DJ Barbie Q of 106.7 Energy FM

I was working on a blog post last 2014 on how I was able to get back on the airwaves. You know, I have this 'on and off' relationship with this career, but as soon as I signed the contract with 106.7 Energy FM, I told myself I am very much blessed to be picked by a respected and established radio station and I need not to waste it. So then, I chose to stay and wanted to keep it for good. I went busy with juggling three (or more) jobs and missed out on finishing the blog I started, until today! Excuses! I know! Haha! 

Hello 2015! Yes! It is a new year! And I have yet shared photos from our recent photo shoot as part of the radio station's relaunch campaign that (in fact) started last year! Let's have it as a teaser for now while I go back to finishing that old-new blog post.

Of course, I won't forget to mention these people with magical hands who helped us achieve that 'oomph' look! Special thanks to our fabulous Glam team! 

Make-up Artist: Moonrise de Clarin

Hair Stylist: Bubhey Bautista

Wardrobe/Stylist: David Baky (for my clothes)

On Energy FM, they call me Barbie Q!

Here are your DJs! :)

There you go! Let's make 2015 even more awesome! And oh, please remind me to finish the 'blog' before the year ends! Cheers! #AngSarap

Moving Forward

Sometime long ago, I was in deep hurt. That kind of excruciating pain you couldn't even barely imagine. Today, I couldn't even remember how I got into it up until how it broke me into pieces. I knew to myself my conscience was clean. I kept on asking myself why I should be experiencing it when I never wanted to hurt anyone. Until now, I am looking for answers.

I am finally letting go of the past; deciding to leave everything negative behind. I stumbled across an old note in my phone and found myself smiling while reading it. I felt proud of myself, that during the darkest days of my life, I was optimistic to move forward.

Here's a short letter I've written way back. No edits were made to preserve the emotions felt during the time I wrote it.

Moving on is least like "starting all over" but more of "continuing without". ~ Mitch Albom

I am getting well. I know I am.


I was hurt badly by the past but I am healing now. There are times that I still feel a bit of tingling in my chest but I guess its part of the process.


I am very much excited to wake up to that day that he, his memories, his voice, not even the sound of his name will affect me no more. Not even the littlest pain you could ever imagine. That day when I get to see him in a crazy crowd, I will be able to smile and nod at him and walk away without any regret nor pain; feeling proud, free and fearless. And I know, that day is coming.

The wounds are drying. The scars will forever be there. But what matters most is how I stood up after a hard fall. Soon, I will no longer miss him. I will be able to forgive him. Yes, I will.

They say experience is the best teacher, and he was such a good one. Someone who taught me what love really meant and how pain is just bluntly part of it. It was quite a tough and painful subject to learn. But I made it. Thank you for the lesson. I've surely learned a lot from it.

I will be okay. I am on my way.
I am... Almost there...


I am sharing this to everyone who is experiencing pain because of loving. Its okay. Its normal to get hurt. Just breathe. It will take a lot of tears. And heck a lot of time. But things do happen for a reason, right? You'll find true happiness soon. Everything's going to be okay. Trust me.

Loving and Letting Go

There will come a time that you need to give up something you’ve wanted so much to set things straight. You’ll surely get hurt in the process but giving up doesn’t mean you lose the battle.

You bleed alone to let that someone be strong.

You weep alone to save the tears of others.

You break your own heart to let that someone find his own happiness.

And you give up that one reason you smile each day, to let others regain their own.

Give yourself a good pat on the shoulder, you just made the right yet one of the hardest decisions in life.

This is why LOVE is called SACRIFICE.

It wasn't, it isn't and it will NEVER be fair but it's worth it.

Ang first time, sadyang hindi madaling kalimutan.

Madilim..
Malamig..
at Malakas ang buhos ng ulan...

Sabi sa balita, wala naman daw bagyo o low pressure area sa loob ng bansa, hanging habagat lang daw ito na pinagiibabayo ng Bagyong Haikui na kasalukuyang nasa bandang Taiwan.

Madaling araw ng Martes, August 7, kailangan ko pumasok sa trabaho. Pahirapan ang pag-aabang ng masasakyan. Sa sobrang lakas ng ulan, may ilang bahagi na ng daan na agad nang binaha kaya bago pa makarating sa tapat ko ang taxi, nakikita kong umiikot na sila pabalik para hindi na tumuloy sa baha. 

Desidido akong pumasok. Naisip kong tawirin ang baha pero hindi ko masyado na-convince ang sarili ko kaya lumapit na lang ako, para at least makita ng mga taxi drivers na may babaeng kawawa at kanina pa nag-aabang ng taxi.

