Love doesn't cause a pain

Turf: at my berry's home
Dash: reading

Love is not something that we afraid to try, share, and experience because it is the most wonderful feeling can ever have. Though, sometimes it is mistaken as the culprit of our past pains, but the truth is the person whom we choose to love is the real culprit of our scars in the past. Blocking our doors to open it for someone who wanted to enter it is a mistake that we always do and we shouldn't do for LOVE conquers all. Love is a celebration together with someone not alone. Let LOVE heal all our pains and let LOVE keep us alive to be able to share it unconditionally.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.--Martin Luther King, Jr.

» »♫ love don't cost a thing, jennifer lopez ♫« «

Open the door it will take you fears away....

Turf: at the nook
Dash: watching KN

Sometimes it's hard to express the real thought of LOVE when there is so much baggage carrying you through, when you're afraid to open your door and see the world, when your past is holding you back to experience the joy, when you always lock yourself away to avoid your fears. LOVE is always knocking at someone else door when you find courage to open it and receive it.

In many things it is not well to say, "Know thyself"; it is better to say, "Know others." --Menander

» »♫say you love me, mymp ♫« «

All is beautiful...

Turf: in my refuge
Dash: at my great escape


All is beautiful even if you face challenges but it doesn't matter as long as you know how to manage to smile at it.

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Everything that happens to us leaves some trace behind; everything contributes imperceptibly to make us what we are. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

» »♫sunlight, nina ♫« «

Another day of new beginning....

Turf: in bed
Dash: watching eat bulaga


Today is just another wonderful morning, bright sky, golden sun...what we suppose to say is just to say "thank you God" for another day. Another day full of surprises, a day of a new beginning, a day of bright future ahead.

My day started with a hot cappuccino, and a Quaker oats. A light breakfast in bed to start the day.

My youngest's brother, 2nd child is Birthday today, he grew up very fast, a handsome, intelligent boy, kind and nice too. Though, it's a little bit different today since I am not in Dubai to celebrate his special day and I miss the day when I'm too busy looking for a nice present for him, and making him smile when he opens it. So, I just make a simple personalize Birthday Greeting card for him. I know he will appreciate it, because he is a cute nice boy. Tita love you so much.

a. a mug of love, why? this mug was given to me by my first boyfriend and its been with me for 25th yrs (sorry for this exaggeration I counted wrong, admitted not a math genius. Anyway, it's only 16 yrs to be exact). So, there is no need for celebration for the silver jubilee of my mug. Lol.
b. fiber is good to cleanse and prevent many diseases like colon and stomach cancer.
c. the birthday boy "Francis" my cute nephew. Tita misses you so much.
d. How can you aren't simply falling in love with this book, a strong idealist Ella about her first ever love at first sight, will she ever find him? Do they believe with her that he really does exist? I wish I am Ella and I believe soon I will meet my own Gavin.

If we do not plan knowledge when young, it will give us no shade when we are old. --Lord Chesterfield

» »♫growing up, gary valenciano ♫« «

You can find jewels in a book

Turf: at one corner of bed
Dash: reading The Great Gatsby




I'm in search for the book to read, out of so many The Alchemist was caught my attention. My guest, the cover because it's too middle east where I spend half decade of my life and the title, but I am so reluctant to read it since I am over and done with any dark books. It's so passé for me. But the book is so irresistible when you know the author is none other than the international award lyricist and novelist Paulo Coelho. So, I don't want to miss a thing. I said I should give it a try, I will just read a few lines and if it doesn't suit to my taste  I won't continue reading it. As I've read I forgot that I have read so many pages already, that I am so engrossed into every word I read. It seems that there is an aromatic taste that you can't leave it, until it finish.

I forgot to mention that this book is not like other fiction books with the fangs and other gruesome character to scare you, but this book is a light and inspirational one. So, it's not a dark one. And the romance in between is so mysterious, where you can ask, "is he going back for her or not?". I leave you hanging on that particular question, so you might have a little grasp of what the story of this book should have. Aren't you interested now? GO, GET IT, AND READ IT!

