrate your days that makes every moment that unfolds a gift or a miracle. 4. Growing old is inevitable and when the one you love leaves ahead of you, it can be one of your saddest experiences. But, it can also make you braver. It helps to believe that endings are just beginnings, too. 5. Stay open to the possibilities of new adventures and relationships no matter your age. People like to stay in their comfort zones and miss out on many things because of fear of the unknown. 6. Be in the moment always. Savor each conversation, activity, story that is shared because there are many gifts that every moment brings. Often, you will never get another one like it ever again. 7. When a marriage breaks up, it is important for both parents to be there for their children. Make peace with your spouse and no matter the circumstances, make time for the children. Leave the children out of your war and do not make them suffer unnecessarily. 8. Life is a big adventure so let go of the things and people that weigh you down. Whether it is sadness, holding on to a grudge, living in the past or being attached to material possessions, free yourself of these so you can move forward. Leave no room for hatred or negativity, and learn to forgive others, and sometimes, yourself. It’s not always an easy thing to do, but once you do this, it can be such a liberating experience. As Carl and Russell find out in the movie, you are always given the resources and people that need to be in your life at different points along the road so you can pursue your dreams, fulfill missions and go on with the big adventure. These are the people who make your heart sing and help you soar as you navigate through life.

POSTED: AUGUST 25, 2009 12:45PM On Sunday night (August 23), Sherwin and I watched the documentary "The Last Journey of Ninoy". It was a history lesson for me once more. I've learned about Ninoy's heroism during my elementary and college years, and I guess, just like eveybody else at that age, it didn't make quite an impact. Now that I'm a member of the workforce, and a mother who wants the best for her child's future, Ninoy's sacrifices became relevant. Ninoy's life has been all about public service. From being a journalist at the age of 17, to becoming the youngest mayor at the age of 22, his heart has always been the welfare of his countrymen. For him, "bayan" comes first before himself and even his family. He was imprisoned for seven years at the Fort and later, in Laur, Neuva Ecija. 7 long years; that's a long time to be away from his wife and 5 kids. A lot of politicians advised him, and even Cory to just pick up the phone and call Marcos. Tell him that he is surrendering the fight, but he remained true to his advocacy. I can just imagine the torture, mental torture that is, that he suffered when he was transferred to Laur without his family knowing where he is. In a small room with nothing but a bed, one can just imagine the loneliness it will bring. He can't even see the stars and the sun. I was moved to tears when President Cory narrated how her husband looked when they first saw him at Laur. He was so thin that his pants are falling off, and for the first time, she saw him sobbing. He looked defeated. He must've been relieved and yet sad to see his family again but under a very pathetic situation. I can't just imagine being in the situation. When Ninoy had to undergo a heart bypass and was allowed by the Marcoses to fly to the US, normalcy returned to the Aquinos, although temporary. It must've been a good 3 years being with his family again, enjoying their company, love and togetherness. One would probably would just want to stay that way. But Ninoy is Ninoy. His love for our country prevailed. He seemed aware that death is what is expecting him if he returns to the Philippines. In an interview a day or two before he was assasinated, he was even telling the press that the bulletproof vest can only protect his body but not his head. If the assasin shoots him in the head, it will be all over. He knew. He will be leaving behind his family, he knew of that. But if that is the only way for our country to be free, then it will be worth it. He died. Assasinated. And the events that transpired after that is history. Ninoy dedicated and even gave up his life for our country. Just reading this statement is easy. But can we all think of what that dedication entailed for him and his family? It meant giving up precious moments watching his children grow. It meant giving up opportunities that will ensure a bright and comfortable life for his children. It meant suffering alone in isolation, in harrassment, in torture (mental and emotional). He can opt not to do it, but he did. Without hesitation, without anything in return. Now , we are enjoying the freedom. But at the same time we are taking it for granted. As Filipinos, I pray that we all do our share in keeping it. I pray that each of us will have eyes and hearts like Ninoy. I pray that one day, Heinel will be able to read this blog and appreciate the gift of freedom that he is enjoying. If each of us will do our share and carry it out to the next generation, then we woulnd't have to worry what future awaits our children and their children. Thank you Ninoy..

