Thursday, September 10, 2009
and I love you so
Dear friends,
At this time last year, I was also an excited bride-to-be. My husband and
I were keen on looking for ways to make sure that we will have the
wedding of our dreams may it be by attending as much bridal fairs as we
can, going to Divisoria on weekends and being as much hands-on as we can.
We succeeded. On August 8, 2008, my husband and I were married in
Antipolo Cathedral and it was the happiest day in our lives. After the
wedding, we moved to an apartment immediately and experienced the
independent and carefree life of a newlywed couple. We traveled, went to
malls and enjoyed life's simple pleasures like cuddling on DVD nights or
doing the grocery on payday or eating burger at midnight or doing the
house chores while playing loud music.
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But everything crashed on May 1 this year. Eight months through our
marriage, my husband had a heart attack while swimming during our company
outing. There was no premonition. We really didn't expect it. Although he
had a family history of heart conditions, he was so fit and healthy. I
couldn't find words to describe what I feel - anger, pain, guilt.... He
passed away at the time when we were so in love and had so much hope for
the future. We didn't even have the chance to have kids together. I am
still in pain. I am still grieving. I have my good days when I can
appreciate the blessings in spite of the tragedy. But most of the time I
have my bad days when I feel like tearing my hair out and just cry myself
to sleep. It is especially difficult now because our first wedding
anniversary is coming up. I keep remembering how my husband and I would
talk about how we would spend it and where we would travel to celebrate
it. Thinking about that day really scares me.
But I am writing not to paint a grim picture of my life. I am sharing
this because I would like to point out five lessons in our love story
which hopefully would do some good for married couples, even future ones
too.
· Never waste your time with petty quarrels - Although our
married life was happy, we were not a perfect couple. We also have our
petty quarrels like tampuhan over who would prepare our meal or for not
being able to text at the right time or for being 30 minutes late. We 'd
not talk for some time until during the wee hours in the morning when we
were both in bed then he would reach out and hug me then say, "bati na
tayo." Oh how I wish I could bring back the time and not even bother with
these petty things. Never ever let a day pass without patching things up
and talking it over. Now I realize that I should have said sorry more
often.
· Offer words of affirmation - I remember how we would often ask
each other: do you love me or are you happy with me? It was good that we
did this because right now, his words of affirmation keep me going
whenever I am on the verge of depression. Besides, expressing your love
and your happiness will add strength to yo ur relationship.
· Find joy out of simple things - Always show your partner that
you appreciate him - whether it's a phone call during the day to say
hello, or buying lugaw for pasalubong, or cooking his favorite meal. And
when he does some thing for you, don't forget to say thank you even for
little things. As they say, familiarity breeds contempt - don't fall into
that trap.
· Always make memories - Our time was short but for me, every
minute was in color. Every word exchanged, every place we've been to and
every restaurant we ate at were all deeply etched on my mind. It helped
that we had our websites and albums to document our life together. Our
first purchase as a couple was a digital camera and it was so well-used
that we were able to build 6 albums of pictures in such a short time.
· Express your love - A hug, a touch in the head, a peck on the
cheek - there are so many ways to express your love. But most
importantly, verbalize it. Saying "I love you" as much as you can will
not only make your partner feel good but will also inspire him.
We were married on 888 and spent 8 months together as husband and wife.
Yes, I still feel rotten and empty at times. But I have hope in the
future and trust in the Lord. I will survive this. My husband's life was
short but it was a life well-lived. But I believe in our love and I
believe that we will see each other again - in God's time. God bless all
of you.
Roanna (ni Jarwin)
8-8-8 | Antipolo Cathedral
Sunday, September 6, 2009
A well loved Night-out