The book is so brilliantly written, the phase of the story is like a footprint in the sand that you want to follow the trail until you discover what's on the end of this travel. You're not going to be sorry reading it as you can find a jewel as you turn page by page that you can use and apply it to your daily life. It has lessons to learn in life. It is like a piece of cake where you can find enjoyment reading it and a treasure where you can always you use in daily life.

Right now, I've started reading The Great Gatsby the first page is already amusing and I'm sure this is another book to treasure. Of course, written by American greatest writers of the 20th Century F. Scott Fitzgerald. So, I just lay back and relax.

I hope that I could give you update as soon as I finish reading it.

So, start rummaging your bookshelf or running to the bookstore and grab one that can also be your life treasure. Happy reading.

Govern thy life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one, and read the other. --Thomas Fuller

» »♫where the wind blows, coco o's - OST ♫« «

It is always the first step

Turf: kitchen
Dash: cooking pancake

In order for me to move forward, I need to take the first step. The first step is always being hard and risky but it's also the way in getting and achieving our goals. So, I'll take.

» »♫somewhere down the road, barry manilow ♫« «

Cocktail of Emotions

Turf: at my nest
Dash: watching vleague final



The past few weeks had gone fast, so many unexpected moments of twist and turns. Life has indeed miraculous. You will learn from it as the day goes and pass by.

If only I could pour out all my emotions here in this blog and pretend that no one would ever read this, but I'm still cautious about personal matters to be tackled on privately. On this past few days, rains pours heavily like it was going to flood if it wasn't stopped in an hour or so, but then, the news is liked rain it pours when it pours. It doesn't give any warning to give you a minute to prepare yourself. So, I'm flooded.

A news that no one wants to ever hear but it's part of life evolution, everyone has its time to depart from this world and travels to another life as it is already written. So, we met my cousin Ate EMs and break the ice as she told us that our cousin has passed away and it seems unexpected death, but who can expect death. No one, isn't it? Kuya Roy is funny, kind, nice, and always there to tickle your bones. There is no dull moment as I recall when he is still with us. He always smiles, laughs, jokes around, a part of him that curves in my memories. Ah, memories that I can cherish as long as I live. Though, he travels short in this so-called world. I guess, he traveled this life with fun and enjoyment. The only saddest part is we haven't seen each other for more than a decade ago, and yet, the absence make it forever. So, in this moment of solitude the only thing I could do is offer a prayer for him and pray for the repose of his soul, that he may rest in peace in the loving arms of our Lord.

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A crying sister over the phone from thousand of miles away across the world, where you couldn't give your shoulder for her to lean on, or hug her in your arms to give her warmth in this coldest time in her life. And the thing you could do is give her an encouraging and inspirational words to pacify her beefy feelings. But still prayers, is the best offering for our loved ones and only GOD can solve it.

And today, is a mixed emotion of feelings. I rather go first for not so sad but rather disappointing news, my favorite singer has come out in the open regarding her gender preferences. But I respect her disposition in life, since it is her personal matters and who am I to question about it. Yet, I'm a bit bruised about the news. Maybe because I had dreamt that she would fall in love with a man I had imagined for her (and that's the only reason why I'm battered blues about the news). Regarding my fandom status, I will be forever a Chasters and I wish nothing but the best in life for her.

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Like I always said to myself life is like a mixed of colors. Dark clouds may pass by in our lives but it will only pass by, because no clouds has stayed dark that has never been cleared. True enough. Today is VLeague Final Game 3, its Lady Bulldogs (NU) Vs. Lady Eagles (ADMU). I have been waiting for this bout for almost a week, though Lady Bulldogs is a Rookie in this final, but I go for them. Yes, I shout out for them to the extent that my lungs will come out. Indeed, they didn't fail me (as if they promise me to WIN in this final. Laughs.). Lady Bulldogs beat the Lady Eagles and have their first taste of the Champions. Though then I had been flooded with mixed emotions, but in the end it is washed away with happiness.