POSTED: AUGUST 13, 2009 12:35PM My apologies to the Aquino family. I know it says here that the letter is personal but I just feel the need to post this because I feel like thru this letters my children, in the future, will understand what your family has give up for our country. August 26, 1973 FortBonifacio 11:10 a.m. Miss Aurora Corazon C. Aquino PERSONAL My dearest Double Mommie: I have just heard Mass with Senator Jose W. Diokno and I received my communion in preparation for tomorrow’s big show. Last night I wrote Noy-noy and explained to him the crucial and vital decision I made yesterday after a lengthy conference with my lawyers. During the Mass, while Pepe was reading the prayer of the faithful, the last paragraph struck me: “For all our fellow men, who suffer: may they know that if a grain of wheat dies, it yields a rich harvest.’ Let us pray to the Lord.” As soon as I got back to my room, I looked up the complete quotation from your Bible, which Mommie sent me sometime ago and in the gospel according to John, I found the following: “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. He who loves his life loses it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” What does this mean? Is it an invitation to suicide? I think it simply means that there is much more than earthly comfort, joy and carnal pleasure in this world. The message of Jesus, as I understand it, is that we must be ready to sacrifice for our fellow men at all time, and if need be, even offer our lives for them. Unless we are willing to suffer with, and share our love with our neighbors, then we are like the grain that does not fall into the ground… and will always remain only a grain of wheat. But if we pick up our cross, and in the spirit of self-sacrifice and self-abnegation suffer for our neighbors, then like the grain that falls into the earth and dies, we will grow and bear much fruit. In a way this is the rationale behind my decision. I have no doubt I will be convicted to a long prison term. I am prepared to spend the rest of my natural life behind bars because I will not defend myself and will accept the “tyrant’s revenge.” This is my act of protest against the deprivation of our people of their freedom and liberties and this is my act of defiance against dictatorship. I have deliberately chosen a life of loneliness, separated from you my loved ones and turned my back on the gaiety and comfort of life in this world in the hope that by so doing, I might awaken some latent forces that will cause a chain reaction and that will eventually lead to an explosion of human atoms wanting to be free. I have watched and observed you very carefully and all these years and of all my children, you are the most sensitive, the most emotional and therefore the most artistically inclined. You have a keen eye for details and you are possessed with a sharp analytical mind and intellect. Unfortunately, you have not used your talents to the maximum and have been content to coast along, a trait I hope you will correct in time. You will recall I have often told you of your responsibility, at least to me, because you carry the name of the two greatest women in my life, your grandmother and your mother. Hence, you are my double mommie. I have always planned to discuss many things with you and Ate because you are now young ladies but unfortunately we never had the time during those days when I pursued public office. Now that I have all the time for you, we are limited only to two one-hour visits a week. Isn’t this ironical? At any rate, I decided to put down briefly in writing some of the things I really wanted to tell you. 1. Never sell yourself short. You are pretty, talented and gifted. Believe this and make the best of your assets. As in the parable of the talents, one day you will be made to account God on how you used your gifts. Do not be like the man who merely hid his talent and never allowed it to multiply. Be like the one who invested his talent wisely and watched it increase tenfold. 2. Be more tolerant to your brother and sisters. Most especially to the two younger ones. I hope you will take time to be charitable to our baby doll, Krissy. She loves to hear stories, please accommodate her for me. Do not provoke Viel, our little princess, especially now that her protector is in jail. 3. You are sometimes rather high-strung and spirited. Properly restrained, these tendencies can well be the source of your inner drive and motivations. But there are times when your spirit turns to unreasonable rebelliousness and intransigence, especially with your superiors. Learn to give and take because life is a continuous compromise. We cannot always have our own way all the time. And the world is made up of all kinds of people. Some are wonderful and sweet, others are simply downright boring and sour. Learn to live with all kinds of people as God sends His rain to all men, to both the just and the unjust. 4. Listen to Mommie’s advice. She has your welfare at heart. She brought you in the world in agony and pain, risking her very life. Spent the better part of her youthful years trying to bring you up healthy and strong. She sacrificed her own comfort and curbed many of her desires to give you the best. The least you can do for her now is to love her with all your heart and mind. Search the whole world, you will never find a more sincere friend than your mother. 5. Learn not only to like but love Noy-noy. When I wan your age, I continuously fought with my sisters. I had daily battles with your Auntie Maur. Yet look at her today. Now that I am helpless, your Auntie Maur is showing such concern and love which I will never repay. It will be the same with you and Noy. I have not doubt Noy will be your “refuge and staff” in the not too distant future. 6. Please do this great favor for me. I want you to serve Lolo Pepe and Lola Ma in their declining years. They have lavished paternal love and understanding on your mommie and I through all these years. They went our of their way to get us started in life starting with the purchase of Magao through all my political battles. I had hopes of serving them in the twilight of their years, but this privilege is now denied me. I hope you will make up for your daddy’s inability to repay them for their many kindnesses. Love and serve them well! 7. I do not know what career you will eventually pursue. I wish you would finish your college education before thinking of marriage because the world is getting more and more partial to college graduates. The present trend is for both spouses to work and earn to meet the rising cost of living. If you have a career of your own, you will not only be an asset to your family but can always fall back on vital reserves in case of any unforeseen tragedy or reverses. One of my greatest regrets is not to be able to bequeath you with a modest inheritance to get you fully started in life. I squandered your legacies in the numerous political battles I was engaged in. And it is too late now for tears and lament! Finally, please pray for your daddy, who loves you very much and whose sufferings will be greatly eased if your will grown up into a real fine lady whom everybody will be proud of. Your success will be the most soothing balm for my tortured heart. I thought of writing you this letter on the eve of my trial to fill the vacuum of my loneliness. Alone with no one to talk to on a fine Sunday morning, I retreated into my little corner of make-believe and imagined that you sat in front of my table discussing with me some vagrant thoughts. Never ever forget you are my double mommie and therefore my love for you is doubled. Lovingly, Dad

