Before I forget...

I'll jot down stuff that matters to me.

Being a dad:
I remember waking up because I felt something lightly banging on my forehead. Turns out, It was Raya giving me kisses, she couldn't control her back muscles yet hence her giving me a headbutting kisses.

Watching her learn, progress is both joyous and sad. Joyous because like any other parent, I'm happy to see her grow up. Sad because as time passes, her baby-likeness gradually fades. She's a "little girl" now as supposed to my little crawling baby.

I actually like being a dad. Ofcourse its not easy and it is challenging for the most part of it. But it does bring a different kind of hapiness, one that can't be bought. I won't repeat what other parents before me have stated. There is a definite joy to being a parent.


I'm just happy to have captured lots of pictures of her and my wife during these times. Oh I took up photography as well.

She likes wearing her bestidas (dresses) and say : "Look at me I'm a princess fairy !". Even on cold nights she sometimes refuse to wear her fleeced shirts and pants and would rather wear her "princess dress" :)

Just last-last week she was telling us. "I want a baby sister."

We'd ask her: "Do you know what a baby sister is ?"

She'd reply : " I want a baby brother"

We'd ask again : "What do you like better ? A baby sister, a baby brother or a chocolate cookie ?"

Obviously she chose the cookie :)

How time flies:
Its been almost 3 years since I left manila for wellington. That means I havent seen both my parents and siblings for a while.

I'm ok here Ma... I'd even say that I'm happy. :)

I like the weather here, the people in general are pleasant. My super oily skin has some benefit as it turns out, during winter some people would put lotion in their faces. I never have to :)