We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them. --Juvenal

» »♫ we are the champions, queen ♫« «

The slowness snail and the guards

Turf: off the road
Dash:



Despite the humidity outside and a rare shower rain this unpredictable change of weather doesn't impede my mom from going out and as usual tagging me along wherever she goes.

So, as we went out I forecast the weather is pretty good today not so humid and it didn't rain at all, it's a blessing. But blah! I forgot my mobile, what duh? It is one thing I don't like when my mom is rushing me and I forgot something, even she forgot some of her important things like her: senior citizen card, eyeglass etc., So, not to ruin the good day I just forget all about it and just calm myself.

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As we enter the threshold into one of the buildings in Makati along Amorsolo, Manong guard stop us "pa-check muna po ng bag" as if you are an antagonist. Anyway, I knew they were doing this for the sake of the so-called "pag-iingat" like everyone in their eye is suspicious villain. If you spend half-decade of your life in another country without bumping any guards in any other places, and doing such and such to you, you will certainly aghast, maybe a bit annoyed because in the middle east when you're assuming bad to another person it is already " حَرَام‎ ḥarām" means "sinful" like wala kang tiwala sa kapwa mo. Then, another one Manang guard whose sitting at the information table greet us with her wide-sweet smile and say "paki-iwan na na lang ng ID" in exchange for a  Visitor ID card, then ask where to? As we proceed going to the second floor, Manang guard talk aloud as she said "all the office regarding reconciliation and payment are all here in the first floor".  I guess, I need to thank Manang guard for that warmth approach and her fast action.

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Another threshold, so, another guard to approach I let my mom proceed inside and settle myself in the waiting area. So, I'm settled in my seat I decided to read the book I bought weeks ago Twisted 9 by Jessica Zafra while Mom is answering the query form handed by the guard. I didn't notice the time flies but as I flip to every page of the book and finish every short story the time is ticking slower as I noticed there is a few handful people inside the room but it took time for each individual to finish their transaction. The same people queuing in the reconciliation then proceed to payment (as you can see no people stayed in the payment booth as they come and go). Mom is waiting to be next called in the payment booth (as if there is someone to be waiting when there is no one standing in front of the booth). Is it another delaying tactic or tsumitsika na naman si ate?. They move and act like a slow snail like a star walking in a red carpet with so many guards around while waving their hands to their fans.

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I hope this kind of slow act in any departments of government or private company should improve. The Filipino has been tagged in another country as "Masipag, Matiyaga, Magaling at Mabilis mag-trabaho" as wish it would be the same story here in our country.

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So, after the boredom and slight annoyance the only answer is eating out.

The fact is, that to do anything in the world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can. -- Robert Cushing

» »♫ try, pink ♫« «

Splurge of the moment

Turf: in my nest
Dash: watching mundo mo'y akin


This post should mean for last Sunday, so it bank in my mind for more than a week, so many things happen in between. I wanted to post it in my blog but something halted me to do so. So, that's it.

So, last Sunday I went to National Bookstore tagging along my mom, ecstatic and hoping that I would grab one of the Jessica Zafra book Womenagerie and Other Tales from the Front. The bookstore is small and the collections of books are quite few, so, I decided to ask the lady sitting in the customer service for the help and they are so nice to give a hand leading me to a shelf where all the books of Jessica Zafra are located but as we search it seems the book are not available I'm a bit dismayed and it manifest in my face, so the saleslady keeps looking for it but before I lose my patience I told her that I better grab Twisted 9 by Jessica Zafra and I would just come back for it, hopefully they would have it when I visit the bookstore again.

