https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?68435-twistedANGEL25 en Sun, 17 May 2026 03:39:24 GMT vBulletin 300 https://www.istorya.net/forums/images/metro/blue/misc/rss.jpg https://www.istorya.net/forums/blog.php?68435-twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1839-The-Journey-With-Cancer-Part-3 Tue, 07 Aug 2012 04:00:33 GMT July 26, 2012.
10.30PM.

I came from the pharmacy because I bought some of my Uncle's medicines(money was scarce at this time and his account got closed and the hospital bill was skyrocketing). I was happy because during the afternoon, his gastrostomy tuby was replaced with a sturdier one. I took a half bath, arranged my bed and was about to sleep, but when I did my check-at-my-Uncle routine before going to sleep, Orlan(the private duty nursing aide we hired) and me noticed that my Uncle's phlegm were plenty than the usual. When he coughed, it seems like there was a glass full of water of phlegm.

I turned on the lights and that's when I noticed that his fingertips and lips were so PALE. I immediately walked to the Nurse's Station to inform them of my Uncle's condition. They moved fast, one grabbed a BP apparatus and one grabbed the portable Pulse Oxymeter.

His O2 Stat was just 50.
It was low, in fact it was so LOW.
The normal O2 stat is 100.

His BP was 60/80.
It was low. Too low.

They monitored his blood pressure every 15 minutes, they immediately started an intravenous line... I was on the verge of tears, I just held it back because there were too many people. But when the doctor asked me if it would be okay to do a tracheostomy on him if worse comes to worst, that's when I broke down. Trying to be strong FELL APART. I told the doctor that I would call and ask my Mama , then I excused myself, got out of the room, stayed near the staircase and cried. I cried for a few minutes and then I got back inside the room.

I relayed to the doctor what my Mama's and Aunt's decision was. No tracheostomy for my Uncle. It would mean more pain for him. Hours passed by and still his O2 stat and BP were like a roller coaster. Going up and down, up and down. At 4am, again the doctor asked me if it would be okay for us if they would give him Epinephrine if his heartbeat stops... Again, I called my Mama, she asked the doctor how much it would cost. After learning how much the medicine cost, my Mama agreed. Epinephrine would be given. A few minutes after, my Uncle's condition was stabilized, his O2 stat was 90 and his blood pressure was a little high already. So I decided to lie down on the sofa, to rest because my back was aching(my back hurts when I sit and stand for long periods of time. And also it got worse when I lift and move my Uncle by myself when changing his diapers. Aides at the hospital sometimes took a long time.). I fell asleep.

July 27, 2012.
9.00AM.

When I woke up, the PDNA told me that my cousin's husband came inside the room to leave some stuff. My cousin was in labor! I was happy and excited, a baby in the family! I rushed outside and went to the DR waiting areas and talked with my cousin's husband. After a few minutes, I left.

9.20AM.

When I came inside the room, the PDNA just got done changing my Uncle's diaper. I did my check-at-my-Uncle routine before going to the shower, again I noticed that his fingertips were pale and his breathing interval took too long. The PDNA walked fast to the Nurse's Station, I stayed with my Uncle. I rubbed his chest and called his name countless of times, hoping that he would respond by turning his head and staring at me. But he didnt. He was staring at the other side of the room. I kept staring at his chest and stomach, to see him breathe but this time, he didn't.

I kissed his cheek, told him,

"Love you, Tito. Love you, love you. LOVE YOU."

I noticed him inhaling(I didnt know that it would be his last), then I rushed to the door, I saw the PDNA and some nurses walking towards the room. I was about to say that my Uncle Titing wasn't breathing, but I stuttered. "Wala... Waa...". When they got inside the room, they tried to get his pulse and his BP. There was none. One nurse called the doctor, one got out to get the crash cart. Tears were falling down my face and wouldn't stop. Then, he didn't breathe AT ALL.

