a memorable trip to Zamboanga Sibugay

July 8, 2010 - around 10:00am Cebu Int'l Airport

Our group were (not so obviously) excited on our first adventure to somewhere on the southern part of the Philippines. This was everyone's first trip to Zamboanga Sibugay. The lovebirds, Ely and Icor, and my alone, yet happy self were grinning widely, eagerly waiting in the airport boarding lounge. And to everyone's delight, Sir Addis arrived. We have the same flight. Now, we are confident we will never get lost to our destination. Happy chats, corny jokes and laughter were all around courtesy of Sir Addis sense of humor. Marefe said whenever Sir Addis is around, there will never be a boring moment. I readily agreed to that observation.

with sir Addis...

A few hours later - on board the plane

From the window, I saw the Sibugay river, like a snake crawling across the ricefields and mountains of Zamboanga. Green ricefields and small huts abound. Maricor aptly described it as 'farmville'. I'm not familiar on how to play farmville in facebook but I guess Zamboanga people were lucky because they don't need to play farmville just to see ricefields. Its nice to know that these people still preserved these lands and mountains. The whole view was an awakening to me. I've been used to seeing busy streets and tall buildings in a city. It's quite refreshing in the eyes. Life is a lot different here.

aerial view of sibugay river

Around 12 noon - Pagadian airport

Finally, Pagadian City. I was a bit scared when I saw army soldiers around the airport vicinity. I forgot that Mindanao were not quite safe and secure. But Sir Addis gave us a toothy smile and assured as that our stay here will be enjoyable. He let us rode their waiting vehicle outside the airport and brought us to Gaisano Mall Pagadian. He treated us to a healthy lunch. Great! Just what we exactly needed at that time. Thanks, Sir Addis. ;')

We went on this trip not exactly to indulge ourselves with pleasurable vacation. We were here to share and to celebrate one of the most important days in the life of our dear friend, Marefe. This is the beginning of her BIG PROJECTS in life. No more alpha tests, no more trainings.

She's going to get married to her long time boyfriend, VJ. When the couple fetched us at the mall, we were laughing out loud on the unique tricycle waiting outside for us. Marefe explained to us why this means of transport were designed that way.

the unique tricycle of pagadian - specifically designed for its hilly terrain

peculiar tricycle of pagadian - the best evidence of Filipino ingenuity

July 9, 2010 around 7am

We were on our way to Marefe's hometown. We were mesmerized with panoramic views along the road on our way to Imelda. It's like deja vu. It's like I'm coming home. I felt guilty during the ride, I've been away from home for quite some time. I suddenly missed my Tatay and Nanay.

fantastic view of Mt. Timolan at Tigbao, Zamboanga Sibugay

a hot spring somewhere in Tigbao

panoramic view of hill mountains at Kumalarang

An hour later, our van stopped to a place for breakfast. Maam Bella, the groom's mother treated us to hearty breakfast on a floating balsa. Fishes were swimming closely beside the 'balsa'. You can actually touch them.

tilapias at Kumalarang, Zamboanga Sibugay

Around 12 noon, Imelda, Zamboanga Sibugay

We finally arrived at Marefe's hometown. We went around, they were buying wedding items and distributing last-minute wedding invitations. We also visited the wedding venue. From outside the venue, the view was fantastic and breathtaking.

Around 9pm, Filipino Lodge

Everyone's getting ready for the big day. The couple were getting their beauty rest. Checking last minute details to make sure their wedding would be just perfect.

July 10, 2010 - VJ and Marefe's wedding day

The Handsome Groom

The Beautiful Bride

The Happy Couple

The Couple with the Hopefuls

July 11, 2010 - around 9am back to Pagadian City

We're going to VJ's mom to greet her happy birthday. On our way, we rode again that peculiar tricycle. But this time we already got the hang of it. We're sort of getting used to it. We happily joked around all through the ride.

the main highway in pagadian city...a view from rotonda

Around 11am departure time

We were on our way to airport at this time. End of brief escapade. VJ made it sure that we could experience a ride on its famous sloping highway. Pagadian City is known for its steeply sloping terrain of hills and mountains.

it's like when you reach the end road, you'll end up in the ocean...

Oh, and before I forgot. Water here in Pagadian City is a bit scarce. Well, I have to congratulate myself because I managed to take a bath with just a pail of water.