From this book I learned a new word Biblioleptic. It suggests having seizures of joy when you spot a book you've been wanting to read. And that's what I feel when I read a blog about her book Womenagerie and Other Tales from the Front.

As I leave the threshold of the bookstore though I didn't have that book I still have the feeling of satisfaction having in my hand the book of my favorite writer Jessica Zafra knowing the book are still written by her. So the feeling is happy, so I told my mom that I would drop by to Genevieve Gozum shop only to buy a belt but sometimes I have this so-called impulsiveness especially when it comes to clothes and cute things...Hmmm...here I am again. But I couldn't let this one shirt down and leaving the shop without it in my hand. I love buying things when I know it is only one piece and no one will have it, because I don't like wearing the same clothe and same color as same as the other. I don't like the "IN STYLE" fashion when everyone you saw is wearing the same like a uniform. I like to be different in everything I wear with everything I have. 

2 shirts (soft pink with glitters and a black one, but the black one is not mine I'm gonna give it to someone close to my heart --mom) and 1 orange belt.

The shirt is so cute, its glittery and it has a small stone under the heart. The camera of my mobile didn't capture the details of this shirt that I want you to see but failed not.

Isn't glorious to see like this? Its splendid.

But before we leave, my mom treats me to McDonalds for a quick bite, because it's late afternoon and we need to go back home (as we need to fix something as soon as we reach home). As we pass by in C5 Paranaque, I'm lucky enough to see the golden sun setting down, so I grab my mobile and took a shot.

Wisdom is the sunlight of the soul. - German Proverb

» »♫ sunlight, nina ♫« «

It only takes 1 hour and 43 minutes to smile again

Turf: in front of lappy
Dash: watching Rafael Nadal final match


After blues and bumps of unwanted feelings that you encounter in an invited moments of your solitude in the soonest time it come to you, it is also in the soonest time it will fade away unexpectedly.

I am in search of getting over the minutes of blows which I encountered surprisingly and I don't want to welcome these visitors called "blues" knowing it will bring bad day, bad thoughts, wrinkled face, uneasy feeling etc., Though, as much as possible relying on the FB community to resolve these bouts in your life is isn't normal but somehow you can find a bit of comfort and forget all about it. Browsing the wall posted by my friends on FB I saw the final match of Rafael Nadal in Barcelona and in just 1 hour left it will soon start.

Like all the dark cloud envelopes you at that moment suddenly cleared up and thousands of twinkling stars appeared in front of you to cheer you up.

After long 6 months of rest and recuperation of Rafael Nadal he is finally back in shape, after his comeback he already won 4 different titles and from his no. 1 rank down to no. 4 now in a few months back in the game he ranks to no. 2 he is only 1 step away to the ladder of no. 1 rank title in the tennis world. Rafael Nadal once again proves to the world he is still the same "The King of Clay" by winning the final for his 8th Barcelona title. Its a no surprise to everyone since Rafa knows how he really works hard, how discipline he was when it comes to tennis.

The time has come and connection become the challenge it always connection failed, open link after another, then after another, until decided to refresh the page and a few new link connections appeared, I guess this is what you called "fate". Voila! The links connected and the live streaming starts it almost past an hour before I able to watch the game Rafa's has almost soaked in sweat and the score gives me a twinkling eye its 6-4 1-0 Rafa leads.  Live streaming is freezing almost every second but it doesn't matter anymore, what matter is watching the final that creates another history in the name of Rafa. My heart is throbbing doubled though I only watched it on the flat screen of my laptop, but the feeling is like I'm seated in the bleacher with thousands of people shouting aloud around me. This is intense. The tensions are getting deeper as I've watched his opponent Almagro is also a very competent player to win. I tried not to focus on his opponent rather I focus myself and my thoughts only to Rafa that he is going to win this match (he must for the record sake of his comeback). And yes, he did in 1 hour and 43 minutes Rafa win the match I clap and almost cried in happiness as he lifted his arm as a sign of victory. In almost 2 hours all the unwanted feelings has been subsided and thanks GOD everything has been back to normal.