The doctor came in and the crash cart was already there. They placed the portable pulse oxymeter on his finger, but it was blank. No heartbeat and oxygen level were detected. The doctor told the nurse to give my Uncle his first Epinephrine. No response. Second Epi, no response. Third Epi, no response. Fouth Epi, still no response...

The doctor asked me if they should give the fifth Epi. I was torn apart. I was confused. I was thinking that it shouldn't be me to make the final call. It should have been my Mama and my Aunt. They were his sisters. But they weren't there. They were still on their way to the hospital. It was all up to me and it was a very big weight on my shoulders.

I wanted them to give the fifth dose of Epi, but if my Uncle would be revived, the more he would be in pain and the more he would suffer.

I wanted them to not gibe the fifth dose of Epi, but I would be losing my Uncle if I made that decision...

With a heavy heart, I told them no more. It was time for my Uncle to rest. To go home. To be with my Lolo and Lola. If it was painful for us to see him suffer and fade away slowly, the pain for him would be doubled, tripled even. He isn't used to being like this. Depending on other people. Inacitve. He was never sick.

A nurse came in to attach an ECG machine to my Uncle, but the very moment that she turned on the machine, the line was flat. I was crying inconsolably, the doctor(who calls me Mam Jo) came to stand beside me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I told her thank you, for taking care of my Uncle.

So I waited for them to finish cleaning up my Uncle, I was impatient for them to go out of the room. When they were done, I said my goodbye to my Tito.

"Thank you Tito. Thank you sa tanan nga natabang nimu sa amo. Love you, Tito. Love you."

I wiped my tears that fell on my Uncle's cheek, kissed him again and again and again. The PDNA told me as I was kissing my Uncle that my Uncle didn't have any regrets that I was the one who watched over him. That I didnt go home and didnt go out for over two months... I cried all the more.

July 27, 2012.
10AM.
Saddest time and date for me this year. ]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1839-The-Journey-With-Cancer-Part-3 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1798-The-Journey-with-Cancer-Part-2 Fri, 20 Jul 2012 07:50:34 GMT Dysphagia.
Difficulty in swallowing.

That is what my Uncle Titing is experiencing... Even drinking water, it was a great difficulty for him. He RARELY ate. When he eats, it was just a spoon or two. He chews, then spits it out. He has medicines that he has to take, what I did was that I crushed all of it and mixed with Jelly Ace and let him eat slowly. Oftentimes, it would just end up in the wastebasket. He RARELY TALKS. We communicate through hand gestures or him writing on a pad or notebook that we bought for him. At this stage, my Mama was in DENIAL. She still is, up to today. She believes that my Uncle would get better, that he would be back to the way he was before. My Mama clung to her faith in God, and even in faith healers and Tambalans. She took my Uncle to a "Tambalan" in Mactan. The Tambalan told her that the reason why my Uncle got sick is that somebody wanted to get back at him for not letting them borrow money from him. Twice a week, they would go there early in the morning.

During this time, my Uncle was undergoing his first few sessions of Radiation. The Doctors said that if he can take the effects of radiation, then the next step for him would be chemotheraphy.

HOSPITAL-HOME-HOSPITAL-HOME. That was their routine. But the travel and us transferring him from the car to his wheelchair took a strain on him. He gets tired easily. Him not eating and drinking added up to the fact that he gets tired easily... His lack of appetite and difficulty in swallowing was a major concern for the family. My cousin from San Diego kept on telling and convincing him to have a Gastrostomy tube so that he can get nourishment, but my Uncle would have none of it. No Sir, he wouldnt. He said NO. He was being his old self, his stubborn self. But we kept on asking and asking and asking him...

Finally, we got a go signal.
HE AGREED!

He and my cousin made a deal. That he would agree to have the tube and be operated, if and only if my cousin would buy him the phone that he wanted.(My Uncle is a TECHIE freak, like me.) So off to the hospital we went, to have my Uncle be admitted for the operation. The nights before the operation were the most dreaded nights for us, the ones who would be watching over him. During the day, he would be sleeping, but when night came he was sooo awake. He wanted us to massage his head, to massage his feet, he wanted to write, he had to pee(he was using a urinal at that time) but no pee came out, he was cold and he wanted a blanket, he was hot and he would want us to remove the blanket. Those were the times when at 4am, I would be awake, watch over him and CRY.