So many learnings, so many experiences to cherish. ;')

Island Hopping at Mactan

 I had a wonderful, full-blast adventure last Sunday. A long lost high school friend invited me to join their planned island hopping trip along different islands offshore Mactan mainland.

 Most of the islands were already inhabited by natives and (sad to say) were highly commercialized. You have to pay a quite unreasonable amount once you set your foot on their territorial waters.










We went to Hilutongan, Nalusuan, Kawhagan (home of famous sand bar) and Olango islands. When we reach Talima, our last point and was still part of Olango island, we were surprised to know that it now offers a themed children park along its seashore.

The best part of each island visit is seeing so many species of fish underwater. I felt so excited whenever I get to see various schools of fish. They swim freely unmindful of unwanted visitors like me. Someone instructed not to catch them and not to throw our garbage on the water, to which I agree. I feel it is imperative to preserve them and keep them as clean as possible.

Too bad we don't have an underwater camera. How I wish I could capture them using a camera. They would really look great in pictures. Pictures of them would be very lively and colorful. Speaking of colors, I even saw a boat painted in my childhoold favorite color, pink.

The whole experience was nice and memorable.

At some point, my imagination flew again and dreamed of having an underwater wedding

then a honeymoon in an isolated island.

Whew! So much for impossible dreams...

When our group decided to go back to the city, the sun already started going down...

The sun may go down everyday, but my hopes and dreams of tomorrow will remain... ;')

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my country's first automated elections

I have heard a lot of criticisms, fallbacks and nasty comments on the Philippines' first attempt of a nationwide automated elections. PCOS machines that don't work, inadventently exchanged ballots of two precints, no organized system on handling voters (other precints distributed priority numbers, others color-coded cards and others nothing at all), impatiend and very rude voters, and what really sucks are those voters who decided to go home and chose not to exercise their constitutional right. What a shame to them all.

But despite all these things, many chose to ignore the heat of the sun, the long and winding lines, and the uncertainty on the new voting process. On some areas of the country, BEIs on those precints even allowed the voters to vote beyond the scheduled time. I have seen on the tv that even until dawn there are precints where voting was still on-going (because they started in the afternoon because of some valid reasons). And I admire those voters on that precint who were patient enough to fall in line and waited for their turn to vote (though most of them were sleepy, pity on those old folks). Comelec reported a 75% turnout of voters which was fair enough to determine our new set of leaders.

Many were thrilled on the new experience of shading ovals on their ballots. They said, it felt like they were taking a board exam. Even my reaction when my ballot was fed on the PCOS machine was quite shamefully childish. ;')   I am so delighted when the machine read 'Congratulations! Your vote is successfully registered.' (Was that correct? I am not sure, really.)

I pray and I hope that we will all unite and support our new set of leaders. Finally, I wish for peace and financial recovery of my beloved country, the Philippines.

where do broken hearts go?

Someone broke my heart today. And I'm sad. I felt like crying. Felt rejected and busted. I'm down and alone again. The feeling is familiar but I never get used to it. I will never be and never should be.

I know God prepared someone for me. Someone. Someday. Somehow. I guess, I have to hold on to that belief. Keep hoping. Keep praying.

But for now, I will allow myself to cry. Because soon I will cry no more. Soon. Someone will wrap me in his loving and protective arms. Someday, the days will be filled with laughter and joy. Somehow, all these will come true.

Sigh.  ;')

my own Mama Mary

I am very unholy, even in my sober state. I grew up very opinionated and usually speaks what's on my mind. They said I am mercilessly frank and carelessly tactless. I am quite aggressive and could even stand a physical fight. No problem because I have a heavily-built body (but I still have curves on its right places, ;') Hah! Talk about self-confidence.

But all these not-so-lovely attributes have nothing to do with my Nanay or with the way she brought me up. She tried hard to raise me up to be an upright citizen, a faithful Catholic and a conservative Filipina woman. I'm all that before (hopefully until now), except that I have changed a lot since the day I decided to just be myself. And I guess, its not her fault why I'm not a perfect daughter she dreamt me to be.

I have fond memories of her every opening of classes in grade school, every Christmas time and whenever I have school projects. She covered our schoolbooks and notebooks skillfully. She wrapped Christmas gifts cleverly. She's good in crafts. She cut plastic covers, art papers very straight. She has a creative mind and an artistic hands. She's good also in stitching but not in crocheting. She doesn't cook well (my father is a better cook than her) but she always managed to provide us a healthy and hearty meals on the table.