Like Rafa I believe that we need time to rest and recuperate and find the solution on how to build ourselves again for our own sake and for the others.

The secret of many a man's success in the world resides in his insight into the moods of men and his tact in dealing with them. - J.G. Holland

» »♫ beautiful sunday, daniel boone ♫« «

Lost in space

Turf: laundry room
Dash: doing laundry



There are times when you want to have a super power like those superheroes who can time travel or just transport yourself to a place where you want to be just for a little while and erase the inevitable moments that you bump. And totally immerse yourself in a beautiful place where it will become your paradise even just for the time being. If only, the feeling can be just one candy away, or just one melted ice cream and poop it is all in place.

If only....

Feelings are hard to express, especially those innate one -- knowing the one involved is close to your heart but let's say everyone encounters this kind of bumps and nevertheless, a feeling of guilt, left a question mark on you. This one question mark leaves a trace and you trail in it to find the answer and resolve it. Because this gives you uneasy feeling and you object it. Yes, you object it to the very core of your being, because you love that person. So, you choose to be powerless, meek, and more understanding even though you merely understand the situation happen to both of you.

A feeling that form a question mark which lead you to know more about yourself, your love ones, and give you the push to be a better person everyday, so you can give more of you without even asking in return for it.

The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it. -- Seneca (7 B.C. - 65 A.D.)

» »♫ midnight blue, electric light orchestra ♫« «

This saves my day

Turf: in my favorite spot
Dash: googling



This is just a quick post. I don't know how to give it an opening? I guess, so many have known Jessica Zafra she is a Filipino writer, and she is one of the great writers (for me) in the country. I've started to read her column in the Woman's Today Magazine when I was still in my primary until her last written column and I could say is "I love all her column" her writing style is superb, you're like seeing the reality while reading it. She is too awesome, she is one of my inspiration while growing up, I want to become a great writer like her, but it comes out that I never get near even to her toenails (you know what I mean?). I have never been as good as she is when it comes to writing ability, but I'm trying. Up to now I'm trying (trying all my best, squeezing all the neurons in my brain that could possibly help improve my writings. I guess, the only good thing to me is I never give up, and I accept the fact that the room for my improvement is still so big.

So that's it, it is almost past 1am when her name suddenly incurred in my mind and I want to google her online site jessicarulestheuniverse but what I typed in the Google search is "Womenagerie", why on earth? while on my mind is on her personal site and another blog site appeared where I read that she come out a book titled 'Womenagerie and Other Tales from the Front' Part 1 and there is Part 2 of it, isn't an awesome surprise for me? While, recollecting the past about her column in Woman's Today and has a slight of this regretful feeling why I thrown out all my The Woman's Today collection magazine then, and without even thinking of saving the copy of her column before I trash it out in the bin. So that, I could ever re-read it a thousand times anytime I wanted to. Anyway enough, of this raving. Finding out that there is a book compilation of her Womenagerie column this saves my day from raving.. And I got a new assignment for myself which is to have a stash of that book from National Bookstore (crossing my finger that NB has the stocks). I really want to have that book, no matter how much sweat will come out of me I'm going to really have that book soon on my hand. Can't wait.

This is all for today, I still have more to share with you I've been thinking to make a travelogue of my humps and bumps in Dubai. Happy weekend.

Wait, there is another site that I want to share with you this is a group I guess teenager writer's whose selling their books online and it seems pretty good to read too and bet you they selling it it for a low price and no shipping fee. If you are a book lover like me and a bit interested for a new new blood writer just visits their sites here.

When simple things makes you extremely happy...'

Turf: in one corner
Dash: cleaning up my closet





The other day a jumbo box of package from my brother in Dubai came, it wasn't a surprise since my mother was expecting it a month ago. Yes, it's a package just for my mother, so I wasn't expecting too that all my things that I've left in Dubai was sent along with it, it is not because I am not going back to Dubai, simply because I knew no matter how long I stayed there, it wasn't become my real home.

