Starting Over Again



It’s been a while since I picked up my pen and wrote a manuscript for my blog. The last time I have written a whole blog post was almost a year ago. I have experienced a lot of adventure and lost and gained but due to some reasons I cannot pinpoint, I was not able to transcribe them. Maybe I was preoccupied with my photography gigs and other chores back then. Maybe I was overwhelmed with the ideas in my head that I forgot to write them. I have neglected my pen and pad for over a year. I have even lost my favorite pen during my dormancy.

Then earlier this year, I remembered to check my WordPress account. I was glad to delighted to learn that there were still some who view and read my posts and was more delighted to see new followers. I realized the that I should write and post again because I owe it to these readers and subscribers. I know that I’m not really a good writer and my posts are incoherent, a chop suey of fashion, narratives, poems and illustrations, but still, I should write this craziness in my head.

I now tweaked my blog— I added some buttons on the menu and changed my theme. As a preparation for my comeback, I have tried writing haikus which was like a baby step before constructing paragraphs in the future. I thought of posting these haikus together with some of my photos and illustrations.

I want to thank the readers who read my outdated posts and those who accidentally clicked  the links that got them lost in my page (you upped my view stats!). I thank my co-writers and bloggers for posting. Reading your works have motivated me to write again. To whoever is reading this post, I would like to hear your inputs to challenge me more so that I could develop my writing skills

Let’s keep our fingers moving and our thought flowing. Happy blogging!

DIY Infinity Scarf

DIY Infinity Scarf


I’ve actually done this during the holiday season out of boredom. I was looking for some old clothes in the attic with nice a fabric to be recycled but unfortunately, I found none. Instead, I saw my nephew and niece’s old cloth diapers or lampin as we call them here in the Philippines. They’re made out of 100% cotton and the thickness was just right which was perfect for the project I intended to do. Don’t worry, they were clean and poop-free!

MATERIALS (makes 1 scarf):

– 2 cloth diapers

-white thread


1. Cut the cloth in half lengthwise. (I used three of the cutouts but you can use all four pieces if you want a longer scarf.)

2. Sew the entire long edge of the wrong side from tip to end. Now you have a long tube of cloth.

3. Put your arm through the middle of your long tube and grab the end of the other side. Then pull the far side back through the middle of the tube, flipping it right side out as you gou.

4. Sew both ends together.

5. Dye and dry.




we had lots of time…but i’m left with nothing

14 seconds introduction in a 2 hours birthday party
30 minutes of funny life-story sharing before you asked my number
1 month and 18 days of exchanging friendly messages before you confessed your feelings
6 months of courtship before becoming officially on
10 to 15 minutes of phone calls daily
Twice a month dinner dates
7 monthsaries celebrated
1 week of you becoming cold, 6 days before our 8th monthsary
18 minutes confession of a friend who knew about your 2-month infidelity
6 minutes for me to tell you about what I heard and to ask you “Is is true?”
6 seconds of silence before you said “yes”
7 minutes, i guess, took you to explain that you are sorry that you fell out of love and you just can’t spit it out to my face
7 seconds, I stood still and 18 seconds for me to run away while you are in the middle of your story of cheating
27 minutes of my dramatic walking under the rain 
7 nights being sleepless, i still love you
Half a month, I haven’t heard about you, still expecting for rekindling of the old flames
2 months, 3 weeks, 2 days after the confrontation, a friend told me
You are getting married to that 3 month pregnant girl you were seeing behind my back
Another month of sleepless nights, so lonely
Dozens of friends telling me to let it go
One me waiting for you
One me denying the truth
One me, still thinking there is still love
One stupid me, saying that this love will be forever

I Can’t Think of Any Title For This…

…as much as i can’t think of anything to write in this text box. I haven’t posted anything for the past months. I don’t know why. Maybe I don’t have much time anymore to update my blog or maybe I’ve lost my creative and poetic juices. I hope it’s not the latter. I would like to believe it’s the first one. I have been quite busy inside the studio and traveling around places for work. For those who still don’t know what’s keeping me busy Iately, I am a pseudo-wedding photographer nowadays so I have spent the previous months taking photos, laying out albums, etc. I was that preoccupied that I haven’t finished reading the books I’ve started or watching the DVDs I bought or download the Top 40 songs. I haven’t even seen some of my friends lately. I just hope that in time, I’ll find the inspiration and the motivation to post the whatever things right off the top of my twisted head. Maybe, this post is the start and a portent before the awaited “I’m back to blogging in WordPress!”

