Kiddie games I played and antics I had before

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Children nowadays are more into toying around their techie stuffs and toys rather than engaging themselves in real games with real playmates sweating themselves out in physical activities. We oftentimes find their lazy asses glued to their chairs; eyes facing their desktops, laptops, and tablets. He isn’t young a child anymore but in my hubby Tope’s case, NBA 2k11 on PS2. I may be a gadget geek now for possessing multi-functional stuffs like iPod, laptop, digicam, and tablet, but I am already old enough when I acquired these things. Though many times I’ve mentioned in my previous posts how much of a timid, homebody person I was, still, I had a fair share of a game-filled childhood: patintero, 10-20, and sikyo/gerbase. Name any of the then popular Pinoy games maybe I had played it once or twice. I bruised, cut, even scarred myself with these kiddie games and experiences. 

* I remember waking up in the heat of early summer morning in my grandparents’ house just to call out my cousin Denden & sister Jennifer to play Darna, Capt. Barbel and Dyesebel with me. After exhausting ourselves with this role-playing game of Pinoy superheroes fighting off imaginary enemies, we would retire under the shade of the huge mango tree and wait for lola Ett to serve our morning snacks, and lolo to listen to his scary stories.

* I played patintero during my elementary years in DWCC. I must say, they have the best grounds for this game. I remember slapping my classmate, Kristoffer Dela Cruz hard in the face for interfering with our intense game round. The mischievous boy cried and that mistake forced our hyped game to a quick end. As I am typing this, its funny that my husband goes by the same name of the poor boy I slapped some 14 years ago. 

* 10-20 scared the crap out of young girls  for making them believe that their boobies will grow fast and big if they play this a lot. I was in 2nd grade, still flat-chested when this game became popular. I was aware of this hearsay yet I ignored it. Who cares? I want to jump up, and down not to get boobs but to grow tall. 

* I remember playing tumbang preso once in front of our house when all of a sudden my parents popped out of the driveway and scolded my sisters and I to scurry home. All sweaty, and stinky, we were reprimanded, and given disciplinary actions/belt-slapped in the butt for disobeying rules not to get out of the house. Belt is scary shit alright but the joy of having tried even for once in my life a real challenging street Pinoy kiddie game is worth it. 

* Lutu-lutuan is the culprit why my neighbors always lose their precious flowers back then. One old neighbor would wonder where her newly blossomed rose or pink gumamela had gone right after she finished watering her garden. Blame it on me. I used to be the ruthless flower picker among my sisters. We once dreamt of becoming chefs by combining squished leaves and petals in a tiny frying pan. Out finished product looked pretty swell, but, unfortunately it can’t be eaten. We can only stare.

* Married, and at age 23 years now, I still sleep with a baby blanky that I took from my youngest brother Stephen when he was just barely a month old. It is color yellow, my then favorite color because of my sunny attitude ages ago. I just love it’s Bananas in Pajamas design, and we definitely shared a lot of good slumber together. 

* I learned how to bike when my cousin Jonas pushed me on a road to be able to bike on my own. I did scratch my knees and bled, but I quickly learned. Luckily, the scar faded but the biking skill remained instilled in me. It soon developed as a hobby. Wondering why I was so shiny, and bronzed back in elementary and high school? Blame it to my excessive biking activity.

Tope and I share this biking hobby. He used to have a pricey BMX which, at the moment, remains stocked in the garage. He still has a deep scar on his right elbow which he got from one of his biking road slip accident when he was 10. Our little Evo is gowing up so fast, before we know it, he’s already a toddler! Time flies so fast and we both want him to have the same simple gaming orientation bi & I used to have back in our days. Whatever games or toys Evo like, we could only hope that it would be the best for Evo.

 

Ostensibly blithe

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There are many unconventional things that apparently run my life. I have my share of insecurities and frustrations which are the paramount reasons why I am not propitious. Once hurt, I cringe in pain; afraid for others to see yet longing for someone to help to the extent of being taken advantage. I am not a happy person. I was born this way; filled with pain, grudge, and regret for my family’s bad decisions in the past.

