Who we are...
- Denjing
- Friends who crossed the line of friendship to discover that we can love more than we thought we can. Brought together by God and have discovered along the way that there is a deeper reason why we are together. Our mission is not to be done individually,but together. This site contains our past and our journey to the future..a sharing of emotions, feelings, thoughts, dreams, fears -- all about our adventures in life.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Bubbacabulary
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Father's day -- a week after
Mamu, Zye and Daduds
We got the Hot and Sour soup to give warmth to our stomach -- or at least have something to start with while our other food choices are being cooked. Unluckily for us, the soup got served after they bought in the Yang Chow fried rice, Sizzling fish fillet and Brocolli.
(Above) Sizzling Fish Fillet
(Above) Yang Chow Fried Rice
(Above- from lower left clockwise) Our Post-Father's day Chinese feast: Hot & Sour soup, Yang Chow, Sizzling Fish fillet, Brocolli, Squid and Beef in Oyster Sauce (Crispy chicken with Lemon sauce still missing)
Inspite of the not-so-nice reception of this one girl (who was forver holding this menu or folder), the service of the waiters were fair enough. The Hot & Sour soup was great, the Yang chow was gigantic. The sizzling fish fillet was savory and was really served sizzling. The Crispy chicken with lemon sauce was a so-so. (I'm still a fan of Big Buddha's Lemon chicken). The beef that we got was not a blockbuster either. The squid was fantastic.
I'd say that for the servings and the number of dishes we got, our bill of Php2000 was reasonable enough. We even had some to take home some of the left overs. Would we go back to Emerald Garden? Yeah, why not.
(From left clockwise): Zye, Verna, Dingdong, Jown, Mamu, Daduds, Owie, Cocoy
Emerald Garden
Roxas1170, Roxas Blvd.Ermita, Manila
Phone Number: 523-8510
Roadtrip 2010: The Banaue -Sagada experience (part 3)
April 3, 2010
Day 3: Batad day
Some great tips if you are going to Banaue-Sagada:
Roadtrip 2010: The Banaue-Sagada Experience (part 2)
Day 2: Sagada day
After sipping coffee, we headed back on the road. And stopped again at the sight of a village of rice terraces.
After another hour or so,we finally saw the sign: Welcome to Sagada
Just along the road before going to Sagada proper, we took a hard stop We saw the famous hanging coffins which really looked like amazing big stones. Of course, this was another photo opportunity.
Breakfast was first. Before doing so, we registered first for the Sagada Caving exerience, just the four of us: Me, hubby, Nikki and Renna. The oldies had to wait or else the caving may take the whole day. Of course, that's exaggerating it. After the registration, we got to a basement of some sort for breakfast. Nothing fancy but the red rice was an experience. Now, off to the cave! We stopped at the registration center to look for our guide. Oskie was the one guide assigned to us.
Pictures first at the entrance of the cave. While Oskie lights up the lamp, we surveyed what's in store for us. Dark, cold. But there were a lot of people so it wasn't too scary.
The caving experience was nice. It was a matter of knowing how to follow instructions basically. I can sum it up in three parts: The "smelly" part, the "watery" part and the "climb". I'll let the pictures speak for itself and leave you with your imagination. Over-all it was worth the experience.
It took us around an hour and a half to finish the caving as we got to have enough proof that we did it. After that we took a shower, changed clothes then off to see Sagada. We tried going to a "small falls" but the path is not too nice. The little twigs that fell off made the soil too slippery so we went a few hills down and got pictures of the green rice terraces then we went to what Oskie referred to as a water cave. Funny thing was, there was no water due to El Nino. We drove home after that, wanting to be back in Banaue before it gets dark.
The group in the "underground water" tunnel -- without the water!
We had a feast of binagoongan, chubby cheesedogs, green manggo, and tilapia for dinner. Then we helped ourselves for some videoke. Tomorrow, we go to Batad falls in the morning and straight home the next day.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Monday, June 28, 2010
Confessions of a misis - part 2
http://frappucinojown.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-of-misis-part-2.html
Confessions of a misis - part 2
PATIENCE
And with that word I must add as a prefix "NEVER ENDING".
I guess any relationship needs as much patience to make it work. Personally, I think the saying "Patience is a virtue" is an understatement. Once you get married, patience cultivates into a lifestyle of its own. I mean, you agree to be with someone whom you may actually be so meant to be with to find out everyday that there are so many things to his living habits that you just can't understand. Don't get me wrong. My husband did not turn out to be a monster or anything but let's face it, you and your partner were not raised by the same parents in the same household. There are things he has been so used to doing just the same as you. The good news is, it doesn't really need to clash. Thus, the word compromise was born. You have to meet halfway and make it a win-win situation for both of you. Easy? Most of the times it can get really crazy. For example, my husband turns on the light wherever he goes and never turns it off. I, on the other hand, have been used to putting the lights off immediately after using it. The result? I end up tracing his steps to make sure the lights are all turned off once he leaves a room. Nice? Not really. It took quite some time for that reality to sink into my brain. But it is a learning experience for both of us. I have learned to stretch my patience. He learned to turn off the lights -- at least tries hard to remember doing it. =)
LA INFLUENCIA
I do not like togue (sprouts) the same way he doesn't like monggo. I don't eat bopis. He is not really into cakes. He only likes Cheese flavored ice cream. I love ice cream. He sleeps whenever reading. I am quite fond of books. He is terrible in remembering lyrics. I can write my own 1001 song compilation.