Wish me luck, you twisted readers and writers!

Getting Old with Friends!

Guess what! It’s just the first month of the year but I got older again. I had my birthday on the 11th and my friend Alvyn Jean on the 6th. There was an earlier celebration with my family at home. It was an all-in-one dinner meaning, Liza’s and my birthday and Sarah’s sendoff party. I haven’t got the chance to invite some of my friends to come over. I wanted to celebrate my 22nd birthday with my friends so Alvyn and I planned a night out. Initially, the planned date should be on the 13th but the weather wasn’t good and it turned out that some of them were on duty that day. So after having that situation, we had to postpone the get-together and wait for their new duty schedules so that we’d know when all of us would be free. Their scheds came and we saved the 25th as our date.

The day of our celebration came and Alvyn and Casey dropped by at the shop in the afternoon. We took some snapshots at the studio as we killed time. We went to Good Taste Legarda at around 7 PM. Bebet, Jhenne, Cherith, Rozen and Jeff joined us for dinner.I handled the bill which was P1,190. Unfortunately, the “in-love” Jhenne and the “working girl” Jeff had to leave after that. We then decided to go to Chairman’s KTV. Jonrich came to join us and brandished a box of pizza. I dunno how he was able to hide that from the staff when he entered. Caring came at the last minute with fries in a styro.We were able to chow down the greasy food without staff knowing about it. No corkage due! We had to end the night as some are having their shifts early the next day. Alvyn took care of the bill, which coincidentally, was also P1,190! Go figure.

It was a happy night. Well, every moment with my friends is extra special—with all that food, photo moments, singing, laughter and a little bit of landian. Having them around to celebrate with is already enough to make me happy, the gifts are just a bonus. And before I get more mushier than the mushy person I am today, I want to say that I hope and pray to celebrate one another’s birthdays with them  in more years to come… Salamat at kumpleto kami kahit wala iyong iba.

Flipping Through 2012

As I rummage through my bag, I can’t help but to take notice of my oak wood-bound organizer. I forgot to write my activities for the past several days as I was quite busy during the holidays. I decided to write about how I spent my Christmas and some out of town trips with friends and family. My December entries were on the last six pages of my little brown book. All of the pages are on the verge of being field. Days from now, I would be keeping my organizer into my stash. So while it’s still serving it’s worth for this year, I turned the pages back to January and recollected 2012.


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I went through my January entries and saw that it was one of the most jam-packed months I’ve had this year. I was still active in the EMS. My body was still aching from our extensive trainings we’ve had last year but we needed to return to our base and complete our duty hours. It was also my birth month but I celebrated my 21st birthday away from home. I enjoyed sharing my two caked with the groups though before we had another bone-breaking emergency drill.

February came and I was still quite busy with the EMS during the first half of the month. We had a chance to go to one of my hometowns, Sagada, to volunteer as medical standbys for the mountain bike race during the Lang-ay Festival. Valentine’s Day came and I let it pass by with the company of my EMS pals. I sometimes drop by my sister’s shop and help get orders and deliveries. I’ve tried hanging out at a new coffee spot, the Ebai’s.

March was the start of the summer in the Philippines. I got addicted to the tanning mousse and hot iron curlers! It was my first time to have a coffee date with my friend, Bebet, this year being away from Baguio for several months. Glenn also passed their MedTech board exams! Aunt Melba got home from Canada for a several weeks vacation. I was quite her constant companion which I very much enjoyed doing! Lots of receiving hand downs and eating out. Our friends also introduced me to a very potential hang-out—The Fireplace at Villa Cordillera. It was also the start of Casey’s KTV addiction. LOL!

April, the month I started to be homebound. I still got to meet up with friends over coffee and KTV. Aunt Melba was still here so there were more night outs. My grandma got hospitalized and so I had to turn myself back into becoming a nurse. My EMS pals thought we missed each other so we organized a get together. My first godson, Luis Ezekiel, was born. I had my first haircut this year. The last time I had one was December last year.

I’ve turned into a total bum by the month of May. There were many blank spaces in my May calendar. I practically spent my days reading books and watching TV series. Casey and Jeff’s addiction to KTV became worse. We frequented Kalei’s Grill, Roof Garden and The Fireplace.

Rainy June came. I dunno what got into my friends’ mind that made them want to camp in the middle of a storm. We had a photo shoot under the rain which was quite fun. We went home to Mt. Province to celebrate our grandma’s Diamond birthday. Casey, Rozen and I became quite a fixture in Villa Cordillera. Haha. I also enrolled in a driving school.