I was left to fight on my own, to persevere alone. I equipped myself with what I presumed then as helpful tools. I thought it would help make me cheerful, and strong but I was wrong. I grew up thinking quite mature yet eccentric for my age. During my childhood, when kids were still busy playing hide and seek, I was keen on memorizing kiddie poems, and vocalizing. In my adolescence and teenager stage, others were busy socializing and experiencing puppy love while I was engrossed with the macabre; mummies, Egyptology, WW2 bloodbaths, and stories. Far from the mainstream, I have this inkling that someday I will be accepted the way I am. Gah, what the heck am I saying?

It should be Evo first

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I was going to kiss my baby Evo goodbye when I saw his eyes fixated on the laptop placed by mommy near his crib. The music as well as the cartoons dancing before his eyes absolutely enthralled him. How attentively he listens on the nursery songs playing. He was so engrossed that he barely noticed me when I approached him to pat a gently kiss on his fluffy cheek. Oh how I miss the feel of his soft, plump, and smooth skin. Having flu last Sunday not only put me on a bedrest the entire day, it also banned me from kissing my son for days. By Monday, I had not recovered yet so I left without touching my little Evo. I didn’t want him to catch colds so we only played for a short while that day.

I didn’t want to leave home this morning. The sight of Evo acting if he is a captive trying to escape from being trapped in his cell (his crib) while keen on watching baby nursery videos is too irresistible. I just wanted to hold him, to sing for him his favorite phonics and numbers for the rest of the day. But I had to endure my longing; one last glimpse at Evo and then I left. On a regular day, I spend more time working in the office than playing with my baby. My thoughts are always occupied by him though. I always wonder how he was doing, did he finally say his first real word, can he sit now on his own? I feel sad when I think of not being the first to see his baby milestones only because I wasn’t home. I cannot tell when was the first time he baby-talked because I went back to work shortly after his third month. Even though bi kept telling me before to resign in my office of three years, I returned following the lapse of my maternity leave for practical or rather selfish reasons. And the opportunity cost has started taking its toll too since then. First, Evo started ignoring me at times. He’d rather bite his fingers than respond to me. I missed his longing for me. Next, transferring from Filipiniana office to ORMECO stopped me from going home during lunchtime to breastfeed him. This made Evo dependent on formula milk alone, thus draining my breast milk supply. I wanted to breastfeed him but can no longer perform this motherly task. Third, he had to move to and from different homes and nannies from time to time like my mama, tita Bless and lola Ett, mommy and daddy just to be taken good care of while bi & I are at work. Frequent change in his environment and his teething period I suppose had made my darling Evo sickly. He was even confined due to diarrhea merely two weeks ago, and has taken medications too plenty for his age just to recover. Whenever I come home every afternoon, he is either asleep or playing in his mommy lola’s bedroom. Then I would cradle him in my arms, look at those beautiful eyes, and express how sorry I was for my absence; how much I have missed him. Evo would smile back at me as if to say, “Mommy, I forgive you. I missed you too.”

I love my son so dearly. He resembles more of me as an infant except for his a bit chinky eyes, long permed lashes, and teeth-like gums. I think about resigning to be able to solely devote my time for him. But the thought of wholly depending our expenses on bi scares me. His tendency to nag about finances sometimes abhors me terribly. Then I think about my sister too. Had I resigned earlier, ate Gzeth could have relieved or assumed my position and not left for Bohol anymore. I have my reasons why I cannot resign just yet. Despite all of it, I still hope that one day I will find a home-based job with a lucrative pay or hit jackpot in the lottery so that I can give up my work as an employee. Either of the two will allow me to cuddle my bundle of joy whenever I want to.

Almost runaway

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The tedious tv shows playing on the tv late last night prompted me and my husband to go out for a drink. Driving daddy’s reliable SUV, we both headed to Anahaw resto for some beer & vodka. The beach side restaurant filled with different people is a common sight in Anahaw. Many well-to do folks go there for its cool ambiance, upbeat music, good food, and picturesque of the Calapan Port. (Anahaw should pay me for promoting them.) Thou it may be considered that those factors also appeal to our tastes, except for the crowded part, what actually brought us there last night is their slightly used billiards table and yummy sizzling mushroom. Drinking perhaps is our common bonding activity next to snuggling. I should be used to it now but no. Still, there were plenty times in the past that once he gets inebriated, he upsets me. The beach side restaurant filled with different people is a common sight in Anahaw. Many well-off folks go there for its cool ambiance, upbeat music, good food, and picturesque of the Calapan Port. (Anahaw should pay me for promoting them.) Thou it may be considered that those factors also appeal to our tastes, except for the crowded part, what actually brought us there last night was their slightly used billiards table and yummy sizzling mushroom.

