She really knows what's BEST

She's with me whenever I'm weary, She never leave my side when I'm in trouble, She knows everything about me, She did it all for me, and she is my mother.


When times get rough, She always get in her way to do her job which is to manage and handle out problems, She always do everything for me, Give not expensive but the best stuffs,She always cook the best meal, she always make things better, always weep my the tears away and put back a smile on my face, and even if it's hard for her she'll pretend and tell me that everything will work out just fine even though I know it won't. 


Sometimes, I do misunderstand her and get mad at her because she is not listening to what I say. I'm being hard-headed and I know it's wrong. But in spite of those mistakes she still could not stop forgiving me and could not stop giving me a chance to change. She's the one who never get tired of teaching me lessons.


I'm not ashamed of her just because she's borrowing money from other people just to have something for dinner, I'm not ashamed just because she has no enough money to buy everything for us, And I'm not ashamed because she's my mom. I'm proud of her for raising me up,for giving me everything I need, And lastly for giving birth to me.


My mom told me that she can pass through mountains just to give us nothing but the best and she's willing to take the risk just to play the role of being a mother. And she also told me that she's only breathing because of us.


I am also in pain when I see her crying. But that's what make me strong, that's what makes me love her even more. 

If only I could repay her, I will and I promise to do it in the best way the I can. I would do it just like her way, giving the best of everything for the one whose the best at everything.

"No words can express how much I love you"

- How Did You Know by Chiqui Pineda

(My mom's favorite song
and I call it as her National Anthem XD)

Being a child :)

Dear Strawberry,


Awhile ago, I was browsing my childhood album. I saw every picture in that album and there is one remarkable photo of mine that bothered me and gave me an idea of composing a blog. It's all about being a child; being clueless of everything.

In that particular photograph, I was smiling widely while holding a brand new "PHOTO ALBUM".The story behind it is, I thought that ,that photo album was mine .. but then It wasn't, It's my brother's . He got it from one of his Ninong/Ninang in his baptismal. It was a present for him.

I spent the night holding that album, believing that it's mine and without them telling me that it wasn't for me. So everyday I browse the album, looking at it as if there's a picture on it.

Until one morning, the album was not at the place where I left it. I worked hard looking for it but sadly, I didn't find it.

The next morning I was shocked because I saw the album at the top of the drawer ... .. of my brother. I immediately grabbed it, quickly opened it and then I was like "huh?what's this".It was full of my brother's pictures when he was born and those pictures taken on his baptismal. I closed the book, put it back to where it belong and then I quietly left the room.

I really liked that photo album, treated it mine, and then noticed it wasn't.

At that very moment, I realized that, I cannot own everything especially those things that are really not mine. I learned that I can't just have it. I realized that a child really don't know what are they doing and I also realized that they really don't know what they're saying.

But that's the glory of being a child, Saying things without knowing what it is and doing stuffs without knowing what may happen as a result yet they're SERIOUS.

Yes, they may not know the meaning of words that comes out from their mouth but they do mean it, they may not know everything about the reality of life but in their world they do understand what they feel and do comprehend everything they see.

I have learned and realized that I'm not a child anymore, that I have to stop pretending that everything is mine, I'm not a child anymore so I must quit acting like one and it's not anymore proper for me to act like I'm clueless.

I'm already a grown up now. I can easily understand things, I can classify which thing is mine and which is not, and lastly, I can now explain; at least something to a child who's as careless and as clueless like me before.

-SpongeMauie