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July was the start of the second half of the year. It was my mother’s birth month and I bought her a bag. My Uncle Nestor continued teaching me driving for weeks. I noticed we haven’t been to Starbucks lately. We got caffeinated at The Fireplace, Kalei’s Grill and Session Cafe. We thought we wanted a different coffee spot so we tried PNKY. I was also back to Kaffee Klatsch after several years. I continued reading the second book of Percy Jackson, the first one I read last year. I got so engrossed that I read the sequels one book a day. I finished the ten seasons of Friends.

August was quite busy for me. I got my first traffic violation resulting to minor injuries of two persons and a damaged motorcycle! It was so nerve-racking but thanks to Casey for bringing me to the spa to relax. I, Casey, and Rozen hung-out at The Fireplace for like on a weekly basis. We also went to La Union to celebrate another grandma’s birthday. Our baking class started. I finished watching three different DVD series. It was also Jhen and Bebet’s birthdays. I also got a new crush—but ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT! Casey, don’t get me started on that again. Haha!

The Ber months started with September. Lots celebrated their birthdays this month- Casey, Karen, Glenn, my grandma, etc. It was also my parents’ wedding anniversary. There were more hanging out at The Fireplace again. It was also when I fell in love with Mr. Christian Grey. My grandaunt died which was sad. I got to have a coffee at Starbucks again after several months. God, I missed saying “venti”! We had an assessment on our baking class in which I failed. It was depressing as it was only my second time to fail! The first time was on our Chemistry subject during college sophomore. Casey told my crush that I got a crush on him. She failed to tell that it was FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY! Aldrin got home from Australia and he treated us to Army Navy, The Fireplace and Pizza Hut.

It was only on its 2nd day that I realized that it was already October. I made lots of cakes, pies, and cookies which, luckily, the kids liked. I had the chance to drive again. I started womanning Liza’s shop again. My mother got her gallbladder removed. I turned into a Starbucks junkie again!

My November calendar was definitely the most filled one. 28 boxes out of the 30. I lost weight after 3 days of upset tummy. I changed into my geeky mode while doing Sarah’s essay. There were more coffee dates because we were collecting stickers for the 2013 Starbucks planner. I had my second haircut of the year. I turned into a bookworm again. I finished 2-3 books a week. I completed my sticker card and got my green 2013 planner with just 6 coffee dates. It was my most caffeinated month.

And here comes the last month of the year- December. We still go to Starbucks a lot. I am planning to complete another sticker card. I’ve been downloading lots of movies lately. My college blockmate, Lanie, got married. I also happened to have my first fever for years. The last one was when I was in grade school. We also frequented Chairman’s KTV. Sarah, Bradley and Ashi came for the holidays. We also stayed at a resort in Bolinao for two days with my sisters and their friends. It was supposed to be the end of the world as the Mayans predicted. I was waiting for a tsunami to wash us away but nothing happened. Then the next day, we went to Sea Park Resort in La Union, this time, with the family. Talk about getting tanned in December! I dropped two of my phones into the water. At least the better of the two is still quite functional. Ashi returned to Hong Kong. At least we’ve got to spend another Christmas together. I also got my Starbucks pen sans the 100 pesos discount. I am also making another essay for Sarah which I am taking a break from just to write this one. Haha

So that pretty much summarizes my 2012. I’m not sure if it was that exciting but at least I got over it with lesser drama. I have met new people, been to new places, felt and done something new. It was a year of new discoveries. I now have a bigger, more spacious 2013 day planner. Will I get to fill all of the calendar entries, list more songs to sing in the KTV, more coffee dates or maybe travel abroad and meet new boyfriends? Well, let’s see.



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Lanie’s Wedding

Another wedding happens! One night, Lanie texted me to save a date, December 12, 2012. Apparently, she’s going to get married! She formally gave the invites over coffee at Starbucks Technohub Camp John Hay. Finally, 12/12/12 came and we witnessed the ceremony at Baguio Palace Hotel along Legarda Road. It’s just sad that only 5 of us from Block 16 were able to go- Cherith, Casey, Jhen, Allysa and I. The others were at work or somewhere else.

It was a happy event though. I love the couple’s attires which came from India. We also got to taste some Indian cuisines and have lots of picture taking at the hallways and the gray-tiled restroom! :)

Congratulations Lanie and Harris!


