That’s how we were, and that’s how I am now with the rest of my family. Maybe it’s because I don’t remember getting hugged or kissed by my parents when I was growing up. I don’t remember kissing and hugging them, either. Same with the rest of my siblings.
Author: Carmie Dulguime
I started this digital journal initially for self-expression -- because this is what I do. I write for my profession and for my passion.
Then it dawned on me that what I was doing was selfish.
I found new inspiration in Proverbs 31:8: Speak for those who cannot speak; seek justice for all those on the verge of destruction.
Through the years, I have met people from various walks of life with stories that deserve to be told. Unfortunately, not all of them have the gift of gab. So I presented myself to them, giving them the voice that they need to share their stories. Stories that inspire, cry out, reach out, provide unspoken truth.
2014 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog. I guess I did okay, and I know I can do much better. I won’t make any promises (not that anyone cares), but I will try to share more stories this year. I hope I can follow through. Happy new year, everyone! Here’s…
Naglaro sa Singapore, day 3
Kapag turista, walang hiya-hiya. Baket, magkikita ba kayo ulit ng mga locals? Unless, isa sa kanila ang “the one” mo. Ewan ko sa yo.
Ngalay-lakad sa Singapore, day 2
Hindi ka na naawa sa talampakan mo. Balang araw, sisingilin ka nyan. Kailangan nya ng bagong sapatos.
Turistang Pinay sa Singapore, day 1
So, nag-sink in na ba sa yo na nagpunta ka ng Singapore? Kamusta naman ang unang araw mo don?