Monday, August 31, 2009
A backyard within a backyard

These past few days, I have been following the story of Jaycee lee Dugard who was kidnapped and reunited with her family after 18 years. In the International News, it was said that she was held in captivity for 18 years. She was 11 years old then, now at 29 with 2 daughters who were fathered by her kidnapper, Philip Garrido who was an ex-convict and a sex offender. Unbelievably, Jaycee Lee Dugard did not manage to escape where there were possible opportunities. As I have been reading the news, I found out that she lived a normal life with her kidnapper. I was really filled with overwhelming surprise or shock when I have learned that she really bonded with his captor and in fact she considered herself being married to him. She was able to live for 18 years in the backyard within a backyard with a tent as her house as if she was just camping(see photos http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/jaycee-lee-dugard/6109792/Inside-Jaycee-Lee-Dugards-garden-prison.html. Further about the news, Jaycee lee Dugard is experiencing a "Stockholm syndrome" which is a psychological response seen in abducted hostages, in which the hostage shows signs of loyalty to the hostage-taker, regardless of the danger or risk in which they have been placed. I have read some stories similar to this one where a captor later had a relationship with his captive during the course of captivity. This is really happening nowadays. A lot of children are being kidnapped not for any monetary issue but for some reasons that could not be explained. In my own opinion, these things are very rampant because people are falling apart from God's love which is the consequence of being attached more to this world than that of Spiritual needs. It is very sad that most children are victims of this kind of crime wherein at their young minds they experience deep hurt and can lead to more devastating life. This reminds me of how people nowadays are becoming so cruel and selfish. Sometimes, I fear for my children because of what is happening around us. Good, that I have God who can control everything and will protect me and my family from any danger in life. If everyone would only cling to God what a perfect world would it be.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Unforgettable encounter with the King of Pop
I am posting this article here in my blog page because it's very touching and shows how a man so popular and wealthy could be so caring, down to earth and generous at the same time. It really makes me sad that we are only hearing these stories now that he is gone. This was written by a PR officer in one of the finest Hotel in the Philippines and was published in a local newspaper. This happened during MIchael Jackson's History Concert tour in Manila on December 1996. Here it goes...
Manila Hotel's former PR officer Gwen Cariño writes about her close encounter with hotel guest Michael Jackson in December 1996
When I was a PR officer at Manila Hotel, I was assigned to head the annual Orphan's Christmas Party where 300 children from different orphanages around Metro Manila were treated to a day of fun and surprises. It was one of the biggest projects on my plate and it was such a challenge to focus on work the day before the big event, knowing Michael Jackson was billeted in the hotel.
Two nights before, I had been fortunate to be part of his welcome line at the hotel lobby together with the rest of the PR and sales staff but was content enough to see him walk by.
The day before, a guy claiming to be Michael Jackson's aide from Mamarao Productions came to the office. I couldn't recall his name but he looked for the "person in charge" and said his boss had read the announcement about the event in the Dear Guest flyers we had circulated to all the rooms a week before. Michael wanted to know how he could help. His aide went up to the Penthouse and down to the PR office several times after we gave our suggestions.
Michael offered to fill up the 300 loot bags with goodies and toys, candies and chocolates. But after getting close to 50 sponsors, it was actually a problem for us to dispose of everything.
The King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
So I thought hard...how can the King of Pop meaningfully join the affair? I couldn't possibly have him be with the kids in the palayok game or the pabitin as he might end up being mobbed! And since the annual event was really all about giving, I mustered all my courage and told the Mamarao guy that the best thing I could think of was for Michael to literally be present to help distribute the loot bags, sign autographs and pose with the children for photos. "Wow, that may not be easy. You're talking about handing goodie bags to 300 children and I can just imagine the chaos. We'll see, Ms. Jacinto. I'll get back to you," he said.
Lunch break came and it was the most hurried one I ever took in my entire life. It wasn't until after 5 p.m. that Michael's aide came back and said, "Michael is more than happy to do whatever you suggest. How do we go about it tomorrow?"
I wanted to scream. I had to calm myself and regain composure as the Lizzie Maguire in me said, "Get real, get back into focus."
We agreed that Michael would join after the games, musical program and snacks, and at the last part to give out the loot bags. My colleague Annette Africano and boss Dulce Agnir requested for additional security around the garden and the stage area as this was where we decided to distribute the gifts. We made sure the children would form an orderly line.
Then the moment arrived. It was at the Champagne Gardens on Dec. 7, 1996. I was surprised to see him walking towards us, guided by his aide. Michael came up to me as I had to brief him.
"Hi, how are you? Thanks so much for letting me in, I know I'm early 'coz I didn't want to miss the program." I said, "Are you kidding? Thanks so much for volunteering! Here's what Michael, why don't you just sit here and watch the musical numbers before we get into the gift giving. I will have to tweak the program a bit." He replied, "Sure, anything you say... (pausing to look at my name tag) Gwen!" I was stunned at how incredibly sweet and modest he was. And in my mind it was, "Oh my God, this is really happening!"
Amazing how he patiently sat through the whole program. Carol Banawa, then an Ang TV mainstay couldn't believe MJ was watching her perform. She had her red blouse signed by him right after her number. Then followed Stefano Mori's dance number. Later, his back up singers and dancers came up on stage followed by select kids from different orphanages who danced to the beat of Billie Jean. Oh, the smile on Michael's face was just amazing.
Then we announced that Michael will be distributing gifts onstage. I explained to him that there's a loot bag for the younger kids and another for the older ones and he nodded. The thrill and excitement he gave those children was incredibly touching. It was in between the gift bag distribution that I caught a glimpse of MJ, not as a performer but as a person.
It was one in the afternoon. Santa Claus (David Endriga, a friend of fellow PR officer Francis Capistrano) was with us. The heat was scourging and I was worried that Michael felt so hot with his black long-sleeved signature attire and hat.
"Are you alright Michael? We can let you take a break," I asked. He said, "I'm cool Gwen. Just imagine how Santa feels inside his velvet suit and beard. We'll be fine."
I never heard him complain or say a word about how hot it was or how long the line was. He had the most beautiful manners. He didn't even ask for a drink or a towel to wipe his sweat but one of our banquet staff made sure he got a glass of fresh orange juice.
An hour passed and we were halfway through gift-giving when we noticed that the garden was getting filled up. Suddenly, there were people from media, politicians, officials and hotel guests including those in a wedding reception at the nearby Champagne Room who deserted the newly-weds just to get a glimpse of the King of Pop.
"Oh oh, this isn't supposed to be, I'm so sorry," I said. It's all right, we'll get through it," Michael said smiling.
As we finished giving out the last loot bag to an 11-year-old orphan, a new line of more kids and adults formed. Michael's bodyguard, Wayne, said. "We can leave now."
Michael replied calmly, "We can't leave when there are still people in line. It's Christmas, dude."
I felt my heart beat faster and the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. He wasn't just the most electrifying performer, but the most generous person.
One of the most memorable moments was when a lady came up to him for an autograph. Laughing and holding his tummy, he said "Hey Gwen, you've gotta check this out. He whispered, "It's a blank check. The lady is making me sign on a blank check."
We laughed hard and little did we know that it wasn't even half of the comedy. He later showed me and Wayne other stuff people would use or pick up on the ground when they couldn't find paper for him to sign on. One lady made him sign at the back of her elegant, designer Filipiniana gown. One teenager came up to him holding a dead leaf and another one, a popped balloon. Imagine how our laughter ballooned as well.
It was an amazing, genuine experience. At one point he asked if I was going to catch his History concert and I said "tomorrow night." "Oh, you'll have a blast!" Michael told me.
At this point he became concerned about the stage as adults outnumbered the kids. His face had nervousness written all over it but he still didn't complain. He tapped the wooden floor with his foot several times making sure it was sturdy enough not to fall apart. "I've experienced the stage collapse and I just want to make sure we're all safe here," he explained.
Half of me wanted the line to finish because we were literally melting and worried about our safety, but half of me didn't, knowing that once the line ended, Michael will leave.
At some point it did end. I managed to get an autograph for my sisters and me before our general manager, Clem Pablo, requested him to sing Give Love on Christmas Day.
Cesar Sarino, one of the hotel's officials, addressed his thank you note to the King of Pop. Then I saw his guards and aides whisking Michael off stage. I said in my mind, "Oh man, I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye." Suddenly, I saw Michael return on stage and say, "Thanks so much to you and your team, Gwen. This really means a lot." Then he held me beside him and said, "I'll see you at the concert."
As Michael Jackson is laid to rest and returned to pristine condition in the afterlife, these two incredible acts of the King of Pop - volunteering for charity and unselfishly spending time with the less fortunate, will forever be the way I will remember this man.
-- Gwen Cariño
Happy Birthday, Jacko!