Cry because I was soo sleepy but my Uncle kept waking up.
Cry because I was pissed at him for being like this.
Cry because I was being SELFISH.
Cry because I felt guilty for being impatient with him.
Cry because my cousins were asleep instead of helping out.
Cry because I know my Uncle is suffering more than ME.

Night before the operation, I can see and feel that somewhat, my Uncle was nervous and scared. I asked him if he was scared, he nodded. I asked him if he wanted us to pray, he nodded. So me and my cousins prayed, for him to have a safe and successful operation.

During that time, even after the operation, my Uncle was capable of writing... He wrote each of his sibling's names, his brothers and sisters who were still in the US. He was looking for them... When in pain and unable to write, he would make hand signals that would confuse us and none of us would understand. So I taught him a technique.

My Uncle Dodo-- his index finger,
My Aunty Inday Dako-- his middle finger,
My Aunty Edna--his ring finger,
My cousin Ekek--his pinky finger.

First who arrived was my Aunty Inday from Guam. My Aunt, I was scared of her when I was little. She was this strong type, even maldita. She NEVER cried. But when she saw my Uncle, she was reduced to tears. She was the one who paid for the expenses for the operation and she provided for the stuff that my Uncle needed. Like facial tissues, wipes, diapers and such.

Second who arrived was my Uncle Dodo from Guam. From the airport, he went straight here to the hospital. My Uncle Titing was OVERJOYED. HAPPY. He was smiling a LOT. Again!:) My Aunt and Uncle were always at the hospital. The were there to look after my Uncle. My Uncle Dodo was the one who was always beside my Uncle Titing. Holding his hands, changing his shirt, taking out his phelgm, wiping his tears, taking out my Uncle's falling hairs.

My Uncle was in pain, but his siblings showed him how much they love him...

]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1798-The-Journey-with-Cancer-Part-2 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1796-The-Journey-with-Cancer-Part-1 Thu, 19 Jul 2012 09:07:15 GMT First, it was my Mama.
April 2010.
She was diagnosed with Stage 1 B1 Cervical Cancer.

Why? How?

Those were the questions that were running inside my mind those days. The whole family was shocked to learn about it, since she was the first one to be diagnosed with the Big C. The months of April, May and June were spent at hospitals. One where she had to undergo an operation to remove her cervix and ovaries to remove that cancer cells and prevent it from spreading, and another hospital where she had to undergo Chemotherapy and Radiation sessions. My Mama had a hard time that year, but with the help and support from all of us, she survived it. Still surviving, actually.


Now, its my Uncle. My Mama's older brother.
April 2012.
My Uncle, who was living in Las Vegas kept complaining about pain in his abdomen, vomitting and loss of appetite. He practically had to be forced by my cousin on my Papa's side to be admitted at the hospital so that he can have himself checked. Finally, he relented. He was admitted at University Medical Center where he had series of tests. We were scared that he would be diagnosed with liver cancer. But we were so glad that the liver biopsy result was negative. My Mama immediately went to church to have a Thanksgiving Mass for my Uncle.

But still, my Uncle was sick.

The doctors suggested that he have a lung biopsy. Two days after that, at 3am in the morning (Philippine time), my cousin from Michigan called me. She was crying and sobbing she could barely talk. I asked her what was wrong, but deep inside I knew that it had to be about my Uncle. She told me that the results of the lung biopsy was in, and that my Uncle has Terminal Lung Cancer which has metastasized to his brain. He also has a brain tumor, and he was given 4-6 months to live.

I was stunned.
I couldnt talk.
I couldnt cry.
I didnt know the right words to say to console my cousin.

My Uncle having terminal lung cancer and 4-6months to live wasnt sinking in that well.

He was advised to undergo Radiation and to have hospice care. But my Uncle decided that he would rather come home, home here in Cebu.

