Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!


It’s been a year since I started blogging
Happy first year anniversary!!! hip hip hurray!
Time flies when you’re having fun, right?
And I’m having the time of my life
I started with an article which was part
of one of our online courses – Academic Writing
and after a year with 1,216 articles published
389 followers and 19,616 hits – I’m so happy!
Here’s to all of you in the blogosphere – cheers!

Here are some of my favourite blogs:
LOVE – Writing Prompt #99
a butterfly flies
Ode to Jessamine
Pleased to Meet You Neighbour – Not!
Daily Life in Munich
“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Grandparents

“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ My BFF!

I was six, she was five, “you’re it!” she said
We played all day, messed around and had fun
Been best friends forever, even until now
When we are not on the same continents
It doesn’t really matter

Got other friends throughout my life
They came, stayed a bit, and then we part
Some still have contact, some not
Because I travelled a lot, that’s why
From one country to another
There was always one or two

Friends I can share secrets with
Friends I love going to parties with
Friends I can go on holidays
Friends with me on my long walks
Friends I can ring in the middle of the night
They can be one person or may be all different

BFF, I’m not really keen on the phrase
What does it really mean, I ask myself
If I were a young girl or a teenager
Probably the word will mean a lot
Like a medal I pin to myself
That I’m somebody’s best friend
I must admit I love my best friends!


“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Mothers

I looked at some of the earlier blogs I did and found this. So here’s to say thanks to you, our Mom. You’re simply the best!


Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due
We love you to the moon and back
Our dearest Mom – thanks for everything!



“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Grandparents

Good day everyone! I loved my grandparents. My granddad or Tatay as I called him, was a very clever and educated man. He read a lot and that was were I got this habit of reading. When I visited him, there would always be some books that he was reading or had read and he wanted to share some parts or quotes to me. I could also borrow them later. When I had some awards in school and needed to say a speech, he wrote it for me (my speech in Prep). We also did some crossword puzzles together. And as for my Granny or Nanay, I learned a lot from her – how to be strong and independent. She gave all her grandchildren (girls, mostly) the same piece of material and we ended up wearing the same dress, but with different designs. She had a small store at the end of her life and when we were there for a holiday, we helped her. She gave us some sweets or small present afterwards. She was an interesting cook, she would mix one weird ingredient to another and voila! a meal (not to everyone’s taste, but bless her soul, we tried to eat it). Anyway, here’s my old blog about them (Digging for Roots). Hope you like it. Cheers, Ladylee x


The Captain and the Teacher. He was a Captain of the Ship from a Spanish lineage. Tall, dark and handsome, he always had a pipe on his mouth. She was a short, native Filipina, with big brown eyes, flat nose, and long wavy hair. She was one of the first teachers graduated under the Americans. They met, fell in love and got married. They had many children, my mother being the second to the youngest. They called each other “dear” until the end of their lives. He loved reading; he wrote the meaning of some words at the side of the books he read. She was a good business woman, bought some cloth materials in Quezon and sold them in Marinduque. He died of Parkinson’s disease; she followed after 6 months, perhaps from a broken heart… My grandparents’ story.


“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Aunts, Uncles and/or Cousins

Hello everyone! For this prompt, I’m re-blogging 3 of my old stuff about aunts, uncles and cousins. I hope you like them. Cheers! Ladylee x


We’ve all had them. These were the times when life was full of roses and innocence, of experiments and fun, of being with families and friends. These were some of my recollections.

“You’re it!” I didn’t see her as she pointed to me, called my name and said, “You’re it!” I’ve got to look for them hiding around our street. It was getting dark so it was tough finding them. However, I knew Thor would be hiding at his usual place, my brother kissing our neighbour in one corner and I’d managed to locate Bethcha. Before long we had to go back to our houses and ate our dinner. Other days, we’d play patintero (try to cross my line without letting me touch or catch you), tumbang preso (hit the can), piko (hopscotch) or luksong-tinik (lit. jump over the thorns of a plant). Sometimes we’d rent some bikes and circled around our neighbourhood.

Easter Breaks. The only time of the year when all of us cousins stayed in our Granddad’s house. The number of times we walked back and forth the house and the chapel for singing the passion plays. The afternoons we spent splashing in that creek while Granddad washed the carabao, the still warm fresh milk that morning and the mangoes we’d picked on the way to the farm. We all slept on the floor, some snoring, some talking, and telling each other’s stories, jokes and secrets.

Dad and Tito (uncle) Pabling. They were more than brothers. They’d spent hours and hours tinkering with Tito Pabling’s recently acquired old jeepney. Just like good mechanics, they’d come home with all those black smuts from the engine. Sometimes, they’d spent their afternoons unblocking the canal in our street. They were the best hosts, too – the New Year’s Day party was always a blast – all our relatives, friends, neighbours and everyone on Halcon Street would’ve confirmed that – we had to close the street for our party!

