Eponine Moment


I still can’t get over this super fan girl convo I had with Jessa Marie! 🙂




So, this is me.
I think this was taken during my first birthday.

I’m lucky to have had so many pictures (even videos) taken as a child because my father was a professional photographer and videographer prior to the ubiquity of digital photography. Plus, I’m the eldest child… so my father may have been carried away with aiming the lenses and clicking the shutter. (Some of my old photos are like mug shots. They’re taken in the same location at different angles. I’m like: “Pa, come on!”)

Seeing this picture (my mom scanned a lot of our baby pics… And yes, posted them on facebook. Ugh.), made me think. Maybe the reason why I dislike having my picture taken now as an adult, is because I have had my fair share of smiling for the camera.

Another way of looking at it, though, is that I should have been so used to getting my picture taken that I should have now grown to be a selfie addict… which I’m not.

Hmm. Weird.

Aaaaaanyway… Just a random thought.


More than half of my life, I’ve been missing these girls.
I love you.

**This post is inspired by Sibling Day (April 10th).

M16 Newbie


Target shooting using an M16 rifle at the Cu Chi Tunnels. This baby is loud.

Taken by Tatia last February 2012 in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.

Into the Heights: Goodbye to the Trains!

Four more days until the big move…
… which means four more days of patience and sacrifice with the trains!

For more than a year, I have put up with all the long lines, stop entries, pushing, shoving, always full cars, and colorful people of the Metro Railway Train (MRT) System. And now finally, I will be released of its haunts and taunts.


I have lost a lot of things to the MRT…
– two bags (might be three by the end of this week)
– one good shoe
– red blood cells and hemoglobin count
– respect for authoritative mothers and impatient, whiny b*tches; and
– closely my sanity and morality

But I also did gain a lot from it (which makes this topic worthy of a blog post)
– new found patience and faith
– a path to achieve a mini “nirvana” (to block out all the bad things around)
– increased core strength and balance
– small muscles in the arms (I think they’re called biceps? But I won’t even attempt to label my thin lanky arms with such a macho term); and
– unforgettable conversations, inside jokes, and bonding moments with Rosy!

If there’s one thing I would miss going home by train is the company.
Getting to go home with one of my closest friends, Rosy. She had kept me sane and amused the entire two-hour journey home from work. There were times that we were so deep into our conversations and laughter that I almost forgot it was already my stop.

Sorry for leaving you with the shark tank that is the MRT, Rosy.
I will surely miss it because of you!


To the MRT and all its unfortunate and weirdo passengers… ADIOS!

Chismis at Kape sa Tagaytay


It’s my Mama and Papa’s 27th Wedding Anniversary!


Happy Anniversary, folks!
I’m so lucky to have you as my ‘rents.
Here’s to 50 more years! Cheers!