Friday, December 28, 2007


Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I miss blogging!

Monday, December 17, 2007


My laptop is down and I have not been able to blog. I was able to use it last on Friday at the Philippine Airlines office at the Centennial Airport. I was having my ticket to Bohol rebooked and thought I'd check my email while waiting for my number to be called. When I got home and turned it back on, it went into automatic disk checking, and it has been doing that (and only that) since. I'm having it fixed right away so I could go on with my life.

As of today, I have the following pending posts:

  • The Bohol Vacation
  • The Singapore Trip
  • The Bohol Trip for The Happy Sun charity
I have drafts of the Singapore entries already and will do my best to post them (and the other pending entries) within the week, before the Christmas rush sets in. In the last two weeks I have gained so much insight and there is just so much to share. My cup is filled to the brim and I am close to overflowing.

Busy busy busy.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Touchdown Manila!

Just got home. There is so much to tell, so many stories to share but for now I am beat. Late night flight and barely forty winks caught.

Suffice it to say that I have found a home in Singapore.

Exciting times ahead.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007


Was at the airport early for my flight to Singapore.

Not that I was excited to leave. It was my first time and I thought that if there was going to be any problem or confusion, then at least I'd have time to fix it.

But everything went smoothly. Check in went fine. No problems at Immigration. Smooth.

Plane landed at exactly 11:50 pm tonight. Was at Immigration by 12:25 am. Out the airport by 12:45. At my friend Aileen's house by 1:15.

Met her family, had coffee with her and her hubby, and talked with them about TV, mutinies, politics, prosperity, religion, and the state of the Philippine nation (wow) until about 4:30 am.

As of press time, I have pretty much settled in at Zaq's room. (Aileen was much too kind to let me sleep in her son's room.) I have also set up my Singapore SIM card which will allow me to reach my contacts here more easily. Although I may still need to reconfigure it a bit.

From the Philippines, I can be reached by SMS through my Globe (+639172441221) and Smart (+639217714071) numbers, which are both on roaming. I can also be reached through my Singapore number (+6597789600) while I am here.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007


Destiny's Day has finally arrived. I do not know what awaits me there but I am most excited to find out. To all who have encouraged, pushed, prayed for, and helped me towards this end, I thank you with all my heart.

God is good and don't we know it.

Monday, December 3, 2007


"My dream is to spend my life doing what I feel I was born to do."
- Paul Potts, winner of the first series of Britain's Got Talent

A member of one of the e-groups I am subscribed to recently posted a link to Paul Potts' audition video to the show, Britain's Got Talent. I saw the video for the first time today, and it got me crying. Many times.

Tomorrow, I take my first step outside into the bigger world. And like Paul Potts, my dream is to spend my life doing what I feel I was born to do.

This is what I was born to do. And so I will do it.

All'alba vincerò! Vincerò! Vincerò!

At daybreak, I will succeed!

My Favorite Things

Tarsiers and fishes, and dolphins and rivers,
pythons and churches, hills, islands and bridges,
warm, friendly locals that so love to sing -
these are a few of my favorite things!

I just had the most wonderful, most unforgettable vacation of my life!

More of Bohol in the coming days.
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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda