Good Friday is the day when Jesus was crucified. For the commemoration of His death, Roman Catholics always have what you called "Prusisyon". It is when people mourn for his death, people walk as a sacrifice with the saints. 

Usually during prusisyon, I am with my grandmother but since last year she can't walk far enough because of her aching back or hips. *signs of old age* hehehe This year, I decided to contact my friends (since grade school) to join me. I texted them, some of them replied, I am thankful they're willing to accompany me thru out the night. Yey! one of the saint was owned by the family of my friend.



Sta. Maria De Betania

San Juan

People who joined the Prusisyon - this was the time we took the shortcut to watch the prusisyon from the start till the end. Then, we saw another friend and invited us to her grandmother's balcony.

After the prusisyon, the crowd were busy taking pitures, praying or getting the flowers from the saints.

From a far..
Moreover, I saw my family in the plaza, they just watched. When time to go home, I stayed for a while and chill at my friend's house after the event. We ate spaghetti, chit-chat and catched up with each other. I love holy week! =)
Every Holy Thursday, our family have started a tradition to go to different churches to pray the station of the cross until we complete it. It is usually called Visita Iglesia. This time we went far from our usual route. We headed to Tagaytay to Silang to Dasmarinas and to Gen. Trias, Cavite.

First stop was in Caluruega, Nasugbu-Tagaytay.
San Lourdes, Tagaytay.
Pink Sister, Tagaytay.
Angel's Hill, Tagaytay
Silang, Cavite
Dasmarinas, Cavite
Our beloved church @ Gen. Trias, Cavite (last stop over)

Station of the Cross - Incomplete Picture. Sorry. Tee-hee :)

Visita Iglesia with my family was really an enjoyable activity. I am always looking forward for this every year. Not only a bonding moment with my family but also time to heal and rejuvenate our relationship with God our Almighty Father. It is a time to repent and be sorry for our sins. 

Our other Visita Iglesia:




For the last couple of months I have been eying for the opening of Forever 21 in SM Makati. Finally, it's here! No need to go to SM Megamall, I live in the down south so it much convenient for me and to the others people who lives near Makati area. The day of the opening was really "PANIC BUYING MOMENT", people were all over the place. I want to buy something but the line on the cashier was so long. My patience was not long for that day so I decided to go back next time.

A picture from my phone. - 1st day of forever 21

Sunglasses with leopard print on the sides.
When I went back, people were still on the process of panic buying. I also joined them and bought my new pair of sunglasses. Yes! a new one. I don't have enough time so I haven't bought any clothes. Till next time. :)
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her/him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.

It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it.

It makes us crazy. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.


When I'm on my way to my office, I saw an advertisement along Edsa about this zebra print watches from Swatch. Love at first sight. I want! I will add this to my wish list for my birthday. So to anyone, friends, family, classmates, tumblrista or special love ones. Hi! I'll be ecstatic to received one for my birthday. It's either the blue or the pink one, alright? Clear? hihihihi. I'm in love with wild prints! Yes. I am. :)