May 10, 2012.
My Uncle's 65th Birthday, he arrived here. He was accompanied by my other cousin, who lived in the same house with him in Las Vegas. The 18+ hours of travel plus the delays on his connecting flights took a toll on him, he was tired. Drained. We prepared food, bought balloons, gathered the whole family but we had to let him take a rest. Me and my Mama helped him on the bed my Uncle said, "Basin nagsamok-samok ra ko ninyo."

I cried. My Mama cried.

I told him not to think that. NEVER to think that. That no matter what, we're here to help him.

The next day, we took him to SM(My Uncle is soo fond of laag-laag, it is his greatest pleasure. May it be in Cebu, Guam, Hawaii or Las Vegas. It is his great joy to buy stuff for himself and for us.) We took him to an Optical Shop, since he complained that his left eye vision got all the more blurry and that he wants to change his glasses. So he went with the Optometrist and tried on lots and lots of graded lenses. But in the end, after 30 minutes or so, we found out that the grades on his lenses were still the same. Thats when I told my Uncle to have a look around the shop to look for new frames. When he was gone, I talked to the Optometrist about my Uncle. I burst into tears when I asked her if his blurry vision was bought about by the tumor in his brain. She said it was a possibility.

Then one of his closest friends arrived at the Optical Shop.(At first, he didnt want to let his friends know about his condition, but he changed his mind when we told him that his friends would like to see him again.)

My Uncle was so happy to see his friend, he was SMILING. A LOT. He asked his friend to push him around the mall in his wheelchair. Me and my Uncle's friend got to talk for a while and she told me what my Uncle said when they were alone together. My Uncle told his friend, "Maypa ka, wala kay sakit." I cried upon hearing that. The tears wouldnt stop falling...



Mother's Day.
I made a reservation at one of our favorite restaurants, so that we can celebrate Mother's Day... My family, both on my Mama's and Papa's side were there. While waiting for the others to arrive and for our table to be ready, my Uncle realized that there were a lot of people, he got cranky and suddenly wanted to go home.(He didnt want people to see him as he was that time.) He was sitting on his wheelchair and he was covering his face with his hat and he was leaning on the railings. My Mama and Papa decided that they would be the one to take my Uncle home. When they left, I turned to my Aunt( My Mama's and Uncle's sister from California) and cried.



I cried(AGAIN) because it was hard to see him be ashamed of his condition.
I cried because it was hard to see him in a wheelchair.
I cried because it was hard to see him have difficulties in doing his activities of daily living.
I cried because it was so hard to see him not like his old self...

The active, independent, laagan, smiling and funny, shopaholic shirt loving, body-bag addict and techie Uncle Titing that I used to know. :'(

]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1796-The-Journey-with-Cancer-Part-1 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1117-Sine-Totoo-Pobreng-Pilipino Mon, 04 Apr 2011 06:42:12 GMT
This morning,my eyes were glued to the television,as I watched a show in GMA 7 entitled Sine Totoo: Pobreng Pilipino.

The topic were about Filipino men and women clinging on to anything,just to make money.One is the craze these days, selling an organ for a meager price.Another was selling blood to Blood banks and lastly, the oldest profession that the Philippine streets have is Prostitution...

Among those three,I was reduced to tears when I saw them interview Lolo Rene, a 74 years old homosexual,who sells himself in the old theatre districts in Manila.He charges the rate of P30.00 to P50.00 per customer.Sadly, he rarely gets one,as they are much younger men available.He goes home,walks all the way and is moneyless...Lolo Rene passes the days on an empty stomach,his only way to satiate his hunger is by drinking lots and lots of water...Oftentimes,he can be seen at the Quiapo Church,waiting for food,as they have a feeding program...On those days,he relishes the taste of the food,as he is unsure when his next meal will be...:-(

In moments like these,it really irks me that our politicians are corrupting the Government.They are enmassing millions of money to please themselves.They fool people that they are there to help us,but in truth,they have their own agenda for running...And also,the Generals and their families who received a lot of money.Now that they are in the hotseat,their families cry and get "sick" just so they can evade the questions that the Senators are asking them.And the line that they say that really makes me mad is "I envoke the right to my privacy".They say that,even when asked with the simpliest of questions that can be answered by a Yes or No.Or they play dumb or they say that they forgot about it.URGH.The smartest and most cunning of men reduced to being dumb just to avoid answering questions.SHAME!