Nanay is a very religious woman. I were always told to attend Sunday masses regularly and to pray always, all that stuff. Even until college, I still unconciously follow her religious instructions. During college, living away from her was very hard for me. And for her, as well. Whenever she called on the phone, the first three minutes were spent in crying. She always said, she missed me so much. And that she loves me so much.

When she learned that while staying here in Cebu, I have learned how to wash my own clothes, how to clean the dishes, how to cook rice, how to fry certain foods, she said she's very proud of me. When I graduated in college, she said I made her proud even more.

I guess that's all that matters. Nanay loves me. And that she's proud of me. I wish I could be a good mother to my own children someday. That way, I could show to her how much I love her and how much I am proud of her. I miss you so much, Nanay.

little big angels at El Salvador

I attended a company event last Sunday, May 9 held at El Salvador Beach Resort located at Danao. Danao is a northern town located just across Camotes Island and is a one-hour drive from Cebu City.

When I get there I expect the usual trivialities of family day games, the usual sinful foods and the usual picture-takings. What caught my eyes are the little big kids roaming around. I found them soooo cute. Just check out the pictures below and see for yourselves:

Sigh. Someday when I have kids of my own, they will be also sooo cute, as well. ;') I'll cross my fingers.

a hard dose of reality

I have read an article about how most men think when it comes to sex and uncommitted relationships. Every word, every line, every thought hit me hard right through every vital body part I have. I cried out loud to my heart's content after reading that article. (Good thing I read it in my room.)

I remembered a man who seems to be like he's "into me" at first, but soon after I get intimate with him, he "cools off" and starts acting distant. No more dates. No more visits. No more text messages. No more calls.

Well, I'm here left alone. In the dark. Don't know where to go. Feeling helpless. Feeling worthless. Frustrated. Having difficulty to figure out how to move on. Even the idea of committing suicide had come across my mind for a few times. I guess my friends and my family helped me a lot to get through those crucial times.

Reality shook hard all of my senses when I saw that the man I shared myself with didn't share the same dreams and feelings I have. And then, I realized I can't entirely blame him for this dreadful situation I am in. I must admit, I contributed to my own misery. What's more painful, and it is awfully and shamefully true, because I became physical with a man and he ended up having no interest in sharing his life with me.

Well, most MEN are entirely different kind of specie and they have this unusual, out-of-this-world type of brain. They said only a special kind of force will lead me in order to fully understand a man. And usually that man is THE ONE meant for me. When will it happen? Only God knows.

Someone wrote that maybe I am so wrapped up in his perspective, what he's doing, his feelings, his emotions and his desires that I've all but forgotten about something WAY MORE IMPORTANT.

What I, as a woman, really want.

a dream wedding

I'm going to attend my friend's wedding in a few months time. I was told I was included in the entourage. I had mixed emotions when I received that news. Of course, I am genuinely happy for her and I wish her a blissful married life ahead. But with that announcement, I feel sad inside also and a bit anxious at the same time.

Wedding always make me think on what-would-have-been and what-ifs in my life. Regrets. Promises. Resolutions to make it better next time but would still fail in the end. Others would say, 'Judith, just be patient. He will come in God's time.' Oh, how I wish God's time would come sooner than my birthdays. I'm not getting any younger.

When I'm still on my early teens, my dreamy eyes would light up whenever I watched a bride, in person or on TV, walking along the aisle. Then I would silently announced that someday it's me who will walk down the aisle wearing that pretty white wedding gown with a man on my side beaming a toothy smile and staring at me as if he can't take his eyes off me.

I gained hands-on experiences on wedding every time one of my cousins or friends would get marry their knight in shining armor. I have learned the frivolous wedding preparations to make, the lavish cost it entails, the trivial decisions on oh-so-many small stuffs yet they claimed were all equally important. From the dress everyone in the wedding will wear, to the food before, during and after the wedding, up to the controversial honeymoon itinerary.

I'm always a maid-of-honor during my cousins' and friends' wedding (except on this incoming wedding of a friend to which I'm one of the bridesmaids). Even during the wedding ceremonies, I'm still attending to some small stuffs, from the pinning of sponosors' corsage, to church choir, up to pictorial protocol with the wedding couple.