POSTED: AUGUST 12, 2009 12:34PM I received a forwarded message and it touched my heart.. I would like to forever have a copy of that letter.. It's a letter by Senator Ninoy Aquino to his elderst daughter on her 18th birthday. It touched my heart because it is thru this letter that I trully realized how much he sacrificed for our country.. even to the point of not being able to be with his family... August 18, 1973 FortBonifacio Makati, Rizal Ms. Maria Elena C. Aquino 25 Times St. Quezon City My dearest Ballsy, I write you this letter with tears in my eyes and as if steel fingers are crushing my heart because I wanted so much to be with you as you celebrate your legal emancipation. Now that you have come of age, my love, a voice tells me that I am no longer young and suddenly, I feel old. An old poet gave this advice very long ago “when you are sad, remember the roses will bloom in December.” I want to send you bouquet of roses, big red roses from my dreamland garden. Unfortunately for the present, my roses are not in bloom, in fact they have dropped all their petals and only the thorns are left to keep me company. I do think it is fitting to send you a thicket of thorns on this memorable day! I am very proud of you because you have inherited all the best traits of your mother. You are sensible, responsible, even-tempered and sincere with the least pretenses and affection which vehemently detest in a woman. I am sure like your mother, you will possess that rare brand of silent courage and that combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life. During my lonely hours of solitary confinement in FortMagsaysay, Laur, Nueva Ecija last March and April with nothing else to do but pray and daydream, with only my fond memories to keep me company, I planned a weekend barrio fiesta for you in Tarlac for your 18th birthday. I fooled myself into believing that my ordeal would end with the fiscal year. I planned to invite all your classmates and friends and their families for the weekends. The schedule called for an early departure by bus from Manila and the first stop will be Concepcion, where lunch will be served by the pool. And after lunch, you were to visit the SantaRitaElementary School to distribute cookies and ice cream to the children of that public school where you were first enrolled. I guess sheer nostalgia prompted me to include Santa Rita. We were only three then: Mommie, you and I. Those were the days of happy memories little responsibilities, tremendous freedom, a great future ahead and capped by a fulfillment of love. You are the first fruit of our union, the first proof of our love and the first seal of our affections. From Concepcion we were to proceed to Luisita for the barrio fiesta. I intended to invite a friend who could roast an entire cow succulently. Swimming, pelota, dancing and eating would have been the order of the day. Sunday morning was reserved for a trip around the Hacienda and the mill and maybe golf for some of the parents and later a picnic-lunch on Uncle Tony’s Island. Return to Manila after lunch. I am afraid this will have to remain as one of the many dreams I had in Laur. Our future has suddenly become uncertain and our fate unknown. I am even now beginning to doubt whether I’ll ever be able to return to you and the family. Hence, I would like to ask you these special favors. Love your mother, whose love for you, you will never be able to match. She is not the greatest mother in the world, she is your sincerest friend. Take care of your younger sisters and brother and lavish them with the love and care I would like to continue giving them but am unable to do so. Help Noy-noy along and pray hard that he will grow to be a real, responsible man who in later years will protect you all. You are the model for your three younger sisters. Your responsibility is therefore great. Please endeavor to live up to our highest expectations. Be more tolerant to Pinky, more accessible to Viel, our little genius-princess, and more charitable to Krissy, our baby doll, and make up for my neglect. Finally, forgive me, my love, for not having been an ideal, good and thoughtful father to you all as I pursued public office. I had hopes and high resolve of making up, but I am afraid my destiny will not oblige. I seal this letter with a drop of tear and a prayer in my heart, that somehow, somewhere we shall meet again and I will finally be able to make up for all my lapses, in the kingdom where justice reigns supreme and love is eternal. I love you, Dad