My point is,those money that these persons in the Government were stealing,it could have been used to help these kind of people...So that they wont have to sell their bodies or whatever that can be sold.Old people like Lolo Rene shouldnt be out in the streets to sell himself,instead he should have been at home,resting...and making the rest of his days happy being taken care of...

I have a soft spot in my heart for children and old people,so when I see stuff like this,my heart melts and I cant help but cry.Makes me wish that I was or rather I can from a really really wealthy family so that I can help them...

REALITY BITES:WISHES DONT ALWAYS COME TRUE.*Teary eyed.

]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1117-Sine-Totoo-Pobreng-Pilipino https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1102-Confessions Wed, 09 Mar 2011 02:10:41 GMT THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY TO 10 DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT NOW (DON'T TELL US WHO IT IS):
1.) COME ON DARN IT,CONTACT ME!
2.) SO YOU WERE JUST PLAYING,HUH?
3.) YOU KNOW MY NUMBER,CALL ME!
4.) I'M STILL NOT SURE WHAT I FEEL ABOUT YOU...
5.) LAAG TA NA!
6.) WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
7.) KUYOG TA TAN-AW UG SINE!
8.) EFFORT LANG,PLEASE.
9.) PATAY KAAYO KO NIMU!
10.) I MISS YOU SO MUCH!='(

NINE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF:
1.) im a registered nurse.
2.) totally a paranoid and a hypochondriac when i get sick.
3.) im a hopeless and incurable romantic.*sigh
4.) i LOVE JUICY COUTURE!
5.) PATAY AU KO NI....
6.) nahan ko watch ug movies and listen to music.
7.) october 20 ko gpanganak.(i andam na ang mga regalo hap!)
8.) IM A SHOPAHOLIC!
9.) sensitive au ang akong skin!hahahahaha!

EIGHT WAYS TO WIN YOUR HEART:
1.) being funny
2.) romantic
3.) u be MR. DARCY!hahahahaha!
4.) responsible
5.) accepts me for me!naks!HAHAHAHA!
6.) go to the ends of the earth for
ME!hahahahaha!
7.) lets me shop till i drop!j/k!
8.) U SMELL GOOD!lol!

SEVEN THINGS THAT CROSS YOUR MIND A LOT:
1.) do you think of me as much as i think of you?
2.) na miss ko nimu?
3.) will i get MARRIED?
4.) i need to GET THE JUICY COUTURE WATCH AT THE MALL!hahahaha!
5.) y man la na JUICY COUTURE sa AYALA?asa na man sila punta?!!!huhuhuhuhuhu!
6.) kapoy na.
7.) what's HE DOING NOW?!

SIX LITTLE STUPID THINGS YOU WANT TO HAPPEN TO YOU BEFORE YOU DIE:
1.) MAKA UYAB?!
2.) MAGMINYO
3.) to have a BMW car
4.) bunjee jump!!!so scared of heights!!
5.) mag dagan dagan sa dalan sa syudad sa
sugbo!!!LOL!
6.) kiss VIN DIESEL and feel his body!Hahahaha!

FIVE TURN OFFS:
1.) maldito
2.) too serious
3.) mu smoke
4.) show off
5.) PLAYER!

FOUR TURN-ONS:
1.) cute eyes
2.) smile
3.) SMELLS DAMN GOOD!
4.) taas sya!

THREE SMILEYS THAT DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE:
1.) (",)
2.) ---(.".)---
3.) :P

TWO THINGS YOU WISH YOU NEVER DID:
1.) got drunk
2.)be GWAPA?hahahahahah!