One of the things that makes me extremely happy is...

Yes, meet my love Boogie, he has a red, soft, and shiny fur and his nose is a bit distorted (hehehe) and he has a very short tail --still, I loved him. Yesterday evening I had a sound sleep when he is on the top of my chest. He looks a bit sad, and I guess he is whining because I left him in Dubai for so long.

Well, I'm a bit sad too because my first love "BUZZ" is missing. I wonder how he has been taking care of. I knew this post should talk about extreme happiness, but can't contain the little sadness that pinching in to the fact that there is a missing piece in between.

When you are tired and  so so sleepy but peanut butter and buns break the ice and it's so perfect in the taste, The mix of salt and sweet is just balance and it just so wonderful! (I love this American Garden Peanut Butter). When the sound of silence is a beat deafening and the beads of sweat is made the day dull then it brings back the smile on my face--peanut butter and buns made it so.

So, this is how I wrap up these past few days since my last post.

» »♫ sweet baby, george duke ♫« «

She needs Ken in her Barbie's world

Turf: in my favorite place
Dash: sipping a cup coffee


What on earth I wrote about this? The first day I had my barbie was like all my dream came true for a little girl like me that's the biggest thing. So, I am lucky to have my fairy sister who granted my little wish. Barbie is so lovely, sexy and adorable, but she seems not so happy being alone. What she needs? What lurks in her beautiful world?

I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world. Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

Every woman needs a man, a man that would add spice to the life of her dull world. Being single is not a mistake, it doesn't mean you're alone, it doesn't mean you're unhappy but there is also a saying that every soul has its soul mate or for every person has an intended partner for you. It's been a long time since barbie doesn't have ken in her life. Her love life is like her barbie clothes so colorful, lively, full of passion, she doesn't even care about the world, she lives full of love, happiness, and in excitement almost every day. Her plans whatsoever quash, but she never intended to, she is somehow veered in other direction for a little while, but she never guest that she stayed in not so particular place for too long. And the beautiful lovely world of Barbie has been sort of become colorless, like in a snap the rain pour out and washed away everything. Barbie didn't cry over spilled milk she is a strong woman, brave enough to face adversity over her life, she knew when to fight and when to surrender. She surrender to the reality that this is life, everything has ups and downs this is the situation which she is not in control of. The soonest she is accustomed to it her active life become laid back, uninteresting, a sort of blank in so many ways.

She continued her life in the path which is she is not belong to, she let her life this ways--colorless. No fuss. Still planning but not moving, she is staying on the axis where she stops. Her heart also stops beating for someone, no intention to get involved, she thought this kind of life is relaxed and not complicated. Not hurtful and yet not too exciting. This is okay. For her life has to move on this way, since she already bore to live this way for a long time without falling for someone.

She creates her own life zone, which is from now on this is where she leads to--she should travel only on this road. But her own life zone is not the perfect destination to travel it is rough, full of wilderness, quiet, so dark, and lifeless. Somehow she realized this is not the life zone she wanted to travel all along, a one with a  total different persona is not her. When she looks in the mirror she doesn't even recognize the person in the mirror, it's a total stranger to her--unhappy and unwanted. "This is not me!" as she shouted frightened to the girl in the mirror, but the girl in the mirror replied to her and said, "Yes, that it's you, haven't you forgotten it's been a long time since you lock up that pretty girl in this four corners of the wall?" "you haven't had a slightest idea how lonely the girl was, how she wanted to go out and see the world again" she takes a back and sank herself on the couch, was it me? Really? After a long pause she knew how Barbie sad was without the love in her heart, and not being cared about is monotonous. Now, she knew she also need Ken in her life. 

Oh, I love you Ken!

