Heart Yngrid's Blog, page 21

HashtagHugot (A PHR Event)

You are all invited to come to the gathering of the bestselling romance authors of Precious Hearts Romances on September 20, 2015 at 1-5pm at the SMX stage area, Mall of Asia. Meanwhile, Diary Of A Broken Heart will also be available on the said date. See you there! →

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[Ebook] Diary Of A Broken Heart

Now available! Diary Of A Broken Heart in e-book format. To download the ebook, click HERE. To read the teaser, click HERE. To read the book excerpt, click HERE. The book version will be available on the 3rd week of September.   →

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Filipino Readers’ Choice Awards 2015

Two of my novels are nominated in Filipino Readers’ Choice Awards 2015 under Romance in Filipino category—Baby, You’re Mine and I Love You To Death. But I urge you to vote for Baby, You’re Mine. One Vote per email address (if you have more than one email address, you can use them all to vote). →

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Ikaw, Ako At Ang Ating Forever – Chapter 8

IDINIKIT pa ni Divina nang husto ang tainga sa labas ng pinto silid ni Dony Nidora. Kung mortal sin marahil ang pakikinig sa usapan ng iba, siguro ay sinusunog na ang kaluluwa niya sa impyerno dahil makailang beses na siyang “nagkasala.” Gusto lang kasi niyang malaman kung bakit napasugod si Sandra sa mansiyon at hindi →

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Diary Of A Broken Heart Official Cover

The official book cover of Diary Of A Broken Heart coming this third week of September. →

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Cheesier Than Keso

The photo says it all. In time for the Manila International Book Fair 2015. See you there! →

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My Backpack's Story

Just a few years ago, I rode a plane that took me to a place away from my usual boring life routine and before I knew it, I was bitten by wanderlust. Since then, my favorite thing has been my big backpack. I never thought I would love traveling. I was too lazy to move my butt off my seat in front of the computer. I used to be a homebody. I did not like the outdoors. I was quite unadventurous. And not to mention, stingy (and yes, I actually did mention that). But one day, a work-related out-of-town trip had brought me to a province in Visayas. And since then, my life had changed.

Right after my first trip, I've become suddenly hungry to see new places, new faces and new things, learn about different cultures, eat unfamiliar foods, seek adventure, inhale the fresh air and just savour anything new around. Yes, it happened that fast.

I've ridden a boat and went on an island-hopping tour for the first time in Guimaras and held a cute pregnant male seahorse in my palm. That was the only time I learned that the male seahorses are the ones who get pregnant. I mean, how lucky can female seahorses get. They are spared from labor pains and postpartum depression. Lol. I've seen the famous Magellan's Cross in Cebu City and gobbled down their scrumptious Lechon Cebu and I hardly cared about the fat. Nobody would care about cholesterol once they tasted Cebu’s lechon (roasted pig). I've experienced the camp life for the first time in Anawangin, Zambales. No electricity, no mobile signal, no wifi and no decent bathroom but I miraculously survived. I've pretended I was Super Girl while I fly in the air via zipline ride in Tagaytay with Taal Volcano in my background. I've had fun baby-talking the cutie little Tarsiers and feasted my eyes on the picturesque splendor of Chocolate Hills in Bohol. I've been surrounded by hundreds of pineapples in a vast pineapple plantation in Bukidnon. I've stood at a piece of sandbar in the middle of the sea with the stunning view of Hibok-Hibok Volcano and Mt. Vulcan in my background. That was the majestic White Island in Camiguin. I've met an authentic tribe girl in Cagayan De Oro and learned about her ethnic life and symbolic tattoos. I've explored the beauty of nature in the lush fields and tall pine trees in Eden Nature Park in Davao. I've accomplished 742 steps upward the summit of Mt. Tapyas and been captivated by the breathtaking view of Kayangan Lake in Coron, Palawan. I've seen the late Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos' preserved body in his mausoleum in Batac, Ilocos Norte. I've strolled along Calle Crisologo as if I traveled back in time during the Spanish colonial era and explored the quaint beauty of Vigan, Ilocos Sur. I've bravely taken a 4x4 adventure ride in Paoay Sand Dunes and screamed my lungs out the whole time in mix of terror and fun. I've ridden a horse on my way to Kapurpurawan Rock Formations in Pagudpud and the limestone formations that had graced my eyes were totally awesome, truly a nature’s wonder. I've trekked in Tam-Awan Village in my suede boots and sang the Frozen movie theme song “Let It Go” as I nearly got frozen at 11 degree Celsius in Baguio. I've survived a technical spelunking course in Sumaguing Cave and seen Sagada’s famous Hanging Coffins and burial cave. I am actually frightened of coffins and corpses but, surprisingly, this didn't scare me at all.

These are just tiny bits of the rich experiences and heart-pumping adventures I had in these places I've visited so far.

 Flashback to those days I was slouching at my chair in front of my computer, persistently bored and sluggish, nobody would ever guessed I could experience all those stuff I mentioned above. I have a small, frail-looking body frame and obviously not into physical activities. I was too lazy to read a book and I sucked at geography. Even my mother was flabbergasted when she found out what I have been doing while I was away. I didn't even try to ride a bike in my life because I was afraid I might fall yet I did three hours of trekking in a rough, steep trail in the middle of deep ravines in Mountain Province and flew via zipline thrice.

 Because of those experiences I gained through traveling, I've learned more about life. I've become stronger, braver and wiser. I've overcome some of my fears and I've become adventurous bit by bit. I've changed. Traveling has changed me. It has brought out the best in me.

 I'm looking forward to my next adventures with my backpack.