ONE CONFESSION:
1.) I DONT KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU,BUT I DO!I DO!I DO!:):):) ]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1102-Confessions https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1074-A-Toast-to-Batch-2007%21 Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:13:55 GMT *this is a poem that i’ve read from the book Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul…i’ve made some changes lang…its originally written by Sarah Watroba A Toast… raise you glass to the sky, with hopes and dreams held high. to the graduates i toast… here’s to the friends weve lost and gained, and to the people we’ll never know by name. to the bonds that we’ve made and albums that we filled, memories that fade but never be killed. here’s to the first scrub at the Operating Room, to the first Delivery Room handle and assist done with fear. to the pre op reports done without sleep, but still we made it inspite of all these. here’s to the pictures in our friendster profiles with stories to say, that we will be sure that i our hearts will forever stay. to the thesis defense that we’ve done, and to the long agonizing months waiting for that day to come. here’s to our acquaintace parties and dances, and to college romances. to interschool PSNA games, with some wiin in our name. here’s to late nights we’ve spent studying for tests, and mornings where coffee made up for our rest. to the pinning and graduation ceremony that took place, the night before preparing so that we wont be late. here’s to the tears we knew we’d cry, to our CI’s and alma mater we say goodbye. to the wild and bizarre things we’ve done, that we will remember to be the most fun. here’s to the letters we left unsigned, may our identities be revealed in all due time. to the friendships we wonder how we ever lived without, and to the crushes we look back on and laugh about. so now it is time to place our glasses down, put our caps and turn our tassels around. listen to our names and let them echo through, and realize how fast these four years just flew… MISS YOU ALREADY BATCH 2007…esp IV A LOVE YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS! KEEP IN TOUCH ALWAYS!* this is a poem that i’ve read from the
book Chicken Soup for the Teenage
Soul…i’ve made some changes
lang…its originally written by Sarah
Watroba

A Toast…

raise you glass to the sky,
with hopes and dreams held high.
to the graduates i toast…

here’s to the friends weve lost and
gained,
and to the people we’ll never know by
name.
to the bonds that we’ve made and
albums that we filled,
memories that fade but never be killed.

here’s to the first scrub at the
Operating Room,
to the first Delivery Room handle and
assist done with fear.
to the pre op reports done without
sleep,
but still we made it inspite of all
these.

here’s to the pictures in our
friendster profiles with stories to
say,
that we will be sure that i our hearts
will forever stay.
to the thesis defense that we’ve done,
and to the long agonizing months
waiting for that day to come.

here’s to our acquaintace parties and
dances,
and to college romances.
to interschool PSNA games,
with some wiin in our name.

here’s to late nights we’ve spent
studying for tests,
and mornings where coffee made up for
our rest.
to the pinning and graduation ceremony
that took place,
the night before preparing so that we
wont be late.

here’s to the tears we knew we’d cry,
to our CI’s and alma mater we say
goodbye.
to the wild and bizarre things we’ve
done,
that we will remember to be the most
fun.

here’s to the letters we left unsigned,
may our identities be revealed in all
due time.
to the friendships we wonder how we
ever lived without,
and to the crushes we look back on and
laugh about.

so now it is time to place our glasses
down,
put our caps and turn our tassels
around.
listen to our names and let them echo
through,
and realize how fast these four years
just flew…