Being deeply love by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -- Lao Tzu

» »♫ after the love has gone, earth wind and fire ♫« «

Shadowing the life of the Iron Woman

I feel like an old rusty automobile motor that needs an overhaul, a new fuel to zest it up that work like a brand new car. For sometimes my life is like a slow moving vehicle there is so many humps and bumps that you cannot avoid but to successfully run over it, so you won't get deep wounds or bruises. For the past 3 years was seems to me like 3 decades, life changing is extent of 360 degrees. It's huge. A big leap that I am not simply aware that it happen, definitely happen. Now, that I'm fully aware of it, my reaction was simply shaking my head that I even allow this thing to happen in my life. That I even allow to rust the strong iron woman. Yes, that's how I refer myself to, but I am not since I simply made of costly crystals that needs a super-gentle-hands that would really take care of it for a slightest mistake it would be broken. For 3 years my life has become unproductive which is incontestably not me. I'm a person who cannot just sit down and be like a machine that do not function. I like to move around, as much as possible the work is simply challenging that I can fully use my wit. As I referred to; I use to read a lot be it magazine, books, dictionary etc., as long as its informative and meaty, now it seems that all of them are become unusable tools, I use to write poetry, short story, and journals, now I don't even have the slightest idea, nor edge to write so, I love to draw and sketch, arts is simply like a peanut butter to my bread, music is also one of my hidden passion I love to sing and played the guitar, when a time like my day is feeling blue I get my guitar and played it simply took my blues away, and my day turn into rainbows.

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I am not ranting but simply assessing the life I had for the past 3 years that I've been inside in these four corners of our house. It wasn't simply, not even have the slightest idea that I would be a couch potato queen and wasted those precious times of my life for simply doing nothing. I don't even know what had happened then one day the automobile motor just simply stop and does not work.


I had to get back this automobile motor to be in shape, to be in his mighty look again like before, full of agility, excitement, strong-willed, braver than before, an iron woman. Yes, I want to see this iron woman again, to appear in front of me armored and ready to battle for the future ahead.

» »♫ someday, nina ♫« «

"teardrop on the cheek of time..."

Turf: on the hot nest
Dash: watching pinoynovela



I was in high school when my teacher in Asian History told us about the beautiful and charming Taj Mahal not only because it's one of the eight wonders of the world that makes me wonder about it and desire to visit it personally, but what caught my attention is the underyling love story behind it (Shah Jahan's grief illustrate the love story traditionally held as an inspiration for Taj Mahal). His 3rd wife Mumtaz Mahal died during giving birth to their 14th child.

a: the photo is from lifestyleasia magazine travel column (the one I'm reading right now) and inset is the cute little hands of my nephew playing around with the magazine while I'm taking a shot at it.

My Asian History teacher though she's so old but she is so wonderful in illustrating about the Taj Mahal that makes you glued and listen carefully on how this Mughal architecture of India built beautifully. As she is telling the story it seems that you go back in time and see through your eyes how majestic the mansion is where Shah Jahan's loving wife's body is lying in. Shah Jahan also describes the Taj in these words.

Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made;
To display there the creator's glory.

For how this mansion describes by Shah Jahan, these rich words are flowing from his heart and not from his mind that can truly touch someone's heart. So, Rabindranath Tagore described it as "teardrop on the cheek of time" and Sir Edward Arnold described it as "the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stone." Rudyard Kipling called it "embodiment of all things pure" while Emperor Shah Jahan said it made "the sun and moon shed tears from their eyes."

