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 ♫« «