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Cabanlet-Ong Nuptial

Kristine Roa — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 10:11:45 +0000

I never really got to talk about my friend’s wedding that happened last year. I guess it took a while for that to sink in just as how I’m still trying to internalize another good friend of mine’s wedding. But then, do we really have all that time?

Sobie and JB go a long way back. And I’m not talking about years here. But YEARS. We were in our fourth year in high school when JB and Sobie brought on the holding hands gig and made everyone talk. I didn’t. I was too liberated for that. I gave them both a pat on the back and now that they are married, I couldn’t help but cry.

Yes, I cried at Sobie’s wedding and I’ll cry at every damn wedding that involves any of my bestest friends. What does Sobie know about getting married? She’s 27 and giggly and hides any of my stuff whenever she gets the chance. She thinks it is funny if one pair of your sandals is gone and you’d scramble around looking for it. Till now she still hides my stuff and she will forever be our darling Sobie.

To Sobie and JB, December 26, 2009 Transfiguration Church,

(photo by Jet Agcopra)

Funny how we have all grown up together for eight years with you both witnessing how we your friends subscribe to happiness in failed relationships yet lest bemoan the breakups we have had to endure. But you both have always been there – together – never faltering – never breaking up – and somehow, we all knew that you both will end up here, in this church, and letting everyone realize that there is hope for the rest of us – that somehow, we all know that we would find someone to never falter with.

We love you.

Arrived at the Transfiguration Church Monastery with the family

I did my makeup by the way and also my sister’s. This dress was designed by yours truly. So simple.

James Montalvan the partner

Cookie, the Candle Sponsor

I cried when she walked down the aisle!

The Entourage. Sorry the photo is dark! Lol.

Bride Friends, Grooms friends, Bride’s HS classmates, Grooms HS classmates. The photog was exasperated!

Love my friends!

Roadhouse Cafe

I’ll miss you bingkat!

Hahaha I had confetti in my mouth

I miss my girls! That’s Leslie in the brown dress and Apple in blue.

Say hi to my mom and dad. I look bug eyed here. See those photos on the table? They are their Thank You cards. So cute! Made from Cagayan de Oro Handmade Paper, of course, which Jb’s family is the proprietor.

She is most happy here – in this place

“Isn’t she lovely?” – Stevie Wonder

Oh, well. Till next wedding!

The 2008 Gratitude Post

Kristine Roa — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 07:15:50 +0000

When did Christmas ever mean anything? 14 years of a Christian upbringing, your parent’s scoffing at your denims on Christmas Eve and you suddenly declare December 25 as Holy? Sure, people could just tick you off by asking in all their plastic-faced glory why couldn’t everyday be a December 25. But that’s what they say, too, on Valentines and Thanksgiving. Pooh.

Christmas IS special and the holiday is a perfectly good excuse to get on the next trip to your parent’s city and not feel guilty gorging on that home baked ham.

I wish for the best this year and send off a fervent prayer thanking Him…

…for having a job that writers would kill for
…for friends that I would kill for
…for all of my shoeboxes that don’t yield to gravity yet
…for family that you can always go home to during the holidays
…for the second home that could almost buy me a Condo unit with the monthly rent I’m paying for
…for that sweet getaway in Bukidnon when you wanted no other air but nature’s.
…for the arm that is around me when I wake up in the mornings. sweetest thing in the universe, babycoo.
…for the mornings that I wake up asthma-free
…for my grandmas who are still around
…for renewing my relationship with mom – unconditional love at its best.
…for ATMs, credit cards and check books
…for my next door neighbor who’d harass me with her manuscript but wouldn’t think twice about being my In Case of Emergency person
…for the island of Cebu
…for Zero fares.
…for SUNCELL’s unlimited calls.
…for having a pretty cool Manager who doesn’t give a shit about what you do as long as you get to answer her questions at the end of the month…
…for the health insurance that supports my dysfunctional lungs
…for hair clips during those emergency brush offs

This list will forever be an understatement because there are so many things that I’ll continue to be grateful for. Everyday I see, hear, and feel gratitude hitting me up like a colossus. That woman in the street peddling with her breast jutting out. That guy who is talking to the HR right now. The kid who took 10 minutes to get on the jeep because of his leg. Experience all that and you would be keeping a daily journal of everything you are thankful for – but I guess my bandwidth would not allow that for sure. I saw that I haven’t been writing that much last year also and I felt bad because I had a foot long list of reasons why I should be writing everyday but sometimes the drive isn’t just there. What makes this year any different is definitely a good question to ask me.

So let’s see – I broke up with a stressful lover last year, watched Kaskade, hopped from one beach to another, met people who you normally do not see on my multiply albums, big adieu to my old title and welcomed a new department and until now, I’m still trying to understand what the fuss was all about when clearly, all I could ever show as a 2008 souvenir was another broken heart and a hospital bill that reminds me so much of an irresponsible lifestyle.

One thing I want to promise this year – stay healthy. Be healthy. No more hospital trips. Eating vegetables is a consideration. Be patient, I’ll go there.

My first 2009 shameless self-production. Candid. Honest. Personal. Happy New Year everyone!

Happy Father's Day!

Kristine Roa — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 05:53:34 +0000

IF YOU SEE MY DAD, GIVE HIM ONE BIG KISS AND HUG FOR ME, please. ?

Pop at DELMONTE Clubhouse for the annual Golf Tourney.