A fool-proof Guide to Metro Manila Driving

It goes without saying that driving around the streets of Metro Manila is not for the faint of heart. Nowhere else around the globe will you find road rules being broken left and right. Drivers of public utility vehicles act like gods of the road, throwing all caution to the wind. [Read more…]

Weekend Blog Follower Caravan 9

I am not one who is comfortable having the spotlight to myself, but since I’m interested in joining this Weekend Blog Follower Caravan, I guess I do have to introduce myself 

The first thing I often get asked when people meet me for the first time is, “Pepper? Why Pepper?” My parents gave me that nickname because my dad used to love to put pepper in everything he ate…even ice cream! So, Pepper isn’t just a dog’s name after all…

I am a single mom to Lexie, a precocious five-year old. Everyday, she never ceases to amaze me with the things she learns in and out of the classroom. I’m just a proud mom at the end of the day.

I find delight in the smallest of things…a text message from an old friend, a simple “Good job!” from my boss, or when I find the perfect parking spot.

A newbie in need is a newbie indeed. Yes, that’s me. A fetus in blogosphere. I started blogging only a month ago, and I must say, I am enjoying every bit of it. It relaxes me after a tiring day at work. I don’t have any other blogs, by the way . I was fortunate enough to have been introduced to Mye de Leon, whom I fondly call “Mye Mentor”. She has opened doors of opportunity for me, and has taken me on this new and exciting adventure called blogging.

I look forward to greater things…both in life and in blogging. It’s incredible how nice, warm and accommodating other mommy bloggers are. I guess, this is one of the reasons I’m here…and loving it.

Blast from the (not-so-distant) Past

Even before Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift (okay, they’re the only pop artists of today I know) became household names, we already had a plethora of note-worthy artists from the nineties. Who would ever forget Jon Secada, Color Me Badd, or the octave-happy Celine Dion?

If you were born in my generation, you’d probably remember humming to Clair Marlo’s “Til they take my heart away” as you preened in front of the mirror, hours before your high school prom. [Read more…]

How do I blog thee? Let me count the ways…

If Shakespeare were alive in this day and age, he’d probably be tapping away on his laptop in the wee hours of the morning, coughing up these words for his love sonnet, and then later on posting it on his Facebook wall.

Men are known to be beings who tend to hold back their emotions. Just look at the number of male drivers who would NEVER stop to ask for directions, even if they find themselves desperately lost in Amazon-like surroundings. So, it’s such a big deal when we women receive love letters, whether through text, email or on paper. Ask any warm-blooded female how she’d feel if she gets a love letter from a man, and she’s sure to say tbat her knees would turn to Jell-o. It hardly matters whether it’s merely a 36-character love text, or a 200-word love blog. It simply signifies how important we are to our loved one.

Has good old-fashioned letter-writing totally lost its appeal? Yes, e-mailing, chatting, and tweeting are the wave of the future, but sometimes it still feels good to run your fingers over a slightly ink-stained, handwritten letter from your significant other, as you succinctly get a whiff of that scented stationery.

There’s just this undeniable sense of sentimentality attached to a letter. Not to mention, the effort put into trying to legibly put your emotions down on paper. Besides, if in print, it’s much more convenient to carry around and read whenever and wherever, without the worry of batteries running out on your I-pad or other electronic device.

The medium of expression is not as important as the feelings expressed. So, use whatever you have handy: the back of a worn-out receipt from a fast-food store, or your fancy laptop. Just go and let the words flow…don’t think, just feel and write away.

Now, if only Shakespeare weren’t gay…