Everything mentioned above is now a thing of the past. Now what I like, he likes. What he likes, I like too. Not even just to please the other but I guess being married opens you up to the possibilities of things. And from there, you learn that you need to take everything as an adventure, live your life to the fullest and just experiment. My husband and I believe that our marriage is an adventure of a lifetime. You just got to take the plunge to taste and see the goodness that the world can offer.
To be continued.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Confessions of a misis
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Confessions of a misis - part 1
That's the number of days that I have been married, according to our wedding announcer counter.
1274 days after our blissful exchange of "I do's", 1274 nights of sleeping in the arms of this hunk whose charm has swept the feet of so many "wannabes" but was head over heels in love with me. (This is my blog. I have every right to say what I wanna say.)
Amazing how the days simply pass by. Numbers can really help you figure out what your life has been. It can reflect what you have not yet accomplished and it will prove how you have unwittingly surpassed all the tomorrows that did not look too bright yesterday.
On that premise, allow me to evaluate myself on how I have been as a misis (Filipino of Mrs. i.e. wife). I honestly hope that as the number of our married days increases, this blog can remind me of what I should continue doing, what I should improve and of course what I should stop doing at all.
TLC
I must say that this is an ultimate requirement once you have sworn yourself to misishood. Husbands are meant to be spoiled -- in the nicest essence of the word. I mean they are the main providers of the household. Even if the misis is working, the responsibility of bringing enough money to provide for the househould lies in the hands of the father. So as a misis, I have to exert a little extra effort in pampering my husband. Below are some of the things that I remember doing for my better half on top of the regular cooking, cleaning, washing stuff that misis are often branded with:
- Back massage (Use scented oils to make it more special)
- Spice up our meals by making a fancy dinner table (Plating is the key)
- Prepare the things that he needs for work the night before
- Tidy up his closet
- Shine his shoes (Most especially when you know he has a big day ahead)
- Send him a text message saying "May God bless your work and your day! I love you"
- Slip a short note in his wallet
- Prepare him a good lunch
- Offer coffee after his meal (He loves this especially while just capping the night off)
- Give him a kiss while sleeping (Honestly, mu husband does this more =D )
- Give him a foot spa
- Cover him with blanket and hug him tight during cold nights
- Pray well for him always
- cook up surprises especially during his birthday
- when he is driving on a terrible pay day Friday night, give him a good hug while you are stuck in traffic.
*To be continued*
(NOTE: If you would like to add your own list, please feel free to leave your comments so I can add it up somewhere in between my confession series. Thank you!)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Good
We set standards
Somewhere along the way
Tumbling towards believable truth
We perceive things
only to find out accidentally
That we were deceived
Is it our thinking
That constructs us with certainty
Convicted this is the path
Blinded today
Then opening your eyes tomorrow
To learn that you were wrong.
The only truth is that of Him.
He is the only epitome of goodness.
Don't let your heart overrule your soul
~ jown~
random thoughts
June 24,2010
Jown
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Milk Please?
When I was almost done with my bath, I heard sobs of a little boy. I wasn't quite sure until I heard him saying repeatedly the word mommy. After a few seconds, the voice sounded clearer and someone was attempting to open the bathroom door. I wrapped the towel and hurriedly reached for the door. As it openned I saw Zye crying and saying, "Mommy, milk" in the most "kawawawa" face.
Apparently, he was crying for milk and neither the yaya nor my mom heard him. He was crying but cried even harder when his yaya gave the milk, probably communicating that he's a bit mad nobody heard him. Poor kiddo.
Good thing that "Wonder pets" was on TV. He stopped crying and just finished his milk while watching Ming-Ming. Hooray for the wonder pets!
Tension
Breathing heavily
as I showered my skin with pinches
feeling numbness
The cold air enveloped me
I am still
Thoughts are whirling
my soul seems to have wandered
I await for my luck
Again, I am breathing heavily,
Closed my eyes...
Tic, Tac,
Tic, Tac,
Whew!
I survived.
-Jown
reminiscing my one time BP rise.
created June 22, 2010 -
In Christ Alone by Brian Littrell
But those trophies could not equal to the grace by which I stand
In Christ alone
Is Christ alone
In Christ alone do I glory
Bittersweet truth
As I see now how a simple disagreement can lead a blinded heart to anger and how anger can be fully capitalized to become bitter. No explanation will be worth it. A person who has been wrapped up in his been wrapped up in his "own disappointments" will never open up himself to any idea except that which agrees with his. Yes, it is his disappointments that makes him angry. It is now about the object of his anger. The only reason for anger to become full blown is when you try to reconcile other person's wrong doings with what you want. Much to an angry person's dismay, other people's faults will never be reconciled to how you run your life. His faults are not yours so much so that your faults are not his. You are the one responsible for your action as other people are responsible for theirs.