Upon getting out of the car, bi ordered me to bend over to check if my cleavage flashes from my neckline. Annoyed, but still obeyed. It does not. Next, we headed straight to where the billiards table is to start playing but it was occupied. So instead, we just sat on the second to the last table. He ordered two beers, both downed shortly after 30 minutes. I had a Tanduay blue illusion vodka to keep pace somehow. Drinking perhaps is our common bonding activity next to snuggling. He always ends up drunk while I would always have to stay sober to sometimes drive for him. I should be used to his drinking fad by now but no. Still, there were plenty times that once he gets inebriated, he upsets me in the worst way possible; exactly the way he did again last night.

He shared how his subordinates reacted when they heard him comment about how ugly my hair was the other day. Tope said he shrugged it off in a cool tone saying, “Its better and less offensive that she hears negative criticisms from me instead of hearing those from other people.” And his stupid remark just ruined my night. Offended, I excused myself to the cr, looked at the mirror to fix my hair, then returned. I said, “I get flattered hearing from random people that I don’t look like a mom or that I still look like a teenager. But I get more flattery hearing peoples’ comments about us when we’re together; that you look like my dad or you look average when standing next to me.” I got his ego this time. He scowled and retorted who are they to say such, that I am nothing compared to him, that I am nobody if not for him. Shit. And the vitriolic strictures went on as he continues to spit on the wooden floorboard. He was clearly drunk. I was near to tears already when I threw water on his shirt, picked my tab and car keys, then scrammed. I knew I had to leave him there. He had to be castigated for his insolence.

I hurriedly started the car, turned on the headlights, hit reverse, and then made my way out of Anahaw’s parking area crying. Why does he have to be so cruel to me and Evo, and make him walk all the way home were all I can think of to retaliate myself. As I shifted the gear to segunda, I remembered that it will be our fifth year as a couple on Friday. I slowed down until I parked on the other side of the road not far from Anahaw. Alone with my thoughts, I was perplexed by my impulse. He stunned me with the veracity and fallacy of his words at the same time. He was right that I am a nobody but he was wrong when he said he made me someone. I was somebody when you met me, but being with you made me a nobody, and that’s the truth. Five years of being together, with my sacrifices of giving up my studies, career, and bearing his son; this is what I get, humiliation. Please tell me if five years of putting up with you is worth it? My hand trembled in indignation yet I patiently waited for him to find me. He arrived, sat in the backseat, and pretended feeling sorry. He will never remember our anniversary on Friday.

Evo’s first anniversary last Feb 7

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One lazy afternoon, a year ago at exactly 3:30PM, bi & I found out about Evo. He jumped for joy while I cried in fear because I knew right then that my life will change; that I’ll be a young mum soon! I couldn’t stop crying so bi wiped my tears, hugged me tightly (except my tummy area which he didn’t want to squeeze) and kept saying “Bebe, I love you. I love our baby & I am truly happy.” 

Now, we are doting parents to a healthy, cute, & well-behaved baby boy who recently turned 4months old. Evo is indeed a blessing and he has changed our lives for the better. We ♥ you anak:)

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I posted this in my Facebook account last Feb 7 and amazingly had around 55 likes from families and friends! It means a lot to me letting everyone know that our son Evo has always been a blessing since the day we found out about him. I may have my worries and fears before but I have forgotten all of it the moment I felt him kick inside my tummy. I hope and pray that in God’s grace Tope & I can be the best parents to our little seraph. May he always be an angel to us. XOXO 

Underneath is my baby Trevor Vincent who recently turned 4months old. He’s one charming baby isn’t he?:)