Despite all those quirky and costly wedding preparations, I still dream of being a bride. Walking down the asile, wearing a pretty white wedding gown with a man on my side, beaming a toothy smile and staring at me as if he can't get his eyes off me.

Sigh.

of blue beaches, blue skies, blue moods...

I've been to one of the beaches in Bantayan Island, Cebu last weekend. It is an almost three-hour drive from the city to Hagnaya port and another almost an hour ship ride to the island itself. I went with a group of young ladies who were all too eager to getaway with the buzzy office life, too happy to hear the silent rush of the ocean instead of ear-wrenching phone calls and too relieved to see white sand and blue beaches instead of a boring flat-screen computer monitor.

The place is quite commercialized, but it still has its power to make beach bums like me to realized how great our Master is. The excitement of being in this far-flung renowned island was overwhelming. But I can't help myself to stop and to be amaze with its splendor and beauty. I would like to see everything around me and to remember them in my mind, complete with its magnificent details. The shoreline, the skies and the birds. The sands, the innocent starfish and the rock formations. I want to visit this island again and again, though only in my mind.

I sat quietly below a shaded coconut tree and let myself detached, for about just a few minutes, away from the bustles of building tents, food preparations, drink mixtures, excited laughs on wacky poses in pictures made by my friends. I don't know why but I always have this habit to make myself aloft and detached amidst happy company of friends. I always allow myself to dwell on my inside world, though happy solitude. Thoughts brought to me during these solitudes never fail to surprise me. I realized, every time I came out of this short-lived 'self-invented time machine', it makes me feel renewed and a bit wiser. But people around me thought otherwise, I don't know why. Maybe I am so reluctant to show the real me. Or maybe, that's the real me, so dumb stupid just like what people say. Whichever might be true, but I don't care.

That time in Bantayan, it made me look on the way I live my life. I realized that I am pursuing worldly, material and less important things which I thought would lead me to a more fulfilling life, but oftentimes leave me either unsatisfied or yearning for more. During one of religious conferences I attended before, they told me that there is nothing wrong with pursuing these empty pursuits except when these begin to consume me or to take greater priority than my pursuit of Him.

I agree, and I guess most of you will also agree, that almost all of us are currently pursuing to one of these pursuits: pursuit of success, pursuit of satisfaction and pursuit of security. Let me quote excerpts from a handbook of the conference I attended before:

• Success is not a bad thing, we just need to examine our motives for wanting to achieve success.
• Things that will give us pleasure in order to fill the emptiness inside of us, or to help us forget our hurts. This could be food, drink, sex, emotional attachments, shallow relationships, etc. These things may give us temporary satisfaction but will never completely satisfy us. We must remember that only He can satisfy our hearts.

Perhaps, I should start re-engineering my life, set new and appropriate priorities when I get back to the city. Though I can't do this alone, at least I'm confident someone will just be there no matter what. Hopefully next time when I get back to Bantayan Island, I am not alone anymore sitting under the shaded coconut tree....

do not wear t-shirt

It seems everyone were reaching out to old friends nowadays. My officemates were having reunions with different group of friends on almost every weekend since summer hit Cebu this year. High school reunions at San Fernando and Portofino, college barkada reunion at Camotes, and the list goes on.


To those who can't make it to attend reunions had to be contented to see and chat with friends online. I had my own share of reunion through online with an old friend just recently. We were not exactly friends. More aptly said: we were just college acquiantances. We know each other through common friends. I never even remember a single chance we talk or laugh together. He never even bother to greet me whenever we bumped each other at the school lobby. I'm not yet 'miss congeniality' with boys during college so I didn't took the lead to greet him either.


It was so ironic that we just decided to get to know each other just now, though online. I don't know when we'll see each other, but I can guess it will be sometime later. With our current work sked no chance of hitting each other that soon.


He has an interesting personality. He look dumb stupid but he write and talk like a genius. You can even talk with him about anything under the sun. I have browsed his fb wall and read his own and his friends' comments, one can say he can easily crak jokes and can even laugh at his own expense. He has his own style of sense of humor. But contrary to his happy demeanor, he is passionate with his hobby, cooking. That passion is so unusual with boys, it's usually a girl thing. He said he will prepare a mouth-watery pasta for me, well that is yet to happen.


He has this funny way of showcasing himself in front of the camera. I told him, I found it annoying. He simply replied, 'ana man na mga gwafo sa personal'. Whew! Talk about self-confidence, looks like he has full tank of it.


