I'm Estell and I will always be in love with words and paragraphs. Currently, I am somewhere in between transitions.
Basically, this serves as a documentation of sorts of my life, just a fraction of it and not entirely--not that you should read it or something. But if you do, you should know though that this is my blog and I am not my blog and that you are mostly welcome.
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To the most amazing couple ever,
There are probably so many ways I could thank you for the life you have given us; so many reasons why I think we are so blessed to have you as our parents. But I am not writing here to go on about how amazing you are as parents—I am here to tell about how wonderful love can be. I know I am not the most credible person to talk about love but my 22 years as witness to how great and strong love can be is perhaps enough proof.
You guys had me 3 years after your wedding. Maybe I was already there waiting to happen but your distance had me waiting. It also took a few years before Popo gathered up the courage to write that first letter but I’m glad he did. Thank God he did. And I hope he’ll be the most torpe guy I’ll ever know. As I think about it you know, my sisters and I owe a lot to pen and paper. I am proud to say we are byproducts of love letters. Why and how you’d exchange correspondence then was patience.
Your love story led to churchbells and you had your honeymoon in Hong Kong. I was surprised you guys must have really wanted it that special. People all just get into the rush nowadays. Love was understanding that after your short stay in HK, father goose had to fly back to Saudi and Momo on her own back to the Philippines.
Saving up for “the future” and the ever-stressful financial management over the years and miles and miles and miles apart was trust and kindness. How you two manage being physically part is faithfulness. I will and can never be too sure but temptations and doubts is but human nature. Given your setup surely requires the extra effort but faith comforts the envy. It amazes me how one can be without the other and know deep within themselves that they are together: Love transcends the sensory.
Being apart for more than you are together, my sisters and I are more than grateful for the sacrifice you devote our family. I will always be thankful for your selflessness.
Love doesn’t come in ribbons or bouquets, in expensive box of chocolates or packages. Sometimes love comes in silence, through misunderstandings and shortcomings, through expectations not meant and other bumps along the way. Love is not about the attachment. Love is about holding on and not giving up through thick and thin. Love is a lot of things; love is a lot of little things like overhearing Popo asking Momo for an early morning walk. Love is in the coffee you make and sip together late noon. And love is being brave and saying see you next year ever single year you know. One day though, we won’t have to part.
Our family might not be like most families with a mom and dad in one house all the time but that’s what I am most thankful for—the fact that we never felt like our family isn’t close enough.
What I mostly know about love is through the love I’ve been nourished with my whole life. Abundant, always grateful, persevering, hoping and always, always willing to wait. Love exists. And I am blessed to witness a love so true.
Happy Silver Anniversary, Momo and Popo! Always love, stay in love!
Always,
Eliz
Made my day that day. My sister’s tweet. What completely sold me was that she got the file through PM via Facebook. Yeah, that’s how you roll Mother Goose!
Posting summer memories I didn’t get the chance to upload sooner because our Internet connection at home was busted for like a month. How unfortunate could that get? Our family’s a very casual family and our ultimate bonding time would be the karaoke. It was, believe it or not, our first time at Red Box and this was actually at the night of my father’s flight back to his work oversees so this was a real treat. The middle of the year means missing fambam sing-along sessions and a peaceful neighborhood.
This picture, which was taken last Christmas, made me realize where my sisters and I are the way we are. We have a crazily, cute mother. And father. Yes, him too.
Nikon D90
Nikon D90
I don’t religiously go with my mother with her morning jogs but I try as much to for company. This was taken when I felt like bringing Psyche along to really do something. I’m actually sort of banned from doing physical tasks like jogging (seriously) because of my scoliosis (16-20 degrees, S curve if I remembered it right) but if you kinda know me in real life you wouldn’t heck believe this. I run like a maniac. Parang ang yaman ko sa oras no?
He likes his name to be spelled B-U-B-B-Y
Meet Kuma Bobito Hotness Bang Villanueva Gonnafly. He’s fly like that. He’s our 9-year old bear brother and we love him to bits. He has 2 pets, Perry (named after Perry the Platypus from his favorite show, Phineas and Ferb) and Puppy, who’s actually in the picture too. He has acquired his Mexi-Canadian accent from traveling the world but he’s already adapted to the Filipino language, with becky lingo and all. He also changes outfits every now and then. That top was given as a gift by my blockmate, Aldrin, especially for him. as He’s favorite expression is “Helloooow!”. You should hear him talk some time.
oreos would be enough to kill me
But why not take it to another level and make it wicked right? So this was what we did last Saturday afternoon if I remembered it right. Getting “quality” family time is more crucial to me than ever now. I always badly get homesick—in school, during classes, on the road, while eating, at the dorm. You can hardly imagine this unbearable sickness. So this is what I try to do when I’m at home. Basically I tend to go on vacation mode upon setting foot on our doorstep. I spend most weekends doing non sensical stuff despite the reality that we, the graduating students, are facing: THE THESIS. But really, how and who can put off their thesis when it’s haunting you like hell?
What you do is just make use of all the time you have left to have the life you can have while having thesis. This is my tribute, to me and my lovely family. Wicked oreos! On its own, Oreos can actually trigger my allergic rhinitis if I eat without caution. I know it’s a bit awful, but I like missing things I love.