Pagkatapos ng boardwork ko, bandang 8am, medyo humina na ng ulan. Madiliim pa rin ang langit, parang mag-aalas-sais pa lang ng umaga, pero medyo humina na ang ulan sa may bandang Ortigas.

Pahirapan ang pag-aabang ng masasakyan. Sinabi ko na 'yun kanina, sequel ito.

“Manong, sa Galas po.” Sa bilang ko, walong beses ko ito nasabi dahil walong taxi ang pinara ko na hindi ako sinakay. Matagal din ang pagdating ng susunod na taxi,kaya medyo naubos yung pasensya ko sa mga sumunod na taxi drivers na tumangging isakay ko.

May isang mabait na taxi driver na nagsakay sa akin.

“Manong, Galas po.”

“Sige po.”

“Galas po.”

“Tara po.”

“Ows? Di nga Kuya?”

Sabay sakay agad sa taxi. Baka mag-bago pa ang isip ni Manong. Dinagdagan ko na rin ang binayad ko kay Manong, maliban sa siya lang ang nagsakay sa akin, nabanggit niya na nasa ospital daw ang apo niya kaya napilitan siyang mamasada kahit malakas ang buhos ng ulan. Maliit lang naman yung inabot ko, pero may kalakip na panalangin yun para sa agarang paggaling ng apo niya.Hindi ko nakuha ang pangalan ni Manong pero nagpapasalamat talaga ako sa kanya, driver siya ng World Taxi TXK382.

Wala gaanong trapik at baha sa mga dinaanan namin. Pero hanggang sa may Araneta Ave. na lang ako naihatid ni Manong dahil doon na nagkaroon ng malalim na baha at hindi na talaga kayang daanan ng anumang sasakyan. 

First time ko ma-stranded. Ito na ang ilan sa mga eksenang nasaksihan ko.  Parang mababaw lang sa picture, pero parang beach yan. Habang lumalayo, lumalalim. Hehe.

Paano ako nakauwi? Edi lumusong sa baha! May choice ba ako? Hahaha!

Una. Kinailangan ko tumawid sa concrete barrier na ito hanggang sa makarating sa SM Centerpoint. May mga taong tumutulong para umalalay, aabutan mo lang sila kahit P5.00.

Buti na lang, to the rescue si father dear. Thanks Dad!

Pangalawa. Kailangan sumakay ng raft boat na itinatawid ng mga taong nakalusong sa tubig. Apat ang kayang isakay nito. Standing ang eksena at kailangan ng bonggang talent sa pagbabalanse ng katawan kung ayaw mong mahulog sa baha. Itatawid ka nila hanggang sa entrance ng LRT V.Mapa Station para makatawid ka sa kabilang side. P20/head 

Pangatlo. Pagkatawid mo ng LRT, may toda ng mga balsa. Makeshift ang mga balsa mula sa itinaling mga empty plastic gallons bilang floater at nakabaligtad na batsa sa ibabaw bilang upuan. May medyo sosyal na version, yung bangka na gawa sa steel tub. 2-seater amg parehong style. Hindi ko na nakuhan ng picture yun. Matindi na ang pagkaka-kapit ko sa batsa! P40/head.

Kung pwede lang maiwasan na ma-stranded. Sino ba naman gugustuhin ma-stranded diba? Una nakakatakot, pangalawa, magastos!

Pwera biro, nakakatakot talaga. Kung hindi ka malulunod o makakasakit dahil sa tubig baha, yung ibang napanood ko sa balita, nakuryente naman. Buti na lang nakauwi pa ako ng ligtas sa bahay. Thank you Lord.

Napansin na natin si Habagat. Sumama yata ang loob na kahit madalas silang binabanggit ni Amihan sa weather report ay hindi naman sila napapansin. Naging malupit ang hagupit nito, pero 'wag natin isisi sa kahit kanino.

Ang matinding baha, maliban sa kalokohan ng contractors ng DPWH at DPWH mismo na matabunan ng aspalto ang 600+ na manholes, epekto rin yan ng basura natin!

Itapon kasi ng tama. Nung elementary naman tayo, tinuruan naman tayo magbulsa ng mga kalat natin diba? Kahit na yosi lang yan, itapon mo ng maayos. Kahit balat lang yan ng kendi, itapon mo ng maayos. Kahit balat lang yan ng butong kalabasa, itapon mo ng maayos.

Haay. Ondoy, tinalo ka ng experience ko kay Habagat. Sana wala na kayong mga kalahing sumunod pa.