Then suddenly it hit me, I told him I realized I can do nothing with his ways and his looks anyway, the same way he can do nothing with mine. The only thing that was left for us to do is to accept things and people the way they are, I added. Maybe he's not in the mood to talk serious (but I doubt if he's ever serious in anything), he just jokingly commented 'wow, pang-blog ang sentence'. Then after that, I heard no more from him. He has that way of ending conversations abruptly.


Well, hours before that he told me one important tip from a guy to all girls who would be hitting the beach this summer. He said, do not wear t-shirt. Wear your best swimwear.


I like that tip, thanks sir Jeff.

amor vincit omnia

Everybody needs someone to look up to. As for me, I always have Tatay to play that part. At one glance, one can say that I look like my mother. But for those who know my Tatay very well, they would say that I am very much my father's daughter.


Almost every father secretly wished to have a son as their first born child. When I was born maybe my father was somewhat disappointed. Though he was happy when my brother was born, he was sad as well because he was a sickly baby. So he only has me to fulfill that wish. He made a son out of me. Most of my cousins my age were boys. Whenever there is a family get-together, I was always seen playing with them brandishing my own toy gun.


My Tatay is never perfect, but just like most other children I can brag that he is the best father in the whole world. I still adore him even until now that I'm already grown up, and he will always be the apple of my eyes until I breathe my last breath. Someone even commented that I am unconsciously comparing men I am with to my father.


Amor vincit omnia.


I got that line from him. And it has been my all-time favorite since then. Fathers tend to preach sometimes, and I always pretend to do other things whenever he is in that mood. But to be honest, I am intently listening to all his words. All those lessons I have learned from him boils down to one word. Love. And I realized it's true.


His own love story is a living proof of that ancient line. Tatay is a hopeless romantic, but he stubbornly denied of being one. He believes in happy ending and lights sparking in the sky when you kiss the one you love. When he met Nanay, he hesitantly admitted that he felt that magic, that strange feeling with her. Only he refused to recognize it right away. But you see they end up marrying each other no matter how hard he refused.


But there's more to that. Tatay has been playing around. Well, he loved women. And boys were just like that, according to him. He got a tongue lashing from his sisters because of that notorious vice. (For your info, Tatay is the only son in his family and he is kinda spoilt by my Lola.) Nanay left him for a few years. She brought my brother with her and I was left to him. Nanay needed space, he said. That's what he called cool-off. I was too young to understand what's happening back then.


The time we only have ourselves has made me closer to him than ever. I saw him prepare my breakfast and my baon for school. Instructed me to take a bath, accompanied me on my way to school and fetched me from school. He is a cute clown while he tried to make me laugh. I will always treasure those playtimes I had with him. He tried hard to assist me with my assignments. He is good in numbers, but had an awful gut with letters. I can spell and can speak English better than he does.


I don't know how he wooed back my Nanay. But when she's back, a few months later I got a new baby sister. Two years later, another new baby boy. And he's changed a lot since then, we got more family day's and more family outings with my aunts' families. Once again, Tatay proved that truly love conquers all.

who let the dogs out?

I'm in the hot seat today because of my newest pet, my blog. Looks like everyone in the office went agog with it. I wonder why, because to be honest, there was nothing special in it. Just pure random thoughts.


Another inquisitive friend approached and inquired what's with the header of my blog 'adventures of a lost girl looking for her pet dog'?


I was lost for words, maybe a minute or two, and could not blurt out even just a single word to answer her. Because at that time, when I made my blog I am not consciously aware why I wrote it there. I just suddenly realized that I'm still grieving for our childhood dog, named Bantay, who was lost out of the blue. My Tatay allegedly claimed that one of our neighbors killed him and made him 'pulutan'. According to Nanay, me and my brother cried hard when we learned about his sudden lost. We even refused to eat our lunch that day.


Ours is a happy home when I was still a child (and even until now, though I haven't spend much of my time in it nowadays because I am now currently based in Cebu, while my family stays in Catarman). I grew up in a very wide backyard with only a brother and a dog to play with. (My two other siblings was born when I was already in my fifth grade, so I only have them as playmates.) We seldom play with neighborhood kids because we still need to get across the busy highway along Bacoor, Cavite just to play with them.