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I love you lolo

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I’ve thought about making a tribute entry about my beloved lolo couple of weeks ago but I hesitated. Why should I write one when he’s still with us? I hoped and prayed that he remains strong, but as the days passed by, he only grew weaker. Mama, bi & I paid him a visit last March 11 and saw how weak he had become. Sitting on his reliable rocking chair is my frail and thin lolo Panching. I reached for his long, bony fingers and placed it on my forehead (nagmanoako), so did mama and Tope. I kissed lolo on his cheeks, he smelled clean like always, and then he flashed his sweetest smiled as gratitude. I asked how he was feeling but he can no longer speak. I knew in my heart he’s just waiting for the inevitable. It pains me seeing him like that. But I know it would hurt me more not seeing him anymore. Still I chatted with lolo, told him to eat more so that he will be strong again. Then lola sat beside us and showed lolo the things we brought: adult diapers, Cobra energy drink, cookies, and Lysol which was requested by tita to keep lolo’s surroundings germ-free. Lola stacked the cookies in lolo’s cookie box container and then mama opened one for lolo to eat. Lolo smiled again and went on to chew the small chocolate cookie.

I remember his last days. He was quiet; spending most of his time sitting on his rocking chair pondering perhaps on his family, the simple yet good life he will leave behind. Lolo was filled with love. We may not be always beside him but I know he can feel how much we love him. To be continued…

To Bohol she goes

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I was busy scan reading my friends’ updates in facebook when I saw a scanned photocopy of a job hiring ad the other week. The content reads the company needs an accountant, loan officer, and several bank tellers for the First Consolidated Bank branch here in Calapan. The bank’s name rang a bell. Then I reckon that before I gave birth to Evo last October, Tope took me to Hotel Mayi for a business meeting with Lorenz, their would be tenant at Alberto’s building. Lorenz is connected with FCB and he wanted to establish a marketing office in the heart of the city. Luckily, he chose the pricey office space in the building of hubby’s family. Short description, FCB is a fast-growing bank from the island of Bohol now taking big steps to penetrate the north’s banking industry. Their entry in my humble province would mean not only new bank to invest money in, but more job opportunities for my fellow Calapenos as well.

Knowing their office is just in front of Tope’s house, I encouraged my unemployed sister, ate Gzeth, to try applying in any of those vacant positions posted. I edited her resume and application letter then emailed it to her gmail account so that she can send it right away to Lorenz. We didn’t have to wait long for him to respond. The next day, ate received a reply from Lorenz asking her to email her transcript of records for reference. She went to my office again that week to scan and email her TOR. He replied quickly after presumably checking her records. He said she has to report to his office on Saturday at 1PM to take written exams. She got nervous at first but then shrugged it off. After all, weeks of reviewing for Civil Service Professional exam made her quite prepared. I promised to accompany her to FCB’s office that Saturday so I can introduce myself and her also, hoping that I can somehow leave an impression on Lorenz being their landlord’s wife. I think it helped. A subtle eyeshadow and cheek tint did the trick too! She looked presentable, more like a professional banker along with her good choice of semi-corporate dress. Ate and her high school classmate Joanne was graciously accommodated. We hoped, fingers crossed, that she passes the exam and initial interview.

Soon after her exam, she chatted with me about the job. If she gets hired, she’ll be staying in Tagbilaran, Bohol for the next 6-8 months for training and bank internship. That’s almost a year without seeing her, but I know we have to be strong for her career to prosper. I was kinda expecting already that she’d make it, and she did. The following week she was called for an interview and the outcome was overwhelming. She got the job. Over the weekend she’ll be flying to Bohol, all expense paid. It came too soon than expected. She had mixed emotions like I. She was happy for getting the job, but also sad because she’ll be leaving behind mama, and her nephews. Eight months, that’s too long. A lot of things could happen in a span of eight months. She might be busy now preparing her employment requirement but that can’t conceal her sadness slowly building up inside her. She feels homesick already while I am missing her already. To perk up ate, we jokingly ask her for bizarre pasalubongs like a real tarsier (a tarsier might kill itself already once captured) or like bi’s request, “bring home infamous Prunee.” Ate had no idea who the heck is Prunee so the thought of going to Bohol to see these for herself sort of excites her.

With mama and Binggee, they paid lolo a visit last night. Ate Gzeth badly want to see lolo as she’ll be leaving for Bohol this Saturday. Ate Gzeth is also lolo’s favorite apo and I know it pains her too seeing lolo growing weaker each day. I hope and pray lolo regains his strength so that when ate Gzeth returns, lolo is still here with lola Ett and the whole family.

