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.

» »♫ learning the ways of love, peabo bryson ♫« «