My Cup of Tea

Start of the Advent season and excited to attend the early dawn mass once again. Christmas is the happiest time of my life because it reminded me of my happy childhood in the province, by just thinking Christmas, my mind tossed back again to the magical period of my innocence and I love it because it helps me escape from the torment of life.  Christmas celebration is more wonderful in the province, plenty of native foods, life is so simple and relax and lots of laughter in the neighborhood. But my favourite part is the endless invitation of relatives and old friends to come to their houses and eat and eat, hahaha! I had the best Christmas celebrations when I was still in grade school. After the Christmas eve mass which often celebrated by my father (our parish priest would only conduct Christmas eve mass in the town proper but not in barangays), I and my cousin would roam around our place and did carolling and we would divide the native foods we received and sat beside th

I held my privacy very precious but here, I want to share something about my life, about my true self. I love PINK!  It's the color of beauty, romance and innocence.. but it's not exclusive haha ! There are some occasions that I choose other shades like purple, lavender and aqua green.  I am afraid to die in bullets, sword, car accident or being raped. I often pray for a quiet death, it's not morbid because everyone will have to die, so it's inevitable, and no one can escape, death is a nice word because it reminds us that we don't last forever. I dreamed to travel to Europe , I am fascinated with its history and glorious past. I want to write about ancient castles and monarchy and traveling there to do an actual research is a great help. I want to see the romantic countryside of Italy in Tuscany, the spectacular beaches around Greece and Cornwall in England and St. Kilda in Scotland and marveled at the breathtaking scenery of nature at Bavaria

This morning I read one article about ...well...."Nothing lasts forever", such a great sharing from one blogger and felt what she had gone through..she ended the article with something like ".... so don't be too caught up with the past, just look forward to the future".... One day, things will change....everything will just be a hazy shadow of the past..but we must undergo a terrible sojourn of despair first before seeing what life has to offer on the other side of the road...after all...we cannot see a beautiful rainbow without passing a terrible rain.. Someday, everything makes sense....just got to make the best of the situations, sometimes because of our effort to hold on tight, we've got to lose the things we are trying hard to save. But that's life...and we must learn how to conform with the reality.... For so long, I've been keeping myself welded in one corner that I never realized time is slipping so fast. I was so cautious with m

The Battle of Britain book sent to me by Sir Earl Doriman, former engineering faculty who now lived with his family in Manchester, England. Thank you sir Earl! Towards the end of my high school years, I thought of taking up International Studies (IS) in college because I wanted to study the history and culture of other nations/continents, well particularly Europe, but it was not materialized because none of the universities in Mindanao offered IS back in the 90s, so I settled with a business course. But my longing to study other culture grew everyday, so when I entered college, whenever I had a vacant hour, I would go to the library and read books about Europe, the continent's glorious past, the wars, the monarchy and everything about the royalty's amusing lifestyle. Later, this fascination became a habit. Okay, so lately, despite tons of case assignments and class reports in the graduate school (where I currently enrolled 12 units), I still have enough time to

One of the most memorable stories I encountered in my Literature subject back in college was DEAD STAR, written by Paz Marquez Benitez. It was a good story of coming to terms with destiny. It narrates a story of passion and love felt by Alfredo Salazar towards Julia Salas. To make it short, they did not end up together. Salazar married another woman, Esperanza. Julia, on the other hand, moved to another town.  For the past eight years after Salazar got married, he seemed never gotten over Julia, his feeling remained, he was still nurturing some hope that he would see her again or be with her once again. One day he went on a business trip to Julia's town, then visited her at her house and experimentally held her hands to find out if the intensity of his love still exist. But he was surprised to find out that everything was no longer there anymore. That what he felt was only the product of his illusion and not real. Dead Star is used by the author to symbolize a dream

Oh sweet life! I am always fascinated with European dishes not because of its distinct and unique taste but because of  its incomprehensible, tongue-twisting names, I am enthralled with the very complicated pronounciation (lol!). I wonder how the Pot au feu , C oq auvin  and kouign amann  would be accepted with my very oriental stomach . Well, just this morning, while searching for some ideas online with necessary information about putting up a party essential e-business, I came across with this delectable site of David Lebovits on living a sweet life in Paris (France) where he revealed so many tips on how to create scrumptious desserts, coolers and other yummy recipes, naaks!my hunger pangs suddenly strike and heaven! what's with those tongue-curling names of desserts? First, I read about his entry how to make ice cream gelato , a specialty from Italy, then I browsed his articles about savory dishes and mouth-watering desserts, haaaay, oh so yummy! Sweet ch

Attending Kerygma Conference this coming December 3, 2011 at PWC, Davao City. This will be the second time that I will attend KCon. But last year was terrible, I did not finish the event, I went home at 11:30 am and did not return due to some resentment I felt . It was appalling to continue sitting there when deep inside something was revolting so I decided to return home before lunch time. That was pretty bad. But this year, uhmmm, I hope it would be different, I hope I can endure whatever I will going to "witness" there. I've been a Kerygma reader since 1997 when Bo Sanchez was still single (hehe), I bought his first book published in 1999 "You Can Make Your Life Beautiful", a compilation of his "The Boss" section articles in Kerygma magazine.  I am fascinated the way he preached and the way he reached out to people. Though charismatic is not a bonafide program of the Diocesan and my father, who is serving the Catholic church as a lay minister fo

Email this to a friend Wide awake at 1:00 am!^___^ Closely watching the video interviews of Steve Jobs, Bill Gates and Warren Buffet, hoping to get some important information from them on how to joggle with the intense competition in the global market. This semester, I will be taking up one of the elective subjects (global marketing) of MBA and since I'd decided to take up marketing management as a field of concentration, valuable lessons from these three world billionaires might help me a lot. The late Steve Jobs was known for his shrewd marketing management style and so far, almost all business magazines and newspapers around the world, agreed and considered him as one of the best entrepreneurs on earth in the 21st century. Highly successful with his management and marketing techniques, Steve Jobs often left people in awe with his remarkable ingenuity, marketing strategies and the way he guided Apple Incorporated, which is considered today, no doubt, as the leader in elect

Email this to a friend Oh how I wish life is always like this.  Beautiful.Calm.Quiet.Terrific. The soothing morning air gently rustles through the plants and I love watching the sweet sunshine rays shimmer like magical silver thread beyond the leaves of the trees.  I woke up quite late this morning, so I bounced hastily and went downstairs then walked outside the kitchen and paused for a moment and looked up at the magnificent horizon, breathed deeply and savored the coolness of the surroundings then moved back to the kitchen sink and washed the kettle.  I love it when the environment is peaceful and quiet. No unnecessary noise. No dragging of feet. No shouting. And I love staying in my room during holidays because it feels like I have all the freedom. Drift to sleep whenever I could, listen to soft music, write stories, update my blogs, read books and sketch stuff in my drawing pad. Contrary to what I felt in the past about my future (where I constantly fre