About Me

>> Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I follow the golden rule, quote unquote "Do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you", and its reverse. Needless to say, this rule says exactly who I am when I talk to people, when I talk of people and when I am with people. When you adhere to this rule, you sure will reap what you sow.

Alone, which is most of the time, I am a worrier. I worry about myself, my family, my country, the world we live in, and life in general. To counterbalance pessimism, (I know it’s a cliché) I always thank God for who I am and what I am. For amidst the success and failure, there is God who takes charge of everything.


One Sunday

>> Friday, September 19, 2008

Going back to your roots once in a while is relieving. Its been 3 months since we last visited Liliw Laguna, me and my husbands’ hometown. Since it’s a Sunday, Manila to Liliw was only a 2-hour drive, a far-cry from the traffic-irritating 3 to 4 hours drive on weekdays.

This short trip was unplanned. As our usual schedule on a Sunday, we attended the 9am mass at Sanctuario de San Antonio. Was supposed to visit my friend Chinky’s bazaar in Quezon City but she told me not to anymore as the venue was not worth the time and effort. For lunch we wanted to try new environment, and so my husband said Alabang. We live in Pasig and tired of the usual Tiendesitas, Rockwell, Eastwood city ambiance. When I texted my food buff friend Trina, she suggested Hula Hula, a Hawaian resto near Fitness First Alabang. For whatever reason after a sumptuous lunch at Hula Hula around 11:30 am, my husband blurted: lets go to Liliw.

On our way to Liliw, I couldn’t help but truly enjoy the very essence of Sunday with the family. My husband’s repeatedly amusing joke while driving coupled by our two girls’, Joshielle and Sheena, giggling, was a moment every mother would always want to witness. Not to forget the green panorama along South Superhighway that provides a soothing relief for any person exposed to the influx of tall buildings in Metro Manila.

Our hometown. Since this was an unplanned trip, my father was taken aback upon opening the gate and seeing his only child, 2 lovely granddaughters and of course his favorite son-in-law in front of him, while he was on in the middle of weight lifting (very light, just for his age- 74) My mother was equally surprised when the girls woke her up in the middle of her usual afternoon nap. Joshielle and Sheena's fave cousins, Jade, Lara and Toby also excitedly dropped by the house to catch few things up even for an hour or two as they had to rush to their Ballet class. We all talked about shallow issues just to savor the few hours of bonding. I knew from the look of my parents eyes how much they miss us, followed by their constant hugs and kisses to my kids ,touching their hairs and pulling them to sit in their lap. It was such a lovely moment to treasure. Liliw trip is not complete if we do not buy the very affordable slippers and uraro from Jonas’ auntie. To top it all, we visited the image of San Buenaventura inside the Saint John The Baptist Church. Every time I visit Liliw, I see to it that I visit the church too. The image of San Buenaventura, according to my mother, is even older than she is. It is known to be very miraculous proven by lots of prayers granted. I am a living example of such. In January 2007 I prayed for an unbelievable blessing which I am presently relishing. For about a year now, I have been extremely thankful for allowing me to shout to the world that despite challenges and imperfections Life is indeed beautiful, and so are WE.


Golden Rule and Gods Rule

>> Saturday, September 13, 2008

Today, I woke up in the wrong side of the bed. Or shall I say, today is the sequel of the pain I experienced yesterday in the hand of an associate. Unfortunately, that person does not follow the golden rule of do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you. Proof of which, he hurt me. I tried to convey my side, but he never listened . As a believer of tolerance, I am still giving him a chance to somehow admit his mistake, otherwise, I am ready to make a drastic decision.

As I am continuously saddened, I opted to spend the day as my "quiet time". I shut myself from my family, from the world. Inside my room,I cried and conveyed my rage to an imaginary person. I thought it would help alleviate the pain, but it did not. I was still hurting. Then for whatever reason, I glimpsed at our bed where my husband was calmly laying and noticed a pink book beside him entitled What Matters Most (for women). It was a birthday present from two of my new gym buddies which was handed to me just this morning by my husband. I remembered opening the gift earlier, but didn't pay much attention to it and carelessly placed the book somewhere. What attracted me was the pink cover, but what's inside is even more interesting.

As I scan the book, I was struck by one line which I always hear and read but the situation now dictates that I savor its meaning.

here it goes : If someone does wrong to you, forgive that person because the Lord forgave you. So what else can I say?


My haven

>> Wednesday, September 3, 2008

It took me 129 years, 128 breath, so to speak, and convincing words from my cousin Ruth before I finally got the courage to write again. For about sometime, I was forced to deviate my attention on things that did not require introspection, more so, from intense writing. I knew from my heart how much I longed to revert from what I've loved to do for quite sometime. It might require pencil pushing on the onset but now that my brain has synchronized with my heart, I am ready to pour my self out.

blog “angbestofme” shall be my starting point in rekindling the fire within me. The fire that will pave the way to unleash the chain in my life. This will be my haven on earth.




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