Will there be a solution? Of course. Forgiveness. It is the only thing bigger than our emotions to actually learn to see beyond what has happened. Your forgiveness is not synonymous to your belief. Surprisingly, one can actually forgive and forget without meaning to compromise what he stands for. How can this happen? Simple. You are not judge people. If we remember that, we would know the secret to having a peaceful life.
I'll say it again, in such instances, wisdom is the only thing we will ever need.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The man in our lives
I agree with what Billy Graham said. Fathers are usually behind the scene. They speak less frequently but has the final say on things. They work hard to provide for his family but is not so visible in the household unlike moms who are all over the place once we get home. In today's society, a father's presence is unseen as their need to provide well drives them to another country, a thousand miles from their family.
My ultimate, true-blooded, birth father. My sister and I call him daddy. Due to a time in our life when I was about 4 years old, life was really financially hard for us. Dad gambled the need to be with us so that he can give us a better future. So we grew up with tons of love letters (email was not a thing of our generation), narrating to him what happened in school, how we are, what we are busy with. He goes home every two years and we splurge into going to all the great places with our father. He is a great poet. We have seen his letters to mom and they were truly romantic. He is quite a fighter in the sense that he will fight for what is right. Yet he doesn't base what he is fighting for on pure emotions. He always thinks things thru. He doesn't see people on how they look, or on their status in life. He sees their heart and their motives. He believes in the goodness of people. And I loved him for that. I guess that's where my tolerance for people came from. He prays everyday : for our family, for our individual success. Loving, faithful, a man of faith, wise. My dad, Cel.
Dhe, Zye and Mhe
Dadski, Zye and Mamski
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!!!
***Honoring all the fathers in the world. For your dedication to each of your families.***
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Not my idea -- at all!
He posed saying : "Mommy,usap...tawag..smile"
Zye: "Mommy, obot. Ilaw."
Then raises his hand and shifts his face on a serious face.
(Sort of) heartbreaking
Yes, I dare say that a young age of 2 and a half years old our son is able to break "rules". You may begin to wonder how I can boldly claim that our kid has that ability. Is he of high IQ? Is he specially capable of following instructions to the dot? He's none of that. Inspite of his very keen observant eye, he is your average kid in most areas. But his ability to observe, grasp and immediately immitate actions is a true indication that he understands things. He can already assess whether I'd get mad or if what he would do will catch my attention. Thus it truly breaks my heart when you see that at some point in time, when our son will have the ability to really decide on his own, he may do things that is not to our liking.
And I say -- he may. He just might. But then my husband and I pray hard that he won't. We hope that the values we have taught will not go to waste, the love we shower him with would be enough to overcome any pressures he will encounter and the faith that we practice will give him the courage to always choose right from wrong.
It is not any easy path. But my spirit soars up knowing that all things work together for good to them that truly love the Lord.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Road trip 2010: The Banaue-Sagada experience
The search
The "getting there" part
Since we were bringing two vehicles, we decided to meet-up at a gasoline station near Makro Cubao. Excited probably, Dingdong wasn't able to catch a nap after work and we decided to leave our house early with the anticipation of heavy traffic due to the long weekend (Long weekend = out-of-town trips). It was a 9 hour drive from Manila to Banaue, having just one main stop over for coffee. The road was quite a curve at times, a little steep, mostly a little dark. I'm glad that Zye wasn't really a headache during the whole trip. He was awake for the first two hours and slept his heart out until we reached our stop over. He slept again a few minutes after we hit the road.
Entering Banaue
Our official time of arrival in Banaue: 6:45 AM. Took some time taking photos of the vast mountaneous area. Wish it wasn't El Nino so that the scenery would have been much greener. But the cool, crisp air and just the thought of nature at its best was enough to capture us. After some group shots, I sent Dianne a message that we were in Banaue already. At around 7:15AM we were already at the Hall of Justice, taking turns in having our pictures taken. This petite, young lady approached me and I immediately asked if she was Dianne. She apologized that the place was still getting cleaned up but we can drive there already. The group hurriedly hopped back in the vans and off we go to our accommodation.
The dining hall overlooking Banaue mountains and terraces
Settling at the dining hall
Terrace outside the dining hall -- overlooking a great scenery!
Room invasion: one of the rooms we reserved (still with a magnificent view)
Day 1: Banaue day
Everyone was tired from the 9-hour trip. So after eating breakfast, we all dozed off. We woke up at around 12NN. We then discussed our itinerary and asked Dianne for suggestions on where the nice tourist spots are. She enumerated a few and we had to do computations on how long it will take us to go there. We needed to maximize our stay and had to plan well. Since half of the day was almost over, we decided to just visit nearby places: Banaue veiw deck and Hiwang native inn. It was ther perfect excuse to have all sorts of pictures taken. We specifically enjoyed being at Hiwang and how it felt like you were nearing the heavens, overseeing the earth, while voices of a praise and worship team echo. It was perfect. Got back at the lodge at around 6PM. We just ordered food and headed off early to bed that night because the next day was Sagada day.
At the view deck
At Hiwang
The native huts of Banaue
Having fun at Hiwang
View of Banaue at the hills of Hiwang