I started writing when I was 8. My mom got me a journal where I could rant (prob so I won't be an annoying brat). I stopped writing for 8 years until the pen and then later on the keyboard called on me again. I blog because I like writing and that's just about it. Hope you get inspired though... Bite the apple!
Sunday, April 5, 2026
Happy Easter!
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Black Saturday 2025
Friday, April 18, 2025
Good Friday 2025
Thursday, April 17, 2025
Maundy Thursday
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Palm Sunday
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Miracle Sundays: Palm Sunday
The last time I was able to attend Palm Sunday mass in person was in Singapore. We actually kept the palms we used previously and have been using it to make ash for Ash Wednesday. When I was young we always gathered outside of the church with our palms raised to wait for the arrival of Jesus (represented by the priest). It is a reenactment of Jesus' arrival in Jerusalem.
This week we will experience again the passion and death of Christ. Have you welcomed Him into your heart today?
A blessed Palm Sunday to everyone.
#BeKind #StaySafe
Sunday, April 1, 2018
Easter 2018
Our family is celebrating Easter here in Singapore today. I have lost count how many Easters we have celebrated here. I miss Easter at home though. Visita Iglesia. Going to mass everyday. The washing of the feet which my Dad was oftentimes a part of. I most especially miss serving in Church. Since I was 14 years old I was part of our church choir and every year we would prepare for Holy Week. We also always had Easter egg hunting for the kids back then. It's been many years since I was able to be part of it and a lot of my friends have also moved to other places with their own family. I hope someday when I finally go home we'll all be together again.
I most especially miss Mom and Dad. I remember during Lent they would always encourage me to sacrifice something for 40 days. One Lenten season they challenged me not to drink soda. It was really hard because they would both drink during meals and taunt me haha. I survived and broke my fast at the dinner in the convento after the midnight Easter mass. My parents were also very active in Church so I was always in tow (Mom still does it whenever I'm home).
In my younger years we used to go to Bicol during Holy Week together with our neighbors. The biggest contingent was 12 families if I remember correctly. It was really fun although I was already really shy back then and preferred to play on my own. It was in one of those trips when my Dad and my Titos decided to roast a pig. They started around 9 in the morning, but since it was their first time it took them awhile to figure out how to do it. We ended up having the lechon for dinner hahaha. The hardest part of those vacations though -- no swimming during Good Friday! After those years though we've always just spent Holy Week at home.
What about you? What are your best Holy Week memories?

