The Ocean of My Being

Maroo 's with me right now. She's in Manila for the Christmas vacation (from yesterday to the 5th of January). I'm just so happy that she's here. She's so much a grown-up now that sometimes I still can't believe she was the same little toddler I had to babysit at times some years back. Sometimes, I just look at her and smile at the thought of that little three-year-old who loved to dress up and pose for cameras. " Oh, how fast time flies! " I can't begin to imagine how our parents feel seeing all of us all grown-up and living lives of our own now. It's, at times, when I just sit staring at my sister that I understand how our parents just can't stop being overprotective and meddlesome. They probably still see us as the helpless six-year-olds we used to be. I still see my sister as such sometimes, okay, most of the time! I just can't help it. I guess having younger siblings, in one way or another, brings out the "mother hen&

I couldn't let this very special day pass without posting an entry. Now, what makes this day special? The Ocean of My Being is exactly two years old today. :) Sometimes, I still cannot believe it's been that long. It feels like it was only yesterday when I started blogging and learning about all these stuff. I thank God for that day, two years ago, when I found Blogger because that day introduced me to the wonderful blog-world where one can easily get lost in. I got lost and officially became a part of the said world and, right now, I don't feel like getting out... well, at least, not yet. :) Mabuhay ang mga bloggers! (Long live bloggers!) ******** The FACES of this blog: The first template I used was, of course, one of the ready-made templates that Blogger had to offer during that time. I remember there were only around 6 or 8 templates to choose from. I got obsessed with improving how my blog looked and making it look more "me" so I tried to fi

I've always been a soccer fan, but I've always liked watching men or boys kicking ball more than women or girls doing the same. I don't really know why. One of the reasons may be the fact that whenever I watch women or girls playing soccer, I'd always have " Why are they there playing and I'm not? " ringing in my head over and over again. Soccer is my favorite sport and I love everything about it. Unlike some other girls I know, I love soccer not because of all the cute and handsome soccer players the world has. That's definitely a plus factor, though. My love for soccer has its roots back in my grade school days. One of my brothers started playing soccer at the young age of 12, I was only 8 years old then. He'd practice with me and my other brother. So, although I never really played the sport seriously, I practically grew up with it. When I was younger, I never really understood how the game went. All I knew was that soccer was fun to