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1. Harry Potter captures a lot of audience; young, old, male, female, book reader, occasional reader, critic, non-critic, etc… (you got my point right?). Twilight series on the other hand is meant for girl teenagers or for those who believes in the “love conquers all” motto. It’s a romance novel, in short.
2. All Harry Potter books are equally interesting. True, I have my favorites among the seven, but each of them captured my attention and imagination. Twilight, on the other hand has only two out of 4 good books. I’m a wide reader. I love reading and can spend hours and hours just reading but I found New Moon quite a bore. Eclipse is ok but not good. Though New Moon served its purpose of establishing a strong foundation for the succeeding two, I believe it could’ve been made more interesting. Some of my friends didn’t even bother finishing it.
3. The imagination of JK Rowling is amazing. She created a whole new world; a world of wizards. Their society; their government; families; daily life, even their sports! All created and described in such a way that you will be convinced and taken into that world. Again A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! I’m not saying that Stephanie Meyer is not good; she is. She created for us a picture of how vampires blend into mortals’ lives. But I think creating a whole new world is way way impressive than making certain creatures blend into an existing world.

4. In terms of movies, comparing their firsts, Harry Potter is OBVIOUSLY worth watching. I found the Twilight movie very pathetic. Poorly done, limited budget and mediocre actors (sorry to the fans). I wasn’t even half of the movie when I got dizzy due to the poorly handled camera. It’s like an amateur movie. I believe that I didn’t give justice to the book. Meanwhile, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone was superb. From the characters, to the setup, it matched everything that I read in the book. I was blown away and made me look forward to seeing the next movie. While after watching Twilight, I’m having second thoughts of whether I will even bother seeing New Moon.
5. Harry Potter character are relatable. I agree with Chico Garcia when he said that the readers will find themselves in at least one of the characters in the book. Yes, they are wizards, but their emotions are just like human beings. They are not godlike creatures like Edward who is so handsome, and breathtakingly perfect. Harry Potter is thin boy, with bushy hair who was orphaned at a young age; Hermione with her wild and big hair but discriminated because her parents are Muggles; Ron with his freckles and financially struggling family. Edward, like I said is perfect! He is handsome and he is rich (well, because he lived forever) and falling in-love with someone like Bella is magical. Imagine, someone perfect falling-in love with someone ordinary? That doesn’t happen to anyone. Edward is selfless, sacrificing, rational guy. Harry Potter is at times reckless, emotional and foolish; just like us.

Comparing the two is inevitable. Both books takes us to a different world; a world of wizards and a human world with vampires in it. Both have good points and both have bad ones as well. I am not a critic who intends to malign one of the two. Mine are just opinions of a person who have read the entire series of both popular fictional books.

POSTED: JUNE 22, 2009 12:24PM Since last week, I’ve been so excited to celebrate Father’s day. Well, this is not exactly Win’s first father’s day but this is the first one that we get to celebrate with Heinel because last year he was just 4 months old. Anyway, we started the day with a mass. Then we headed off to Trinoma a few minutes before it opens. Hhaayyyy… I love being the first one in the mall; less people, less hassle. We bought Heinel some new clothes, new pair of Spongebob slippers (as an alternate to his other Spongebob slippers!) and bubbles set. We intended to but him a toy car but had a hard time choosing what to buy since father and son both had their own picks. Hahaha.. they are so cute. Wish I took a photo when Win is playing with a remote control car, and just right beside him, Heinel is playing with a megablocks car! Boys will be forever boys! After Landmark, we headed off to Friday’s, a personal choice of Daddy! He had Jack Daniel’s burger (which is enormous!!) while I had Sizzling Chicken and cheese. Below is the exact description in the menu: Jack Daniel’s Burger Glazed with Jack Daniel’s traditional glaze and stacked with two strips of crispy bacon and smoky Provolone cheese on a toasted bun. Served with a side of Jack Daniel’s traditional glaze. Sizzling Chicken & Cheese A sizzling skillet of onions & peppers together with garlic–marinated chicken breasts over melted American and Mexican cheeses. Served with our creamy mashed potatoes. The dishes are super yummy! Too bad Heinel sleep through lunch… in my arms! Cute boy! we were so full after. We intended to go around the mall more but because of my migraine, we had to cut short our celebration. But hey we continued it at home by simply being together and playing with our son. I love it when I see father and son playing. It gives me a great feeling of happiness and contentment. Happy father’s day again Love! And to my Dad as well! Love you both!

