I ♥ Cebu!

I left my heart in Cebu City!

Tis’ the place where I was legitimately born but due to some reasons it is Palo, Leyte, Philippines written in my official records. 

Was born and raised there and I can proudly say that it is where my heart belongs… My soul hungers for its warmth… 

Tis’ the place where dreams of mine were built… The foundations of my being me now…

Many of whom I love so dearly lives in Cebu City but I need to be in Palo, Leyte since it is where I am working right now, the place where all the dreams I had years ago is trying itself (for the lack of words) to come true. 

It is also in Cebu where I am molded to be the tough of a person that I am. 

I may be near yet still too far…

Cebu… where all the love and life abounds….

I’m not an NBA fan but an Underdog as it seems

I’m not an NBA fan and had the minutest interest on the game, but YES! I’m posting this because I am happy, happy with the result because Miami Heat who was playing underdogs for the past game especially on the 6th game won!

I like underdogs who give the figurative middle finger to people who are arrogant enough to assume that a last-minute surge is impossible.

So heat is on! Miami Heat! Les go Underdogs! Raise that finger come on!!!

The Man behind the Pains

I just saw this on my Facebook page and I pulled myself, trying not to cry, but I failed, I was still teary eyed. I miss this man. I miss Papa. If only he would realize that he can count on us. If only he knows that we are willing to give him a 2nd chance, after all, we still awe him our lives.

Papa. Wherever you are, stay safe. My love for you overflows. Hope you feel the same way too. 

Papa. Will you please come home? Life had been too difficult without your support and wisdom. We may pass the test of time but it will be happier and tastes the sweetest if you are with us. 

Nah. I know I am not a perfect daughter and so are you. I will accept you. Just come back home. 

Rebellious Thoughts, Gaining Weight

I stumbled upon this blog MY WEIGHT and I was O.o.O.

I had been fat since my 2nd year in college and it annoys me when people would ask me if I

and I graduated March of 2012 making it 4 years of being this fat

want to be slim or petite once again. The questions may not intend to hurt anyone but it really sucks. Of course I want to lose weight and be petite, but for some reasons I couldn’t make it happen in a snap. My lifestyle consists of late sleeping and very early waking up making me want to eat more to cover up the drowsiness I have. Yes, I do not and cannot control my eating habits. When people would tell me to stop eating their is this inner voice  telling me to eat more. Such a rebellious conscience though.

My self confidence had gotten too low. I can no longer sashay clothes I once loved to wear. I had been too conscious not to even go out of my comfort zone. I had been hiding myself under the bushel for years now and its not competitive hiding.

I cannot hide the jealousy though.

I am jealous and I am not proud. It’s making me less of a person and sometimes the people around me too because sometimes I cannot stop bad mouthing.

errr..

Nahh… this weight is killing me. hahahah. but I’m on light diet now.

fingers crossed, hoping it would work,

I haven’t done any exercise though and I’m planning to have it ASAP.

“Health Is Freedom
For me personally, in one word, Health is FREEDOM.
Disease and illness rob you of your freedom… and
your money.  Being healthy feels great, and it gives you
the freedom to live your life the way you want, and the
ENERGY to do all of the things that you want to do, and
the VITALITY to have all of the fun that you want to have,
and to really enjoy your life, to your fullest potential.”

Good thoughts  make us healthy really.

Rebellious thoughts  gains us some more weight.

Positive Vibes along!

Cheers!♥♥♥

 

Francess Mae turns 18: Countdown to Legality

17 June 2013.

My favorite cousin just turned 18 but she was not able to celebrate it on the exact date she was born, instead celebrated it on the 16th. The venue was at ARCIVU HALL, PALO, LEYTE…The party theme was  Black White and Red Glam.

The theme of her party was Black White and Red Glam.

Inspired by Fashion thingy sense, her yummy cake speaks for itself…

Meet the cotillion dancers…Angelie Daroy, the shorter girl at the back, the beautiful lass with blazer is my pamangkin Yrallih Menzon and Dyanne Dane Capili the fatty one are my cousins…(P.S. today is Dyanne Dane Capilibirthday… she’s going to celebrate it at the_oriental_leyte…)

The guy in orange long sleeves is my brother Loven Jr Daroy, in pink is my handome and intelligent pamangkin too, Nelson B. Mora, and in blue my cousin Glendell Lou Chavero….They were all part of the honorable dancers for the night.

meet us… at the center is my grandmother, nanay Betty, the woman in black dress who for the night really looks like a doll in the attic is my aunt, Darlene and in 3/4’s is me…whoo! I quite look like a  monster with my monster eyes on! hahahah

Meet the Mother of the Debutante : Menchie Daroy Alonzo‘, isn;t she fabulous?

The debutante! Francess Mae D. Alonzo!!!pretty much right?

hahaha. can’t stop from laughing with this pic! quite embrassing I dunno//anymore.

seems that the party is well planned, don’t you think?

