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 ♫« «