POSTED: JUNE 18, 2009 5:12PM In keeping up with my new year’s resolution for the year, I’ve been drinking at least 5 tumblers of lukewarm water a day here at the office. Today is a good day since I’m on my 6th already. Yehey! I’ve been recording my daily consumption thru a scoreboard. It’s amazing to realize that I’ve been doing this for six months already! I’m not really a water drinker. I can go on an entire day with only 2 glasses of water. But now, thanks to my chart, I’ve improved! With the help of a website, I calculated my recommended water intake for the day, and it says 52 ounces! 1 tumbler is 12 ounces each so if I multiply it by 5, then I already have 60 ounces just here in the office!!! Amazing! A round of applause for me please!

POSTED: JUNE 12, 2009 6:17PM

POSTED: JUNE 10, 2009 12:31PM After the Heinel was cured with his “pilay” last Friday, we were so relieved because the erratic fever finally stopped. It was a “hallelujah” moment for Win and me. but hey, not for long. Midmorning of Saturday, Heinel woke up several times crying and screaming like crazy. Normally, a bottle will soothe him but not this time. He will even throw the bottle at your face, talk about temper ha! the only way to soothe him is to carry him and tour him around the house until he tells you to go back inside the room. But mind you, this happened several times! We hardly had any sleep! Then during the day, he was so cranky and moody and he has this sudden dislike for walking. My 24 pounder son wants to be carried by me all the time. these unusual behaviors of his continued until Monday and it is then that we decided to bring him to his pedia. Turns out, he has colic! His tummy is full of gas which is why he was so cranky. Dra., gave him a medicine for colic and advised us to give him a Lactose free milk for the meantime. And also, the very reliable “manzanilla” proved to be very helpful. Hayyy.. he slept so soundly!! Thanks heavens!!!!! I do hope that this is the end of our sleepless nights… but wait, Shen, Nan, and Win has colds! Oh my, I do hope that Heinel won’t catch it…. Better get all the sleep I can get now, looks like the following days are going to be “challenging” once again…

POSTED: JUNE 4, 2009 12:25PM Our little boy is sick again. Since Tuesday night he's temperature is going up and down again, even reaching 39 degrees. He doesn't have colds nor cough and as active as ever. His appetite did not change as well. He had this before and this probably due to one of the two factors: he has a viral infection again, or, he is "pilay" again. The last time kasi, he was taking antibiotics when he was visited by a "manghihilot", so when he got well, we don't know which cured him, the medicine or the "hilot". now, we're trying out "hilot" first. If he doesn't get well in a day, we will visit Dra. Henson on Saturday.

POSTED: JUNE 2, 2009 12:30PM Last night, I had my first EVER alcohol drink, thanks to Angel! it was tequila with iodized salt and lemon (or chasers as they say). Bloody hell, it tastes awful! Upon tasting it, I felt heat all over my body and I became dizzy. Mind you, it wasn't even half the shot glass ha! My face was red all over and my head started to pound. Even as I got home, I'm still dizzy and my heart is pulpitating loudly. urrgghhh... it doesn't feel good at all! Never again! Angel took a picture of me and hopefully she'll share it to me so I can post it here.

POSTED: MAY 28, 2009

1. Knows where his nose is
2. When asked “How old are you”, he will show his pointer finger to signify “1”
3. Knows where his ears are
4. Waves to say Hi and Hello with a big smile on his face
5. Knows where his tongue is
6. Waves “bye bye”
7. Knows where his feet are
8. Knows where his hands are
9. When you say “Exercise 1,2,3…”, he will lift his arms up and down
10. When you say “Heinel, shower daddy”, it means a lot of bubbles and saliva from his mouth to your face
11. Throws “flying kisses”
12. Can do “Indian sound” (bah,bah, bah while covering and covering his mouth to produce a cute sound
13. Knows how to bless (mano)
14. Dances upon hearing any song, but more energetically when “Tell me baby” by Red Hot Chili Peppers is playing in Daddy’s ipod.
15. Ask him, “how does Daddy drive?”, and he will make a driving gesture with his hands
16. If told to sleep when he’s not sleepy, he will make a snoring sound
17. If asked how his toy bear drinks he will make a gulping sound
18. If asked how his toy bear eats, he will say “Yum,yum,yum”
19. Kisses his “friends” all time most especially Elmo and Tigger
20. When you say “Let’s count Heinel”, he will make a counting gesture with his hands
21. He can sing “Baa baa black ship”
22. Can identify a car, cat, banana, balloon and bird
23. When he wants to dance, he gets Daddy’s ipod, gives it to us, points at the ipod while dancing!
24. “Scolds” our dogs by pointing his finger at it, blabbers baby words with wrinkled eyebrows.
25. Dances whenever he sees Jollibee
26. Reminds you to give him his vitamins by handling you the bottle
27. Knows how to knock (very loudly) on the door
28. Lifts his arm up to let you know he wants his “kili-kili” to be kissed
29. Kisses with sound

POSTED: MAY 27, 2009 7:08pm Ahhhh.. here it is.. I'm so looking forward to PCD concert... next item on the list.. clothes and shoes to wear!! yihaaa!!!