My message:

Francess Mae D. Alonzo

Always put your foot off in the ground. We will always be here for you. Ate is always proud of you no matter what. Always remember that your dreams are my dreams too, please make it come true. I couldn’t wish for any other cousin better than you do.

Happy Birthday.

I was actually a part of the 18 candles together with my Aunt Betsy Daroy, Aunt Darlene Daroy Capili, and Nanay Betty. I was already on the verge of crying and my voice was a NONO! haha… I did my best actually to hold off my tears because it is really awkward to cry. I was actually touch for my cousins brevity and gratefulness.

More photos soon… still waiting for the official photographer to upload the photos though…

Brotherly Blessed

Disappointing Act of Love

Just hoping that one day, before I would find my prince, my king would go home and stand beside me, to make me feel secured, loved and appreciated, just like before.

I was quite depressed last Sunday for not having a father to greet or even to text to, a HAPPY FATHER’S DAY.  I was a bit anxious about it since my friends, colleagues and cousins do have their father’s by their side. Pushing them to greater heights. And also, I was too, disappointed of you for being to cruel, to be able to do this to us.

nahh. It’s so hard to admit how much I miss him… In his strong arms I first felt secured… In his side I always feel loved… but… We are not too important that he chose to leave us and be with somebody else. May be just may be he never was happy with us. That he may be feeling stuck like a faggot with us. It hurts to think that he never was happy with our existence.

I used to be papa’s little girl then…I love sitting on his lap, cuddling in him… sleeping beside him with his arms as my pillow… miss the moments where I would pretend to be asleep but not really just to be carried to bed…

I really miss the food we used to share. Linagang Baka o Baboy, native Manok na tinola, adobo or Humba… Carabao’s brain… I am not saying that I can no longer it those foods now that He is not around, it just that, there is something different with his cooking sense that once tasted, it will never be wasted.

I cannot really understand what is happening until now, that it already is sinking into  my nerves that there is only a 10% of him going home and live again with us. Of course, he already have two new kiddos needing him, but aren’t we needing him too?

I know Papa that there is a very small chance of you to read this, but I am hoping that you would. Please remember that life is full of chances. Feel free to go home if you want to, but please do not bring anyone except for your humbled self and caring heart, I am always ready to forgive you, to accept you, to care for you. But as said, life is full of chances and I am hoping though that you would come back… I love you papa!

Belated Happy Father’s Day!

Love,

Lovella

Minuscule Me: Digitized

Nobody knows how my thoughts begin, for there is only myself inside my skin. 

You don’t have to judge me, yes you do. What you see is what you get. I don’t really care of what others would have to think about me, because I am happy just by staying the way I was raised by my parents. I am ambitious, I really do! I’ve got impossible dreams sometimes. I am at my happiest state when I am with chocolates, which I adore a lot. I love to sleep cause it’s the only time that I am able to escape reality and more often than not, being able to go to places I will never be and to create a world that’s perfect for me. I admire my parents so much for having raised us though from poverty we must abide. I am proud of them because they never let us down, they thought us to fight our own battles and be really good in it. They taught us to be self – reliant rather than to be self – righteous, to stand for what we believe is right, no matter what it would take.  

Mistakes are my best mentors. It taught me to be responsible with my doings and to be real serious with what life is to offer. Crying over spilled milk really pissed me off. I would rather accept the things I don’t have control over with and try to do the right thing the second way around.

I think there is no person in the world that has not ever committed mistakes and failures, and I guess that it must be right. Every one of us has committed mistakes in our lives, in one way or another. This “human” factor is a part of our nature that we do often miss the right way in life. However, what is important is, that we are aware on the lessons that we can gain from our mistakes in life, and shunning those wrong doings to avoid even graver mistakes.

Experience, indeed, is a great teacher. It is a hard teacher, indeed. In life, there are always mistakes, and for every mistake, there is a corresponding lesson to learn from it. If we learn to accept mistakes, and unwanted events as opportunities for learning, then we will be more confident and assured in facing life.

They say mistakes are gifts. They help show us an area where we are deficient, or where we need to reevaluate. Whatever our mistakes, if we take time to explore them, then we can learn how to correct those situations and manage ways in handling them, so we can assure that those same mistakes does not occur again.

If we learn to handle mistakes gracefully, then we learn some lessons, move on from them, and grow stronger in the process of growing. So what we should do in adopting the approaches in life is to accept that we are just humans and that each one of us will take a wrong turn, or make bad decisions. Let us be open to making mistakes and consider them instead, as opportunities in learning valuable lessons. Wallowing in regret & disappointment would just do no good to us if we would not learn from our mistakes. If we do not learn the lesson, it will repeat itself again and again in similar situations until we get it. Not only we should always be open to mistakes, but also we should look for areas of improvement. We should be on lookout for mistakes and make ways to strengthen our character in handling unnecessary blunders. Whatever happens, we should also take responsibility in our actions. Every instance has something that has to be learned and to be improved.