Wala lang...

Just trying out this new feature of uploading pics directly to blogger instead of going through an image host. Pretty cool. Although you're only limited to the 3 templates it provides. Oh well, I guess it works if you're only posting 1 photo in your entry.

Anyway, here's the picture I chose to test this feature with -- me posing with the window washer of our office building.

Walk me down the aisle, Daddy...

I rarely (and I mean rarely) get bouts of loneliness. And it takes a lot to make me feel sad. But there's one thought that can easily let the feeling creep in without warning -- MY DAD. I only have happy thoughts about my father (he's my hero), which makes the feeling even worse.

It's been 9 years since he passed away. I have long accepted and gotten over the fact that he's gone. Yet there are times when I can't help but feel bad that he cannot be (physically) present in my life. Gahd, I terribly miss him!

Here's a picture I always carry around and hold in my heart.

Our last Christmas together.

Lately, another sad, sad, thought has been constantly piercing my heart with such pain that I can't help but shed some tears. It's the thought of my dad not being there to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day...

So long, Star!

My friend Reyster Langit passed away. He's the first friend I lost and I'm having a bit of a difficult time coping. You must have heard it from the news, we lost him to a rare disease called cerebral malaria.

Please pray for the eternal repose of his soul and for strength for his family and friends.

Circle of Life

Flashback. My family and I had just finished hearing mass. As we walk back to the car, it's a habit of mine to look around, checking whether some of my classmates heard mass, too. This particular Sunday, as I finished scanning the Church grounds, I reached out to hold my dad's hand. Not looking, I was wondering why the hand I was trying to hold, was letting go of mine! Only to realize that it WAS NOT my dad's hand I was holding! I was 7 years old then.

Fast forward to last Sunday. I was in a toy store looking for a gift for my god child, when suddenly a little boy (without looking) grabbed by arm, pulled me towards him and starting telling me all about this action figure that he wanted for himself. He was holding onto my arm real tight that I couldn't just pull-away. So I just told him, "hey, sweetie. i 'm not your mommy."

Life has indeed gone full circle :)