POSTED: MAY 25, 2009 12:44PM Yesterday, Heinel had his first ever major toddler tantrum. It started when he was about to eat lunch in his high-chair and wanted to play with a plastic pitcher. I gave it to him and after a few seconds, he dropped it to the floor. I then set it aside, not wanting to give it to him anymore, and then poof! the trantrum begun. He was wailing, screaming and shouting really loud and when Win tried to comfort him, he slapped him in the face. I told Win to put him down as a punshiment for spanking his daddy. The wailing worsened! After that he started lying on the floor and kicking and almost banged his head. The wailing continued until his Daddy gave him the remains of his unfinished bottle. But when he drunk it up, he wanted to have another one again. I refused because it is almost time for his lunch. The tantrum started again. This time it lasted for about 15 minutes. After a few minutes he surrendered and I carried him while he was still sobbing. He was so exhausted, he can hardly keep his eyes open. So i gave him a bottle and put him to sleep. This was the first of the many to come. Heinel is a year and 3 months old now and he's already showing a lot of emotions, even anger and frustration. It was so difficult and heartbreaking seeing him like that yesterday. Sherwin and I are so full of pity for him. This is really a challenge for parents. As much as we don't like seeing him cry, it is our duty as parents to teach him what is right and what is wrong. The learning process may be painful but it will reap its rewards in the end. Sherwin and I are not perfect parents, we still have a lot to learn, but everything that we do, we always do it for the best of our son. I pray that we do make the right choices and raise him to be good person.

POSTED: MAY 7, 2009 12:29PM Yesterday, Hanzel had a post-birthday celebration at Aveneto. I was with Marlo, Jeff, Herbert, Wilson and Faye. Hanz also invited some of his staff and friends. pizza and pasta overload definitely! I was so surprised to see Hanz who lost a lot of weight! i mean, talk about the pressures of the modelling world! hahaha.. Hanz, glad to have you back! I'll see you before you go back to Gib alrgiht? muah!

Posted: May 2, 2009 6:47AM Yesterday I had lunch with Marlo, Alvin and Jeff at Italianni's Trinoma. Oh my gosh, I so miss these guys, especially Alvin whom I haven't seen for almost two years I think. Upon seeing each other, we both jumped in glee!! The entire 3 hours of lunch were all devote to updating each other, future plans and some bit of gossip of courze! the only sad thing about this reunion is that we didn't get to take even one picture! flop! oh well, it only goes to show that we're so busy making chizmax! Welcome home Alvin! we'll be seeing a lot more of each other. looking forward to more fun days with you guys. muah muah!

