The Benefits of Oregano

Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.

Hand of Hope: Samuel Alexander Armas

A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.

Tracey Connelley, Baby P's Evil Mom, Shows NO Remorse

I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.

Baby P's Murderers -- Why Are They Being Protected?

In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.

That Winter The Wind Blows Finale: Did Oh Soo Die?

Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.

Mar 23, 2012


I want to play sims 3.

Mar 20, 2012

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

This Used To Be My Poem For You.
Well, at least until I forgot about this poem
and sometimes, forget about you too.
If you forget me
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Paige's Graduation Number

Old Photos, Old Memories

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Mar 15, 2012

I'm 32 Today.

So, this is how 32 feels like. It doesn't feel any different. I still feel the same inside, but the number is so intimidating.  It forces me to come to terms with things in my life.

What Have I Learned at 32?

At 32, I have learned to like myself. Oh, I am not at all perfect, but I have learned to be truly comfortable with who I am. It doesn't mean, however, that I will be complacent.  There are some things that I can still change about myself and I intend to do just that.

What Am I Grateful For?

I have lots of things I'm grateful for -

1. My wonderful, uber-patient, saintly husband and my spunky, intelligent, funny and wonderful little girls. They mean more to me than life itself.


2. Daddy and Mama, especially now after the health scare with Daddy.  I hope he'll respond well to his meds.


3. My sister and  my beautiful Cori.


4. My friends. I'm grateful for you too, Bes. You're not in the picture though. :) I'm grateful for every person I can truly call "my friend". That includes everyone who has touched my heart and my life with their presence.


Now for my I-am-effin'-32 bucket list:
1. Review for the bar exams. Take and Pass the Bar Exams.
2. Start reviewing for LET. Take and Pass the LET Exam.
3. 26.

That's about it. :)

ako ini

Mar 8, 2012

Ranting: 03.08.2012

God, I'm so tired. I am not cut out for this. I've realized that I do not EVER want to be a businesswoman.  Erbe revels on this however, but I hate it. I HATE IT. I hate waking up early and I hate sleeping late. I hate dealing with people and worrying, constantly worrying. The thing is Erbe loves this, but I end up with the ugly tasks, mostly scolding people. I don't know how many times I've scolded people the past few days. People have come to hate me.  When I used to be "Tere", now I'm "Ma'am".  See? That's how bad it is!  They do not smile at me anymore. They try to avoid me. God.

Meanwhile, they like Erbe. My husband hates confrontation.  He is generally one of the kindest souls in the planet.  He doesn't speak ill of people. He likes to find the best in people.  So, he hates confrontation and he hates scolding people and because I'm quite good at being the ultimate bitch, I do the dirty job. I hate it.

I wish Daddy will just get better soon. I am so fucking worried. I cried at the drop of a hat. I am so stressed out I've taken a bath three times today because bathing makes me feel good. I really need a break.

Mar 3, 2012

Staring At The Monster

Sometimes, bad things happen to people you love.  Often you'd find yourself pretending that it's not really "that bad" or that the monster will just go away.  Sometimes, you end up with a really stubborn one that refuses to let go.

And then, for a single second, it happens.  You find yourself staring at the same truth that you've been trying to ignore.

I'm staring at that now.

My daddy is sick.  He's not perfect, but he's my father. He has his eccentricities, but he taught me one thing � faith, absolute faith in God.

And it's that same faith that I'm holding on to right now. I'm worried. I'm really worried. He has been sick for months now.  He told me, however, that God will heal him.  He does not doubt that at all.

So, I should do the same. But I'm still worried because sometimes, God has other plans.  Sometimes, God sees things differently.

So, I'll stay right here, staring at my monster, hoping it won't open its mouth and eat me alive.