So this was supposed to be posted weeks ago but since I have been procrastinating, I only got the chance to finish this now.
So I brought my sister's kids to Bonifacio High Street for some toy-shopping since two celebrated their birthdays recently. I cannot help but get sentimental when my niece came to me and hugged me and said "Thank you, Jaja."

I have no kids of my own (yet!). So naturally, with thirteen nephews and nieces (just from my siblings, not counting the cousins), all attention of the "doting uncle" go to them. Coming from a closely-knit family, I not only stood by while these kids were growing up but I was literally a player in their formative years. I gave them milk, sang them lullabies, put them to sleep and yes, even changed their diapers.

My point here is? Well, just spend time with the young ones while they need us. there will come a time when we will need them but they might be too busy to give us their attention. Whatever family values you instill on them while they are young, they will most likely do to you or their kids when they get older.
Oh and this article is inspired by the song "Cats in the Cradle". =P

Cheers!

I Die a Little...

This is a post from that other blog site and I decided to transfer this post here. It's a bit cheesy but hey, that's me. Read on if you like or mosey on if you're not interested, I could't really care less. (Insert hashtag #dedmatologylang here =P)

“Doctor, doctor, give me the news I have a bad case of lovin’ you….”

                                                                                -Robert Palmer

I die a little every day that I don’t get to see you.

And if I don’t hear from you, I lose a heartbeat.

I die when I miss you,

Yet I live with every moment that I yearn for you.

I die a little every time we fight,

Each moment of strife hurts like a knife.

But in spite of aches and pains and bumps along the way,

I live with your kisses and caresses and you lying by my side.

I die a little when your love blazes like raging fire,

Your love consumes me as much as I thrive on it.

I die a little when your love burns me….

Yet I could live forever when I’m with you

I die a little as I love and live,

Immortalized by your love for me and my love for you

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I have come to love you.

And that would never fade, never die.

Reborn!

I have been jumping blog sites every so often that I sometimes lose my blogs and have a difficult time tracking them.  I have activated, then erased, then reactivated then erased my Blogger profile. I have moved to another blog site then deleted it then reactivated it. Call me a Nomadic blogger or NPB (No Permanent Blog).

But why do I choose to reactivate this blog now? I honestly don't know. With the various blog sites out there, Blogger seem to be the easiest choice for me since I don't have to have multiple ids, just my Google account.
Plus, it already has some custom templates that would supposedly make my blogging easier.(I don't know about that! Would you have a template that would automatically translate my thoughts into words?)

Nevertheless, I resurrect my blog with the hopes that this time around, I get to write/post more often about my (mis)adventures in work, love(s) and  life itself in general and it's significance to the cosmos.

Cheers!