POSTED: APRIL 21, 2009 5:15PM Holy Week 2009 http://simbahan.net/2008/02/25/the-traditional-lenten-visita-iglesia/ Every Holy Thursday during Lent, also known as semana santa or cuaresma, it has been the tradition of the Filipino Catholic faithful to do the visita iglesia, literally, church visit. This practice, introduced by the Spanish colonizers, goes back to the time of the early church where Christians would visit the seven great basilicas in Rome for the adoration of the Blessed Sacrament during Maundy Thursday. These churches are: The Saint John Lateran, St. Peter, Saint Mary Major, Saint Paul Outside the Walls, St. Lawrence Outside the Walls, Holy Cross in Jerusalem and St. Sebastian Outside the Walls. The last was replaced by Pope John Paul II with the Sanctuary of the Madonna of Divine Love in 2000. For Filipinos, it’s not only the Blessed Sacrament but a contemplation of the fourteen stations of the cross. Traditionally, seven churches are visited with two stations per visit. While others, with more time and effort, visit fourteen. Starting with this post, the Visita Iglesia series will commence where I will be featuring colonial era churches, located in certain places or provinces where it is possible to visit at least seven of these religious structures rich in history, heritage and architecture. This post is long over due. but hey, better than never, right? This year, Sherwin and I decided to begin a tradition that we hope our kids will continue on with their own families. On Maundy Thursday, we went to our first Visita Iglesia as a couple. Our first church was St. Anthony de Padua in Sampaloc Manila. St. Anthony is the patron saint of the lost; whether goods, animals or persons. It is for this reason why this church is special to my Sherwin. When his dad was missing (11-12 years ago) this is where Sherwin hears mass and pray, asking the help of St. Anthony for his dad to find his way safely back home. Sadly, he never did. But that didn’t weaken Win’s belief in this saint. Just beside St. Anthony is Mary of Loreta church. It amazes me that two Catholic churches are built beside each other, inside the same gate! My first thought, which was kind of funny and childlike was, “Pano pag Sundays dito? Di kaya weird dahil sabay yung mass?” hihihi.. but hey, according to Win, masses are indeed held simultaneously there. But of course knowing the Filipino faith, both these churches are filled! After these two churches, Win asked me if I feel like doing a little sacrifice. Meaning? Walk! Apparently St. Jude is not that far, and yet, not that near from Sampaloc. So I said, alrightee! The sun was not brightly shining but the humid was disturbing. It was a good 15-20 minutes walk. As we were walking along the University belt and Malacanang, I felt a sudden nostalgia of my CPA review days. The entire 4BSA was a devotee of St. Jude then. Well, come to think of it, I think almost all those taking board exams are devotees of his! You see, St, Jude is the patron Saint of the hopeless. And believe me, when you’re taking the Board exam, no matter how hard you studied, you will feel like a hopeless creature whose future is in the hands of those examiners. Anyway, going to St. Jude feels like going home. It was a different feeling for me. I was at peace. I was calm. I was happy. After a quick stop for Mango shake refreshment, we headed back to the parking lot then off we go to our 4th church! Quiapo Church is known to many as the home of the famous and miraculous Jesus of Nazarene (or the Black Nazarene). I am now a faithful follower too, thanks to my husband. Going there was difficult. The streets are soooooo crowded. Quiapo was kind of crazy and scary. we parked in one of those streets a bit far from the church and had to walk from there. It is then that I felt a bit annoyed, probably due to the heat, dust and crowdedness. Good thing I have very wonderful husband who remained patient with me. But when I got to church, I felt this sudden shame enveloped my entire body. Here I am, complaining and whining because I have to walk a little, while others doesn’t even own a car and endure all the inconveniences just to pay homage to Jesus Christ. Oh and talk about Jesus Christ, didn’t he walked further, endured longer hours of scorching heat while crowned with thorns, bruised, bloody and carrying the cross? Everybody was mocking Him, making fun of Him. He went through it alone but did not complain at all? And yet here I am, fully energized, hydrated and walking hand in hand with the one I love and yet I am complaining?! Tears welled up my eyes. I can’t even looked straight to Jesus Christ. It is then that I really felt how weak I am. Not physically but in spirit… and it is then that I know that I am a sinner and I need Jesus Christ.. and so I prayed… When we left church, I felt renewed. I felt happy. I even bought a balloon as “pasalubong” to Heinel and Win bought a Black Nazarene Image. We were thinking of going to Binondo Church but accidentally came across Sta. Ana Church and so we decided to go there instead. But we were surpised at how pricey the parking lots there are! We paid P40 and we didn’t even stay there for 20 mins. Anyway, it was my first time to visit this church which is why I got to have one wish! Of course I won’t tell what it is.Right after that we’re off to Intramuros! Up until now I am still amazed at how beautiful the place is. I feel like I’m always going back to the Spanish Era. Most of the streets are closed and so we have to park quite far again (thank God I’m wearing my super comfy Havies!). there are a lot of people touring with us. Sadly there are also unending lineup of vendors which I thought slightly distorted the scenery around us. We went to San Agustin Church and I marveled at how intricate this church was made. There are moldings in the ceilings and other intricate designs. It’s a good thing they thought of putting stations of the cross outside the church so that people will not pile up inside. From San Agustin we walked to Manila Cathedral. I call this the “the bride’s church” because of the long and dramatic aisle. No wonder a lot of celebrities and huge personalities get married here. One thing I like about this church is, no matter how noisy it is outside, inside you will feel serene and solemn. Air conditioning was off when we went there and yet it’s quite cool inside. Probably because of the high ceilings. Hmm… so peaceful… Going home, I felt light and happy. Yes, it’s tiring but the experience itself was humbling. it made me understand what they mean when they say that “sacrifice makes your body weak but makes your spirit stronger”. It also made me realize how strong the Filipino faith is. Honestly, I didn’t expect to see so many people to in these churches but what I saw just only proves that beliefs and faith are something that we Filipinos hold on to and that realization makes me proud. Lastly, I am happy that I get to experience this with Win because his presence made it more special. I truly believe that events like this make a couple stronger.