Sunday, August 23, 2009
Who will take to change a life?

Saturday, August 22, 2009
nobody, nobody but you from wonder girls

Friday, August 21, 2009
Bohol Getaway April 30-May 8, 2009
My last summer vacation with my family was a real knockout. After 5 years, I went back again to the place where my hubby was born. A real good place to see. The last time I was there the place was not so populated. You could see a lot of unoccupied land waiting to be hibernated. But as I came back, so many commercial establishments rose up to the city that I once knew as very serene. Now, whatever things we have in Manila are also visible there. From fashion, cars, leisure, gadgets and so so were everywhere. But, I think there is a town where in Boholanos are so proud of which remains so beautiful as ever. I am talking about the beaches in Bituon, Guindulman, where my family had a chance to stay over night. Its sugary white powder sand is no match to other beaches not only here but around the world. Bohol has been blessed with beautiful ocean. As of the moment, so many foreigners are flocking to see the beauty of the Island in Bohol. I am so excited to say that this coming December, with the Cebu Pacific Air free round trip tickets ( which my family fortunately acquired )we will be able to see Bohol again. See you in my next blog...ciao
That's my Michael

No one can ever replace the King of Pop in my life. I grew up following his music from Ben, One day in your life and many more up to this day. It's almost 2 months since he died of a cardiac arrest and I am still mourning his loss. There are mornings when I wake up and I feel so sad that MJ is already gone;that I can no longer see his great moves, listen to him while he talks about what's going on with his glamorous life. All I can see are his memories while he was still alive in magazines, books, videos etc. MJ somehow touched my life in a very extraordinary way. I really can't explain the feeling I have right now. All I know is I will miss him forever and I will remember him. Michael has written so many songs that advocates humanitarian causes, love, loneliness, adventure and many more which gave me so much inspiration. Sometimes, I would wonder what if me and Michael met sometime when he was still alive. I would take care of him, love him without asking anything in return, just be with him. But that will never happen. He's gone and only his music will stay with me. I love you Michael, I know how good you are, that you have a great faith in God. Thanks for the music that you have shared to the world. Thank God that he used you to channel the wonder in music.You're such a genius in your field. You did it with flying colors and you were always at your best. I will miss you Michael, but in the end God will always be on top of everything.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Bed and breakfast in Carmen, Bohol
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