Afternoon with my Cat

Afternoon with my Cat

Afternoon with my black and white cat, Doubledore.

Project Malasakit with Kara David

Project Malasakit with Kara David

Kara David's Project Malasakit. We decided to donate something in this foundation knowing it will be of great help. So we met with some lovely ladies then had the repacking in Cainta. 

We also met Ms Kara David who is nice and lovely. The repacking, even tedious work became light, all thanks to the stories of Ms Kara. Never expected her to be so jolly, she is talkative as expected.

Project Malasakit: Schedule of Repacking of Donations for the Mangyans of Mindoro

Beneficiaries: 90 Mangyan Families 80 Mangyan School Children

For donations, you can leave it at the GMA Message Center. 

The Project Malasakit Team can also arrange a meet up or pick up. 

We send out school supplies like notebooks, pencil, crayons, school bags, slippers for the Mangyan school children.

Rice, old clothes, noodles, soap and shampoo  for the Mangyan families.

Love Letters

Love Letters

There’s something sacred about opening an old shoebox tucked deep in your closet…

…brushing off the dust…

…lifting the lid…

…and finding love letters, not from a lover, but from friends who once knew your soul like the back of their hands.

I did that recently.

And let me tell you, time may have aged the paper, but the love?

It still glows.

Reading them again?

It was like stepping into a warm bath of nostalgia

laughter echoing from sleepovers,

inside jokes only we’d understand,

doodles in the margins,

heart doodles,

exclamation points like fireworks,

and promises like, “We’ll be best friends forever, no matter what.”

And you know what?

We are.

Even if “forever” now looks different.

There’s one letter - that stopped me cold.

No name.

No signature.

Just raw, tender words that made my eyes sting.

Who wrote it?

I have no idea.

And maybe… that’s the point.

Sometimes, the most powerful love doesn’t need a name.

It just needs to be felt.

And 20 years later?

It still found me.

Still hugged me.

Let’s be real, me and my friends don’t get together like we used to.

Life happened.

Jobs. Kids. Family. New cities. New circles.

Some of us haven’t talked in years.

Some, we’ve lost touch with completely.

But here’s the beautiful, quiet truth,

Friendship doesn’t expire.

It hibernates.

It transforms.

It leaves breadcrumbs, like these letters so we can always find our way back to the warmth.

Reading them again didn’t make me sad it’s not college days anymore.

It made me grateful, that I was loved so fiercely, so freely.