My brother and I loved Bantay so much. We even slept together with him, cuddling him possessively. He would always went with us whenever we buy something at a nearby sari-sari store. He would sometimes carry the brown bag full of pandesal bought from the bakery. He was there when I and my brother failed on our first attempts to drive a bike. He was there also proudly barking and running along with us as we joyfully brag to other kids and skillfully showed them how to drive a bike. He would barked a neighborhood bully who would make us cry. That's why those poor kids hate dogs.


He was there when we we're still learning our first strokes on swimming. He was a master swimmer for us back then. He was there patiently accompanying us as we hesitantly cross the street during when Tatay was teaching us how to cross the busy highway safely. Until now, I am still wondering how dogs managed to avoid rushing cars in just a matter of seconds and emerged from an almost fatal accident with graceful strut. And of course, I will never forget those early morning walks to school and late afternoon walks from school with him. Sigh.


Now, I'm a grown up girl, no, I mean a full-grown woman. I realized the dog on my header is just a metaphor. I realized I'm looking for someone who would be there with me no matter what, who would be loyal and patient to me even in adversities. Someone who would accept me as who I am, someone who would protect me from harm. Though, others would say, I am too independent and has strong personality to even have and need one. I must admit, despite this strong facade I'm trying to project for everyone, inside me is still a little girl looking for her 'dog'.

why mizjudith?

An observant friend came and asked me today why I'm fond of using mizjudith as codename, username, password, etc.? Obviously, she had learned about my newest pet, my blog. And she's quite disappointed why I haven't explained about this mysterious word 'mizjudith' on my first blog. Well, here's the story.


'Mizjudith' has gone way back from my college days, during my last two years to be specific. Those were the days of rigorous cost accounting assignments, of tedious MAS discussions, of continuous audit theories and problem solving, and of ingenious sessions on our law subjects. Those were the days of endless group studies and group tutorials at any vacant rooms, at our favorite spot in the library, at our classmate's house, or if lucky enough, at review room. Those were the days we were still full of hopes, dreams and ideals.


In those last two years of college, I served as a volunteer facilitator. Every semester I got to handle different group of students back then, and they used to call me Miss Judith. You might say, so that's it. But that name sounded just nothing for me then.


Until someone special to me (and will remain special) called me mizjudith. Then that peculiar name stuck. When the time came that that someone had to work elsewhere, I managed to find ways to remind me that he's just around. So I had my workstation named mizjudith, during manito-manita I used it as codename (nevermind if its quite obvious) and I had even used it as a password for quite sometime in my pc (only that time, sorry guys I changed passwords regularly). Until he left me for good.


Now you might ask why I'm still using mizjudith when I don't need anymore to remind myself of him? My answer is just simple. The name 'mizjudith' reminds me of those happy memories and glorious times; of hopeful dreams and wonderful plans. In short, it makes me smile. I heard from someone that we had to surround ourselves with things that make us smile to live life a lot easier.


And who knows, another really someone special would come my way to invent another word for me that would make me smile (sigh)... hopefully, this time he would stay for good, he would spend his lifetime with me. Well, that's another story.

Bata, bata, paano ka ginawa?

That line may sound innocent. Maybe funny or simply dumb stupid.

But in our office, I used to call one of my officemate that name. Bata. Bata. Bata. Of course, she doesn't like me calling her by that name. It's quite annoying, she said. But I guessed, she's now used to hear from me calling her 'Bata'. Only she would roll her eyes, sometimes.

I'm quite tall and she's petite. When we're together, I look like her elder sister. Sometimes, she would go ahead when we're walking or would not stand beside me. But it's not only our vertical limit that has obvious difference among the two of us. We are different in quite so many ways.

I always silently wish I have her quiet patience and steadfast perseverance. I also admire her financial ability to manage her money. She could easily gather up millions with her persistent attitude to live a simple lifestyle and to spend on her so called 'important things'. Although, most of us we're irritated for her being KJ sometimes (because she would refuse to hang out with us on some occasions), but we silently admire her firm conviction not to be lure with worldly adventures.

What surprised us most was her amazing point of views in life and unimaginable imagination, we never expect from someone like her. She is far mature than her diminutive form. Ren, you have my high respects. It is my pleasure to work with you, and hope our friendship would last our lifetime.

I wish on my oncoming birthday, I would grow wiser in mind, in money, in love and in life. I may not be as patient as you, or as thrifty as you, or as mature as you, but at least I would still have you there as a friend.

I chose you Ren, as my first subject on my first blog because someone told me to start with little things.