I’ll miss you ate. I know Evo and Binggee will miss you too. Today is your last day here in Calapan for tomorrow you’re off to NAIA already. I will leave office early just for you so we can have quality sisters’ bonding time. Thank you for being loving, and patient with Evo and Binggee. You be good over there!

Atty. Tomtom, I salute thee!

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Last February 29, 2012, the 2011 Bar Exam Result was revealed to the public. I was tagged by my cousin Jestine in a photo showing that our good cousin kuya Tomtom passed. I instantly rejoiced and congratulated him as well as the whole Perez family for his amazing feat. He passed with just one take after all. In the past years, bar exam hopefuls usually wait til March for the results, but this year the results came out earlier thanks to the revised exam method (40% Multiple choice & 60% Essay).

Kuya Tomtom is an admirable person. He graduated as class valedictorian during his elementary and high school years. In addition, he is also diligent and studious. I didn’t doubt that he’ll pass the bar exams. While looking at his name in my laptop lcd (1419. Perez, Richard V.), I remembered him telling me this some three years ago, “Ate Joanne, graduating ka na pala ng Pol Sci. Mag-law ka na. Sayang ang panahon. I can give you my books.” We were at Shakey’s Lipa for Wacky’s first birthday then and papa sought some paralegal advice from him for the case involving our acquired commercial land in Mindoro. I simply replied that I’d love to but we don’t have the money to finance my studies yet. He smiled then told me that I should not lose hope. I reckon he would gladly volunteer driving for us (Napi, Jestine, Anine & I) in the mall whenever I pay them a visit in San Jose despite his demanding studies so that, we, cousins could have a bonding time.

If there is one word best suited to describe kuya Tomtom, it is humble. He keeps himself grounded no matter what achievements he’s made in the past and even up to now. He always makes it a point to pray, return to his family, be grateful, and share whatever blessings that come his way. A good person does get rewarded for good deeds. To Atty. Richard V. Perez, kudos to your achievement kuya! Thank you for inspiring me to take up law studies as well. I know tito is very proud of you up there!:)

Good bye OPI-FRDC

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How can I ever forget all these years we spent together? I first set foot in this office when I was only 18. I was hired as a part-time writer for Crew’s newsletter, and it was my third job from the day that I became a working student back in college. Time flies so fast. Its been five long years already and now I’ll be leaving you.

My Top 5 Romantic Filipino films of all time

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I’m not a film student nor a film enthusiast but I do appreciate a good movie whenever I see one. Since its still love month, I decided to make an entry about romantic Pinoy films which I consider as the best. Among my favorites are directed by Carlos Siguion Reyna, Laurice Guillen, Olivia M. Lamasan etc. (Sorry, no romcom kilig films from Ms. Cathy Garcia-Molina reached my Top 5) Bi loves watching Pinoy films and he’s told me his top 5 romantic films already. Oh well, here are my picks. 

5. Mangarap ka (1995)

This movie isImage not a just love story about two childhood friends. It entails also the hardships, failures, and success of a young man named Nonoy (Mark Anthony Fernandez) when he and his childhood friend Jenny (Claudine Baretto) moved to the city to pursue their college studies in UP. Being “promdi”, Nonoy finds it hard to resist the social life his new environment has to offer which put a setback on his running career and his relationship with Jenny. He got hooked on vices, neglected his studies, and even ditched athletics wherein his university scholarship is at stake. His college life seems chill until he flirted with a colleague which angered Kier Legaspi, the girl’s boyfriend. Unbeknownst to Nonoy, Jenny has always had feelings for him until she finally got fed up of his changes. When Jenny left Nonoy, it was when he finally realized he also loves her. Will Nonoy be able to make up for the lost time and opportunities he used to have or will he just throw away his last chance to keep his scholarship, and shot at Jenny’s heart? 

Fun fact: Dito sa pelikulang ito unang nabuksan ang aking kamalayan tungkol sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas sa dakong Diliman.