I couldn’t help but but feel nostalgic as I stood in front of my favorite restaurant. It was an Italian restaurant where Evan took me on our first date and on our three anniversaries of being together. It is where we head out when we wanted something edible besides the Chinese and Indian food we take out from the store across our apartment. I’ve practically tasted everything on their menu. I wonder if they’ve added something new. It’s been a while.

“Good evening Miss Margaret.” the familiar doorman politely greeted me. I nodded and smiled in return. I scanned the room for my date. Luckily, I found him immediately. He looked dapper in his three-piece suit. His tie was slightly loosed around his neck. He might have noticed someone staring at him  and so he turned his face towards me. He stood up as he waited for me to reach out table.

“You look gorgeous tonight, as always.” He put a light peck on my cheek then he moved to help me sit on my chair. “I would look more gorgeous if I was given another half an hour to fix my hair but I was afraid I’m going to be late if that happened.” I joked.

He chuckled, “It was good then that you were short of time or I would have died out of hunger.” Then he stared at me with adoring eyes, “But no matter how you dressed or styled your hair tonight, you are perfect.”

I just smiled back at him. I remember those times when Evan would compliment the way I look, the way I move, the way I do everything. I didn’t believe him at first but he kept on telling it again and again that I believed him. It’s one of the many things I loved about him. he made me feel good even at my worst.

A waiter tended us and we gave our orders. The sommelier approached our table with an expensive bottle of Marsala and poured our glasses. Evan taught me the art of wine-tasting. I actually enjoyed it. We had so much fun that night that we became tipsy because we downed three different wines. We ended up leaving his car on the parking lot an hailing a cab home. But tonight, I refused to drink and opted the sparkling water instead.

Our food came which we ate in between exchanging stories. The dishes were cleared out before the waiters came back to set the platters and cutlery for our dessert. It was tiramisu which I loved. Evan was the one who enlightened me that tiramisu is an Italian dessert. I really thought it was Japanese before!

I started with my dessert when the good-looking man in front of me asked, “Did you know that tiramisu means pick me up?“Before saying “I know”, he stood from his chair and walked towards me. He kneeled at the side of my chair. Is he doing what I think he is doing? In answer to my question, he got something from his breast pocket. A small velvet box. He opened it then just before my eyes was an enormous diamond ring. It was breath taking. “Margaret, we’ve been together for quite some time now and I just feel that this is the right moment to say this. I love you. Will you pick me up from here? Will you marry me?”

Memories of my time with Evan sprang out from the back of my mind. We were happy together. I never thought I could be that happy being with someone. We were happy but there were also moments that were a big let down. Like when we got pregnant but I miscarried on the 8th week. There was that moment when we haven’t had a real conversation for days. The doctor said my uterus was not a conducive place for the baby to grow but it doesn’t mean I can’t carry a full-term baby. I just need to take some medications and take are of my health. Evan didn’t say anything bad towards me. It’s like we had a mutual silent agreement not to talk about what happened. But I still felt he is blaming me or was it my guilt making me feel that? After that, everything between us changed.

I go back to the present and to the question. Will you marry me? How do I answer that ? It’s the second time I’ve been asked with the same question. I hated close-ended question types. I cannot reason out, I cannot give excuses. I remember the first time I was asked with the same question. It was also in this restaurant. I said “yes” simply because I loved the one who asked it. Somehow, I think to myself, I wouldn’t want to dine here anymore. What am I going to say this time? I noticed that the other tables were staring at us, or at me, waiting for my response. I look back at the man kneeling in front of me. I don’t love him. But before I gave him my honest answer, my attention was caught by a couple who just entered the restaurant that my mouth was left gaping. They were holding hands, the guy was whispering something to the girl as she giggled. They stopped their tracks as they noticed the situation going on. I stared at their intertwined fingers and didn’t fail to see a big diamond ring on the girl’s finger. So it’s true, he proposed to her. He asked her to marry him. To have his babies. To spend her life with him,like, forever. Realization dawned to me. I am hopeless. I  felt my heart constrict as my mouth dried. I just felt tears running through my eyes. I stared at the man who just entered, the man who asked the first “Will you marry me?”. I mentally sent him a message. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Then I turned to the man proposing to me. I changed my mind. I said, “Yes Noah, I want you to make me your wife. You’re going to be a father after all. I’m 9 weeks pregnant.”

The crowd cheered while I died inside. Goodbye Evan.