MISS YOU ALREADY BATCH 2007…esp IV A
LOVE YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS!
KEEP IN TOUCH ALWAYS! ]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1074-A-Toast-to-Batch-2007%21 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1073-Yuletide-Memories Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:12:01 GMT *Christmas is once again, just around the corner and I’m feeling the Christmas Spirit in every bone in my body(it used to be my Ate Fionna’s role to be the epitome of the Christmas Spirit and whilst I, you can consider as the ever greenish GRINCH)!:) It all started with my mom telling me to take out the Christmas Tree and start decorating it.So lo and behold, with the househelps aide(DARN IT,I’ll tell the truth…she did all the work!)and tons of dead termites later, we finally did clean and put up the said tree. After much consideration and advice from the experts(by experts, I meant the HUMONGOUS and really nice Christmas Trees at SM and Ayala), my mom and I finally decided on this years color theme: RED! With much gusto(HELLO SHOPPING!), we scoured the malls to find the said decors. At home, everybody was so excited about decorating the house. So being the leader and the head decorator(AHEM!), I enlisted the aid of my younger brother and sister and my cousins…(don’t you just love being in command?)LOL! and viola!WE DID IT! We had Christmas in every nook and cranny of the house! As it is, Christmas brings a lot of childhood memories. TWO of which takes majority of all the said memories: FIRST, when I was a kid, my whole family would go to the mall and do A LOT of grocery shopping(like 5 or more cartloads full of rice, noodles, canned goods, ham and some sweets) so that we can give it to all his workers on all his construction sites. When we got home, it was really fun helping pack all those stuff in white plastic bags and storing them inside the car so that it can be distributed the next day. I have the BEST PARENTS in the world! Little did I know that during that time, in their own little way they were the soldiers of dear old Santa Claus! For me, my parents; hearts are so big, they have instilled in us, their children the ART OF GIVING.:) SECOND, there was this one Christmas when all the cousins(both mom and dad’s side) to have a show in honor of our grandparents…a little stage was set up in the garage, the boombox was placed at the side and oh boy, the lights!Most of the lights were blue(if i remember them correctly). The older ones, Kuya Vincent, Kuya Dennis and Kuya Jep did a dance thingy where I think they were ALIENS or something! They covered half of their bodies in a big brown paper bag and danced. I cant recall what the others did but I DO REMEMBER what our group, the GREMLINS(our group as coined by Ate Jen) did! We donned our grass skirts, put on Lei’s on our heads, wrists and necks and danced to the tune of Tiny Bubbles!LMAO! And yes, I was at the front row and dancing my heart away and the cousins were following my lead!:) Christmas in out family used to be fun, chaotic and noisy! But sadly, most of the family and relatives aren’t here anymore…Hope we can do those stuffs again!:) ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!* Christmas is once again, just around the corner and I’m feeling the Christmas Spirit in every bone in my body(it used to be my Ate Fionna’s role to be the epitome of the Christmas Spirit and whilst I, you can consider as the ever greenish GRINCH)!:)

It all started with my mom telling me to take out the Christmas Tree and start decorating it.So lo and behold, with the househelps aide(DARN IT,I’ll tell the truth…she did all the work!)and tons of dead termites later, we finally did clean and put up the said tree.

After much consideration and advice from the experts(by experts, I meant the HUMONGOUS and really nice Christmas Trees at SM and Ayala), my mom and I finally decided on this years color theme: RED! With much gusto(HELLO SHOPPING!), we scoured the malls to find the said decors.

At home, everybody was so excited about decorating the house. So being the leader and the head decorator(AHEM!), I enlisted the aid of my younger brother and sister and my cousins…(don’t you just love being in command?)LOL! and viola!WE DID IT! We had Christmas in every nook and cranny of the house!

As it is, Christmas brings a lot of childhood memories. TWO of which takes majority of all the said memories:

FIRST, when I was a kid, my whole family would go to the mall and do A LOT of grocery shopping(like 5 or more cartloads full of rice, noodles, canned goods, ham and some sweets) so that we can give it to all his workers on all his construction sites. When we got home, it was really fun helping pack all those stuff in white plastic bags and storing them inside the car so that it can be distributed the next day. I have the BEST PARENTS in the world! Little did I know that during that time, in their own little way they were the soldiers of dear old Santa Claus! For me, my parents; hearts are so big, they have instilled in us, their children the ART OF GIVING.:)

SECOND, there was this one Christmas when all the cousins(both mom and dad’s side) to have a show in honor of our grandparents…a little stage was set up in the garage, the boombox was placed at the side and oh boy, the lights!Most of the lights were blue(if i remember them correctly). The older ones, Kuya Vincent, Kuya Dennis and Kuya Jep did a dance thingy where I think they were ALIENS or something! They covered half of their bodies in a big brown paper bag and danced. I cant recall what the others did but I DO REMEMBER what our group, the GREMLINS(our group as coined by Ate Jen) did!