 

4. Una Kang Naging Akin (1991)

I’m not a fan of Sharon-Gabby love team but this movie is just too compelling to be ignored. Sharon stars here as an artist living in the beautiful beach of Palawan while Gabby is a rich man from Manila who’s soon to be wed with Dawn Zulueta, a socialite with a penchant for arts. Diosa (Sharon) and Nick (Gabby) have different lives but their fates crossed when Gabby had surviveImaged a chopper accident in Palawan and suffered from amnesia. Nick was presumed dead by his family and by his fiancee because the authorities found only burnt bodies from the chopper’s crash site. While in the city of Pto. Princesa, Nick’s act of courage got himself introduced to Dr. Mallari, Diosa’s father when he had helped him recover his bag from a robber. Dr. Mallari then brought the amnesia-stricken Darwin to their home where he and Diosa finally met. The two started a romance which led to the couple getting married despite Darwin’s illness. However, their romance was cut short when Darwin encountered a bus accident on the night of Diosa’s delivery which made Darwin remember who he truly was. He returned to his old love and life back in Manila and had totally forgotten about Diosa. This is where the tougher conflicts and emotional scenes came out. How did Diosa win back Nick? Just watch the whole movie.

3. IkawImage lang ang mamahalin (Camiguin) (1995)

This one is pretty tragic yet moving. Gelli De Belen went to the island of Camiguin after an incident involving a huge sum of money in Manila threatened to end her life. To hide the money as well, she sought refuge in the paradise of Camiguin. There, she fell in love with its breathtaking picturesque of abundant beaches, nature, and its captivating native, Jomari Yllana. Gelli being a street smart Manilena go-getter is the aggressive type while Jomari, her exact opposite, is a coy farmer who has lived all his life in the island. Despite their differences, the two fell deeply in love with each other. Everything seemed perfect but there’s one problem, Jomari has a fatal illness. As Jomari’s illness started to manifest, the problem Gelli left in Manila started haunting her as well posing threats to their relationship. But true love conquered it all. Gelli finally convinced Jomari to let her use the money for his medication but death took quickly his life. He died one rainy night when his illness attacked him on their way to the barrio clinic. Gelli’s cry here sent shivers down my spine. It was indeed moving. I can never forget the part when she dived under Camiguin’s famous sunken cemetery and hugged a submerged crucifix to express her undying love for her man.

2. In the nImageame of love (2011)

Emman is a balikbayan from Japan who decided to start his live all over again by rekindling his lost passion for dancing to which he was hired by a powerful family of politicians, the Evelinos. There he met the beautiful Cedes, Dylan Evelino’s fiancee and she became his student. The film consumed much of the scenes on flashbacks which are at first confusing to me. But as the film progressed, it was understood that Emman (Aga Mulach) and Cedes’ (Angel Locsin) lives aren’t just connected through dance. Both share a painful past meant to be hidden to protect their lives from the ruthless Evelinos. This film is a well-crafted movie that tackles not only romance, but also current issues like the dirty politics, political violence, prostitution, and corruption per se. This movie sets the trend on how modern romantic movies should be. Truly a must see for every one!

 


1. Ikaw pa lang ang minahal (1992)


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This movie top-billed by Maricel Soriano, Richard Gomez, and Eddie Gutierrez has always been my favorite from the day I first watched it on Cinema One. Maricel Soriano, played the lead character Adela, a naive yet caring daughter of an affluent doctor who yearns for her father’s love. Dr. Sevilla, Adela’s father despises her for his wife (Dawn Zulueta) died after giving birth to her 27 years ago. In Adela’s 27 years of existence she never felt loved by anyone even by her own father until David (Richard Gomez) came to her life. David wooed Adela and they became a couple much to her father’s dismay. Dr. Sevilla is convinced that David only wanted his daughter for her wealth and is taking advantage of her naivete. Adela is deeply in love with her very first lover while David appears confused. Well there are lots of kissing/love scenes portrayed in this film; in the fields, by the river, yet each has decent shots. What I love about this film is that despite being an innocent, fragile, and emotionally battered country lass who wallowed all her life in self-pity and then fell in love with the wrong man, Maricel became a strong, smart, and independent woman who finally freed herself from emotional pain.

Unforgettable moment while watching this film: I cried buckets of tears when Adela’s father died in her arms and her tormented cry reverberated in his dark room.