» »♫ goddess, unique ♫« «

Reliving the good ol' hobbies

Turf: in my realm
Dash: playing and reading


I knew it was past months when I last posted in this blog, though I daily checks this blog my mind has been surfing to different directions so many things that has been caught my attention that I couldn't focus on what to write in this virtual haven of mine.

a. lifestyleasia magazine is a very informative magazine be it good food, fashion, beautiful places, travel advisory, true story of life success etc., you can have it all
b. yes, its the virtual puzzle I love playing - still I enjoyed it

The other day I vowed my self to lessen my internet addiction (I surf too much getting myself lured into the world of techie things) one so, I can start giving my attention to my neglected books and magazine that bought long time ago and  just laid down helplessly in one nook of the table waiting for my precious time to throw at them. Secondly, who doesn't love jigsaw puzzle I guess all the kids in the world love it, specially during my grown up time where gadgets are not out of the box. I grew up playing in the streets with my friends Tumbang Preso, Taguan, Piko, Chinese garter are one of the most favorite games I played with my childhood friends, I could say that I had the time of my life during my kids day, I would say pity for the kids' who doesn't know these games and just grew up playing games on mobile phone and other gadgets. I love jigsaw puzzle games it does stimulate the brain, it gives you focus and for me it lessens the stress in a day's work.

Oh, I forgot I started posting in twitter again, sometimes in this busy world we need a time to pause, a total silence so we can start focusing in the reality of what we really are and the true meaning of life.

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Changing New Blogskin

The other day I got stuck up changing my blog skins which I get it from here you can choose different kind of blogskins which is according to your personal taste and which is personally made by such gracious individual who shared there works on blogskins site. You just need a little knowledge in the HTML to edit a few and put your personal profile in it. It took me a day to finish it, because my browser is having a problem it is too slow, plus I need to do a little tweaks on my laptop to make my internet a little bit faster than the usual.

Old blogskin

My old blogskin is just simple and a bit classy, I like it! The only flaws of it is the letter its just too small that I even had a hard time reading. By the way, when you use the ready-made blogskin don't remove the credit or the name of the creator on that way it maintain respect for those who spend their sweat and time making it for us to easily use and make our blog more attracting and cute.

The new layout I chose is more of a child look it's cute and plus the artistry of the picture is one of the main reason I choose it, I love arts and if you can see the detail of the drawing it's very cute and very colorful. It's very me, it's like letting out the child in me. I hope this one will take time until I change it, because I had this habit of changing layout every time I saw a new cute one.

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”
― Pablo Picasso 

A Writers Block or Just to Lazy to Write?

It's been a long vacation on my blog since my last post from 2012 and its already 2013, in which I promised I will do a post regularly but again I failed to do so. I guess, I had this so-called "writers' block" and had a feeling that I don't have interesting thing to post and share in my virtual haven, even though I had (kinda confusing right?).

It's 1:46am and I'm still wide awake downloading apps for my mobile and its eating my entire 3 hours without noticing it is almost past midnight and early morning, and now my hands is on this keyboard writing a blog.

A few days ago I had found a website where I can download and read classic books online here, now I have few downloaded books and still not started reading a bit yet. Hope, I can do so, I have this a little bit problem when I started opening my laptop so many things I want to do on the internet once I open it, first is to open my FB account, browse my public wall, click likes of friends post, write a few status messages, read a few status of other post, and lastly play all my favorite FB games (The Ville, ChefVille, Farmandia, Megapolis, Farmville 2, 8 Ball Billiard) actually my times are mostly wasted on games since FB games is took minutes of minutes before it will open and you can play. Next thing I know reading e-books is already left behind again.

Good time management is what I really, really need to sort everything out that I need to do in a day, 'cause I thought so many plans to do but when I started sitting in front of my laptop everything was out of line. And when the time its getting late that's when the time I remember to do this and that, I'm almost low bat to do it my Mañana Habit principles applies right away.

But then I had few good things that I could tell about me which is I didn't give up on a thing that I really, really wanted to know, so I search diligently until I found the answer, I don't complain on a manner when I know its justifiable. I always tried to understand things that goes around and comes around my way.

Anyway, I'm just hopeful for a bright 2013 ahead of us, more plans that can fulfill in the future, and hope everyone of us will enjoy every day that pass by.

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” ― Saul Bellow