We donned our grass skirts, put on Lei’s on our heads, wrists and necks and danced to the tune of Tiny Bubbles!LMAO! And yes, I was at the front row and dancing my heart away and the cousins were following my lead!:)

Christmas in out family used to be fun, chaotic and noisy! But sadly, most of the family and relatives aren’t here anymore…Hope we can do those stuffs again!:)

ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! ]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1073-Yuletide-Memories https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1072-25-Random-Things Sun, 13 Feb 2011 09:02:21 GMT Kindly write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.

1. I would love to travel!the top destinations that I want to visit are France(c'mon,its the City of Love!who wouldn't want to go there?plus the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre Museum!),Spain, England(relive the 1800's era and pretend that I am one of the characters of Julia Quinn's novel) and lastly, Italy.

2. I get this craving to watch ghost and horror movies and paranormal series.its like an itch that I cant scratch enough or its like Im pregnant and Im craving a certain food.and the most funny thing is that,afterwards, I get SO EFFIN' scared!

3. I love to dance and party!dressing up is soo FUN!

4. When I take a shower, I turn the Ipod's volume really loud and then dance and sing in the shower.

5. Certified and 100% a DADDY'S GIRL!

6. I cry at sad movies...especially when something bad or sad happens with elderly people and kids.(like this series that Im watching, the criminal tortured the old man and cut him into pieces).

7. Im shy when it comes to meeting new people.tendency is, I will forget your name.

8. Techie freak here.my brothers and sisters and parents bemoan the fact that I have like 3 phones with me...and not to mention that i would love to get my hands on every new tech gadget that comes out in the market!

9. A total BOOKWORM!I can read a book in an hour or so...that is,if I dont have any distractions or if the book is THAT GOOD!

10. Im a SHOPAHOLIC!nothing can compare to the high that I experience when I have tons of shopping bags in my hands!hahaha!

11. I LOOK AT THE MIRROR(or any mirror for that matter) ENTIRELY TOO MUCH!(NARCISSISTIC much?) :twisted:

12. I dislike talking on the phone!Id rather talk with that person face to face...but hey,if the situation calls for it, I DO answer the phone when it rings!hahaha!

13. I dont eat sa "pongko-pongko".or Japanese food.its not that Im ARTE.Id rather call it as IGNORANCE.:D

14. I smile EASILY.little things can make me smile.it can be like Im thinking about old funny memories or reading a corny text that I just received from my friends.It makes me look silly, but hey!it makes me look younger!:twistd2:

15. Im touched and flattered when friends go the distance just to make me happy.in this case, no grand gestures are required.as much as possible,I dont want you to spend a single cent just for me.you being there is ENOUGH.

16. Im RISK AVERSE.I dont like taking chances and be vulnerable in any situation.:(

17. Im the middle child.

18. I LOVE kids!cant wait to have my own!:)BABIES are soo cuttie!

19. Cant get enough of Oreos or anything that has Cookies and Cream on it!:smitten:

20. I really hate cooking!:mad:

21.When the Disney cartoon movie Pocahontas came out, I was soo hooked on it.I watched it at the cinemas like 5 or more times.up to now, I still know their lines.hehehe.

22. HELLA SCARED of needles!its ironic really coz I do it(or rather have done it a lot of times)...my heart beats really fast, my breathing is shortened and my hands get really cold. I have no problem when its ME poking the needle into another person, but when Its me that has to be poked,thats a different story, baby!

23. And oh, did I mention that I also get scared when I see my own blood seeping out of my body?LOL!

24. I have the sweetest tooth ever!cant get enough of SWEETS!

25. SPOILED BRAT!:)
 ]]> twistedANGEL25 https://www.istorya.net/forums/entry.php?1072-25-Random-Things