POSTED: APRIL 21, 2009 12:53PM I’ve been receiving forwarded emails regarding theories about the Failon tragedy. Others are so weird and out of this world that made me realize how wild some people’s imaginations can be. I no longer feel the need to paste them here so as not to further spread it, nor do I wish to see it in the future. Each of us has our own opinions on this but to spread this in the internet is totally malicious and irresponsible. Why do we have to spread these unfounded and unsolicited opinions? Are we as heartless as the policemen are? If you have opinions, please keep it among yourselves. The family is suffering enough as it is now. Please do not aggravate their agony by coming up with theories and analyzing the situation then sending it to everyone you know. What are these people’s intention in doing these? I pray that they find it in their hearts to sympathize with the family instead. What they need now are prayers, not further pain to add up to their grieving heart. Please spare the family further pain please. Stop being insensitive.

POSTED: APRIL 20, 2009 5:17PM I remember posting this blog during the hype of the suicide of the wife a famous broadcaster. More than the drama, it opened our eyes to the reality of how revenge does not choose when and how to strike. I personally believe there is more to the behaviour of the QCPD than what they are saying... Last Wednesday, everybody was shocked with the news that the wife of a famous broadcaster was shot in the head. Initial speculations came out that it was the broadcaster who shot his wife after a heated argument inside the car. But later, another statement was released that it is the wife who shot herself inside the bathroom of their daughter’s room. For the next 24-hours, everything was getting clearer and confusing at the same time. Clearer, because the family members and household helpers all said that it was indeed suicide, which some people still doubt but I believe. And confusing because the police are acting like this is all a BIG criminal case wherein people are being harassed, forced and arrested! What is going on here?????? Thursday night, the wife died (may she rest in peace). She died almost the very same time that her siblings are being harassed and forced by the police to go with them in the precinct. And for what charges? None. They are just being accused of obstruction of justice because apparently the sister refused to talk to the police. But according to the one of the lawyers, how can there be obstruction of justice if no crime has been proven yet? Right now they are mourning, aggravating and fighting injustice. I pity their family. I followed this story religiously and I am disgusted with how the police and our judgment system are handling this. These people just saw a family member inside the bathroom swimming in her own blood. And the police expect them to act normal, recount all the events in detail, and reenact the incident within 24 hours when it happened? These policemen of ours are either naïve or totally heartless. If you saw a family member in the bathroom swimming in her own blood, would you not, first and foremost, rush her to the hospital? Then how come the QCPD is harassing the family for having done what is the most logical thing to do?? They are arresting the entire household help because they cleaned up the bathroom and the car, knowing and believing that what happened was self-inflicted by the victim?? Isn’t it what one will do especially if there are other members of the family who might be affected gravely if they saw all the blood? I think anyone who has children, or should I say, who has common sense, would’ve done the same. And if you are the relatives of the “victim” why on earth would you defend the killer? The entire family of the wife is at Mr. Failon’s side. If they have, even an inkling that he did it, why would they side him? And why, oh why, do they have to drag people and shove them inside the police car when they are not inviting fighting them???? And what are the charges again?? None. They say they are just inviting them for questioning? Is this how you invite people? By putting handcuffs on them and dragging them??? Disgusting. These people are in the most trying times of their lives. And the police are treating them like criminals! Is this how are justice system is? they kick you so hard when you’re down???? If they can do this to the Failon family, with the media watching every move, I can just imagine how they act on “normal” people. Are these the people who should be protecting our rights?? And yeah, about the creep we call our Justice Secretary, why in the hell would you announce on National TV that you receive an anonymous text message saying that a friend helped Mr. Failon move the dead body from the body to the bathroom in another room? Isn’t that so irresponsible especially coming from a justice secretary? Mr. Failon is not yet charged of anything, thus he is not a suspect. Yet, how come the QCPD and The Chief Justice treat him like one? And isn’t it that line in justice is “Innocent until proven guilty?” How come it is the other way around for Mr. Failon? I’m angry with what I’m seeing. I am angry that injustice and police brutally is very evident in our country. You can see it on TV! Is this something we will get accustomed to just like corruption and politicking? Is this something we will consider “part” of the culture in our country? Is that something we want our children to grow up to? Whatever the outcome of this investigation is, I hope and pray that the police and the public will give the family and Mr. Failon the respect that they deserve. This is probably one of the most painful event in the lives. It does not take a lawyer to know that. I hope that they will be spared with the unfair trial by publicity. This story is not an episode of the CSI. This is real life. The characters are real and has feelings. They have the right to human dignity. Oh, and about the obstruction of justice case, aren’t the policemen supposed to be charged by these for violating a very basic law?????