Dapitan. Our house in Dapitan was small – for our parents, 4 children, Granny, aunts and cousins. It was constantly full of people and activities. Our cousins from the province stayed with us once they started college. There were 2 bedrooms, one for our parents and one for all of us with 2 bunk beds; the rest slept on the floor. My classmates and I loved hanging out there; doing our homework and projects; lunch and merienda (snacks) were at all times provided. When I needed to concentrate at college, I’d wake up in the middle of the night to revise or just to have some peace and quiet.

These memories would always stay with me. As I was writing this article, I couldn’t help myself smiling. I know I couldn’t bring them all back but I appreciate having these snippets in my life.

I love our 3-door apartment. I think we moved there when I was three and stayed until I left for Europe. Our cousins lived in the first door and we’re in the third. The back yard connected us all, so we went back and forth through it. That was also where we did our laundry and hanged our clothes. There were 4 cousins and 4 of us siblings who were always together. Playing, talking and listening to music. Arguing, fighting and being friends again.

That was also the time when we used to have phone friends. In those days, there was only one phone between 2 families. That was tough! We took turns and somehow a system and a schedule was followed.

We started having parties. Any excuse for a party, we would have one. We used one house for food, drinks and entertaining. We removed all the furniture in the second house – that was our disco house! We set up some strobe lights, disco lights and loud music and we partied all evening.

We lived in a busy street. It wasn’t the main road for cars and jeepneys but we could hear them all. From sweltering morning – traffic was starting to build up in Dapitan. The noise of cars, taxis, motorcycles, vans and jeepneys beeping and honking, children going to school and adults to work, street vendors selling taho (soya), barbeque or peanuts. That was a normal hectic day in Dapitan. I always have fond memories of it.


The shore that call us home
Was the title of the poem
By Samuel Hazo in 1949
Makes me think about my life
Every time I go home and meet my
Family, friends and relatives again
After some time when I’m here
And they are there living differently
Yet parallel to each other, there’s this
Nostalgic feeling, of being home again
This land or these islands I miss so much
It doesn’t matter where I am now, and
I’m building a home with my family here
But over there where I used to call home
Full of childhood memories, of school,
Of college, of my first experience at work
First love, first kiss, first of everything
These experiences made me and taught me
They gave me a solid foundation of how
It is to be me, all the trials and errors
They gave me the confidence to try and
Explore different things and I have proved
That I can do it no matter where
So even when I’m happy here
I’d still be a girl with a fringe
I’d always go back to the shore
That calls me home, the Philippines


“Love Is In Da Blog” ~ Brothers and Sisters


Brothers and sisters, who would I be without them?
The electrons sprang around between the freaks
The gummy bears and hula hoops chewed on them
Nicotine was destroying your lungs as we speak
They were my playmates, my comrades, my secret keepers
As we cheered each other and shouted ‘Go man – Go!
We loved waking up to the smell of bread from the bakers
Especially when the paths all covered with snow
We had a lovely childhood, with other cousins
I only wish to see them at least one more time
Though we are different and live apart, we’re still close
When words of such nonsense numb the ears of serenity
Went through the eyes and through the nose
Have often spent doubled over in glee and joviality
So don’t mess with them, if you don’t want to be messed
I watched “Steel Magnolias” and had a good cry
Getting the most of life, that is leased
You see pig dance and fly and cry



The Rainbow of Love – Love is in da Blog


The rainbow of love
Love can be expressed in many ways
It’s the passion in it
And if two people were involved
It doesn’t matter who or what gender

I love you, you love me
She loves her, he loves him
It’s like being in paradise
Or when the rainbow comes after the rain
A wonderful sensation inside and out

If all of us can express love
The world would be a better place
For you and me and every person
Life would be bursting with colour
Like the rainbow in the sky


The Thing Called Love

This thing called love
The people dashed off in droves
I’m not entering that line again
For it cannot see and feel my pain
You and me in heated passion
With just a dash of Zion
There is no grass to mow
Blazz the brawny cow
Tell me and I’ll do it
I might be able to have it
Boy they sure are succumbin’
To flee their lumber of sin
We’re both in cloud nine
On the cover of a magazine
The tiger enlightened us so
The varying colours of the rainbow


Love Thyself!

I love myself, that’s true
From the bottom of my heart
I can only give what I have
If I have love, then I can give, too
What does it mean to love myself?
It means a lot of things, for instance
I should be kind to myself, not too harsh
Not too much expectation, I know my limits
I should accept things I cannot change
I have to look after myself
Physically and mentally
Be positive and calm
Compete with myself
Believe in myself
Do the best I can
Whoever I am
Accept me
Love me