Reservoirs

My close friends have a term for me when I am in that state where I am in right now. BUBBLE. Without asking them to, they give me the space that I felt I need because my aura exudes me being lethargic. Languid. Sluggish. I love my friends for being able to know when to let me bubble up.

When I do bubble up, it’s like I have my own sense of isolation. It’s self-imposed and I feel disconnected but not really. Especially in these times that when I want to burst out of my bubble, everyone ...

I miss the times when we were little kids: we would play tago-tago and bato-lata and patintero and jackstone, etc. No one minded where our playmates lived or what she wore, or how fat or skinny the other was. No one asked what income level their parents were or what kind of car they were driving. At the end of the day, no matter the status or physique, everyone was equal. We had scraped legs, muddy clothes, sweaty shirts and we were laughing, we had too much fun and we didn't have a care in the ...

Last February 12, 2012, a girl named Kanae Miyahara married her one true love.

I don't know who Kanae is but I do know the one she got married to-- the man without limbs. This guy touched my life in so many ways-- Nick Vujicjic. He said he is worthy of love and someone is destined for him.

I have learned if you have learned to love yourself enough, there will be a glow within you that you may never know. And no matter who you are, no matter what your status is, it ...

I have a scar in my lower right lip. I don?t know if some of you may notice it (check my profile pic) but somehow, it merged so well on my lips that it becomes so unnoticeable to others who really don?t pay attention to my lips. However, it brought me a lot of insecurities back then. I had to hide my smile and try not to pose too much in pictures. Some would make fun of it and call me ?Burot! Burot!? I hated my lips. I hated it so much I was actually thinking of saving back then for surgery to have ...

While processing some Philhealth requirements, I went to the Local Civil Registrar. It took me an hour to get hold of a local birth certificate. What a great experience it was. And that was coated with sarcasm.

I had been referred to three different buildings because when I asked the staff where the Local Civil Registry is located, I deduced that it’s either they don’t know how to give good directions or they don’t know their own offices.

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Nagsakit akong tiyan, nagsige sad kunuhay kog huna-huna
kung unsa akong nakaon ug kung natun-ugan ba ko
Sa sige nakog duko ug hinilak sa kasakit,
niingon akong mga migo, "Bai, iutot lang gud na.."
In a huff and puff, ingon ko in denial
"Dili lagi ni panuhot!"
Nagthink sad kog, mas nindot ideny kaysa ma-aan kag palautot

Pero in truth, perti na baya nakog pugong
kanina pa ning buntag kagawsunon
pero ang office, ...

I can't help but feel teary-eyed whenever I listen to this song. This brings me back to November 2011 whenever I visit the Neonatal ICU to have some moments with my son, Levi. He was so frail and fragile and I would always hum this song to him. Humming this song brings me to a sense of peace. Words always fail me whenever I visit my little one and somehow, a song connects us both together.

For some reason, when I see his dad during his weakest times on chemo therapy, this song keeps ...