Jacko Mojacko, my new pet dog

Meet Jacko , my 3-month old shih tzu. He was born on June 2, 2013. I adopted him on August 5, 2013. He is an extremely cute yet not the typical docile shih pup. Haha. He's very pasaway. He had this very strong character, very playful and friendly. I made a list on what I dislike and like about him. And here it goes...




10 things I dislike about Jacko:




1. He eats his poop sometimes.

2. He likes to play with his poop whenever I'm not around.

3. Sometimes he smells like poop 3 days after he takes a bath.

4. He's too playful he bites a lot (kagat-harot)

5. He's giving me a hard time combing his hair. He looks murderous whenever I hold his comb.

6. He's suplado sometimes, refuses to be hugged coz he's too busy playing with his toys.

7. He thought he's the alpha. So high and mighty. Sometimes he makes me feel like I'm his yaya, not his master.

8. There are those moments everyday where he seems to transform into some wild creature, running so fast across the room back and forth growling and barking like a mad dog.

9. He's a brat. He doesn't listen sometimes.

10. He chewed my slippers and earphone. Ruined some of my stuff.




10 Things I like about Jacko:




1. He's uber cute and irresistible. Sometimes I just look at him staring at me and I feel instantly happy.

2. He always licks my face and neck. 

3. He makes me feel like a kid again whenever I play with him.

4. He pees and poops in his Potty Trainer, has toilet discipline (well, most of the time)

5. Sometimes when I tell him to sleep on his bed and not on the floor, he does it. (He's quite obedient in some cases)

6. He frequently puts a smile on my face even if I was in bad mood because of his funny antics.

7. He teaches me how to elongate my patience.

8. I love it whenever he's in my arms or sleeping on my lap. He's like a baby.

9. I like his competitive character and happy disposition.

10. I love the fact that I have a companion all the time, always tailing me, making me feel I am needed and I am not alone. 




Even though I have certain dislikes about him, I still love him. and he's my baby :) 

Forever Young At Heart

I can't believe I'm turning thirty-two in fourteen days. Yes, ladies and gentleman, today I am making a history by revealing my real age in a public spot on the Internet. In fourteen days, I will be freaking 32. But no, I'm not in any way complaining about it. Rather, I'm thankful I have reached that age (or about to). Not everyone had the chance to get to 32 or let alone live a single day. So I'm rather thankful that I'm still breathing, though struggling with a couple of problems that regularly come my way. Well, that's life. If you don't like to get problems, then die.



I just can't believe I'm actually turning 32 in a few days. I was just playing a Barbie doll at the corner of our house, then the next thing I knew I am about to be 32. How time flies. But you know what? I am in my 30's but I still act and think like I'm 20. Yes. It sucks, isn't it? How your age climbs up yet your maturity level is still stuck somewhere below your age.



I don't act my age. I don't feel my age. I don't dress my age. I don't speak my age. In short, in my heart and soul, I am not in 30's. I am still in 20's. No, I am not developing some specific personality disorder here. It's what I feel. My body might have aged but not my spirit.



There are times when I wonder if the information in my birth certificate were authentic. Was I really born in 1981? Or could there have been some mix-up like the typist was drunk when she was encoding the details in my birth certificate? Did my mom had an amnesia due to anesthesia overdose and thought she had released me from her womb in 1981 when all along she actually gave birth to me in 1991? Or I might be a 20-year old gal trapped in a body of a 30-something woman due to some paranormal forces just like in the movies.



But in the end, I realized that I've only been watching a lot of crappy movies. There must be some concrete and "realistic" reasons why I feel so young despite my age.



Someone has given me the idea why I don't mature simultaneously with my age. She said, maybe because at my age, normally a woman has a husband and a child (or children) but I have none. People mature because of life experiences. And that enlightened me.



Life experiences. I am not the type with a lot of intense, colorful, mind-blowing experiences in life. As an introverted, socially awkward girl, I wasn't exposed to a lot of things in life. Most of the times, I refused to. As a child, a teen and a pre-adult, all I wanted was to hide inside my shell and do the things that make me happy. I was contented in my little world. My little world where I was always safe and away from the hustle and bustle of this world. So, I couldn't tell really if I have enough life experiences that could mold me to be a mature woman that I am supposed to be right now. Maybe that was it. Maybe I lacked enough life experiences that make a person grow maturely.



She also pointed out that maybe I happen to stunt my own maturity growth. She said perhaps I don't want to get old and I am involuntarily trying to escape the truth that I am aging so I don't let go of the childish things that I am accustomed to do. And when she said that I realized that I must stop eating MILO (spooning from the plastic container which is quite unsanitary). That's a shame! 32-year old women do not do that, do they? And must also stop hugging my teddy bears and kissing them.



But I like doing them, so why will I have to stop doing things that make me happy? Where is free will there? WHERE?!!



So, my conclusion is this: maybe there was no drunk typist who had sabotaged my birth certificate. Even if I look younger than my age (hehe), there's no way I am not 32. I might be responsible for my own immaturity. Or maybe it is part of my personality. Or maybe I need a therapist. LOL. Whatever!



Honestly, I don't really care if I am immature. There were just those moments that I'd wished I was mature enough to look formidable and respectable. But I prefer being young at heart. And even if I turn 62 and still act younger than my age, that's all right. I think it would be cool to be forever young at heart.

Merry Christmas!

I found this huge Pine tree at the Eden Nature Park and Resort in Davao City and I thought it was a large Christmas tree. I pretended to be a gift and positioned myself under it. Hehe.




Merry Christmas, peeps! Happy Birthday, Papa Jesus!