Book blog

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I have been contemplating on writing a book for a very long time. Right when I was 14 when I started a quick feedback of my storytelling skills and had asked my classmates what they thought of the story I made. I didnt know I just started my first feasibilty study.
I read and researched and well didnt really have the main objective to my book yet. But I have a lot of stories to tell. On this day I almost died last year. The miracle of surviving with just stitches and some scars are my only proof of being under a catastrophe and survived. I will detail that in Chapter 10.
Today is my miracle day. I thank God immensely of giving me another life, to breathe through it with a smile and count every day as a blessed day.
As for my book, I will kee you posted 😉

“Learn to Weep” – Pope Francis

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I was chatting with my best friend and was solicited with advice,  with me feeling tired and melancholy, it hit home. The story goes, It was her birthday when she paid a visit to University of Sto. Thomas, her alma mater, to witness the visit of Pope Francis in the Philippines. She was moved by the whole experience, just by being there.

There was an encounter between Pope Francis and a child where the child asked why God let bad things happen to innocent children. Quoting his response from the heart came “Only when the heart is able to ask the question and weep can we understand something.”

Whenever something bad happens in our lives we seek advise, people who console us until we feel better or found justification to the mortifying feeling we are experiencing. There are tag replies to, say, a loss of a love one, e.g. ‘We are destined to be gone, its just time is the essence.’ For me, when I had lost my loved one, I cried not because they are gone but because I don’t know how to survive without them. I’ll be lost.

Learn how to weep, cry with your heart for after the tears all will be clear.

Ref:

http://ncronline.org/blogs/faith-and-justice/pope-francis-if-you-dont-learn-how-weep-youre-not-good-christian

http://www.angelfire.com/art/mygarden/fairy2.html

Time for the Heart

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The color is red, its everywhere! People bustling going about their joyful tasks. Everyone feels important and have a sense of giving an audacious deed. Love is everywhere, guess what we are having?

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Gong Xi Fa Cai or Gong Hey Fat Choy! Happy Chinese New Year! Got you there didn’t I? I will dedicate a blog for that in the days to come but as for now I would like to give the heart the spotlight.
I mean the heart as the embodiment of love, not as the muscular organ keeping us alive. Going back to my rose colored glasses, where’s dinner going to be? Planning for flowers or nervously waiting for them? Hoping the hints we sent his way gave clear signals. Nevertheless a piece of advise to the expectant she-half, be glad with the greeting then you will be jubilant if there are more. To the not-so-romantic he-half, come on! Hallmark made billions on this day alone, make them one card richer today! Ir flowers, or dinner? Are you the practical one? Well then get a mutual fund, put it in her name and jot down projected interest. There is effort in the plan. Speaking of plan why don’t you get a couple shirt? Affordable, no hassle, unique, what else can you ask for?

And I mean now, there might be time for you yet 🙂 Happy Hearts Day!

#happyhearts #valentines #couplesshirt #love

Visit http://www.fashionistees.com

Picture references:
1) http://www.welcomechinese.com.cn/lunar-new-year-opens-travel-market-2015/
2) http://pictures2015.mobi/valentine-photos/
3) http://theniceidea.com/blog/2009/02/

The Heat of the Fad

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Snow had fallen heavy last night. The heaters are working hard keeping the rooms cozy. You open the window and gasp at the wondrous haven of immaculate serenity, untouched snow blanketing all what your eyes can see.
It is calmer today, more chilly than yesterday. While your breath fogs the window your thoughts drift on how to take advantage of that snow. Grab your wide-angle lens, shoot away? Pull on your reliable snow boots and trample away on the great white and make a snow angel or two? Maybe sit down with a warm coco and laze the day away?
The choices are endless, that is just for the snow. How about your taste? Your life? Your expression? How to silently cast your thoughts away?
Facebook? Twitter? The net? TV? How’s about a shirt? I am going basic, ill be expressing myself today with a shirt. I placed my photo down for you to see. Would you like to express yourself like me? Go to my reference link, they are awesome. Typically like me! Seize your day!

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Check my reference for their link!

 

Reference:

http://www.fashionistees.com/

Kiss her before its too late.

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Typical day in high school, walking home from school, saying good bye to the friends for the weekend, looking forward to sleeping late and waking up late. Reading books and staying on the phone for hours are just typical teenage norms. Knowing that after 2 years I have finished High School, in Asia we finish High School at 16. Then off to University, I even started to dream of having my own car. Mom told me she will buy me one so I could take her to work then I go to school. Ahh, that sounds bliss. My father works overseas and comes home periodically, I never really knew my father as he was always away.

 

After University then maybe a good work in a known company, boyfriend, husband then kids. There is a summary of a teenager growing to an adult life. Shouldn’t it be? We’ll it wasn’t for me. The day that had changed my life forever was on new years day when my mother gave in to cardiac arrest and died at 40. I was 14 and my brother was 11. We were left to a father that we barely know and to our grand parents who are ageing. Then my vicious journey began. My father left overseas after 2 months, he can’t bear the pain. I was too young to comfort my brother, I guess my grand mother and aunts did all the consoling. I cannot remember. I was still trying to get a glimpse of what happened then. I can’t see anything with the tears in my eyes.

I had to fight, and fight I did. I fought the hopeful notion that all was a gag and my mom will walk pass the door anytime. alive. Fought the child in me and grew up from 14 to 40. I had to learn to be an adult the hard way. God was and is with me because I could not see how I would have survived without Him. Every struggle I had, every lost way, I look for my mom and she wasn’t there. She never will be.

 

Before her final arrest, she was awake and was speaking to us, she said to me “You know, I was not taken yet because He knows you and your brother still needs me.” and she smiled but after a few hours she took her last breath. This is still painful to me and it feels like yesterday when I think about it. That is why I don’t. I try to remember the good times but there were so few. I had so many regrets, I should’ve kissed her every night before I go to sleep since I was a child (as if by premonition, I started kissing her at night when I turned 13), I should’ve been a nicer daughter (smart is all I have ever been but never nice) and I should’ve helped her more, I should’ve …, I should’ve…,

Too late, sigh, go ahead, that is all I could do. I changed. This tragedy changed me.

What changed in me since then? I grab every chance I get, to say what I feel, to express what I really want to do and think, to kiss in gratitude and love, to cry and comment specially to the ones I love as I don’t want to have regrets anymore. It took years to get to this stage, decades actually.

I am definitely stronger than I used to be. If given the choice I don’t mind not being this strong as long as I have my mother. This is why my attribution is always with mothers as it is the only way I could pay homage to the person I could’ve kissed and hugged more.

Life it indeed too short, we don’t live that long to experience all what life has to offer, learn from me. Take a look around, see if you are neglecting someone and kiss her/him before its too late.

 

Picture from:

http://cmoh.blogspot.ca/2012/12/night-road.html

A Mother is born

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Tick, tick, tick, tick, time ticking and the moment is growing near for another mother to be born.

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It is normal that we shower attention to all new babies, this blog is for the mothers that gives way to the spotlight for their kids.

My advise before the due date, sleep and rest as much as you can. It is going to be a fun filled adventure. My son’s paediatrician was also a friend and when I asked him when will my life get back to normal (my son was 1 month old then) he answered “Oh in about 19 years, give or take a year.” and then he smiled.

True to the fact, motherhood had changed my world. I didn’t imagine I would still enjoy Disneyland pass my 30’s :). Or be able to make houses out of Lego bricks (remnants of what used to be cars or ships) and be more creative.

Yes, there are sleepless nights, cranky moments and tantrum spells but they all go away and mutates into task arguments, Ipad or TV time and bedtime. The venture continues and so will my blog.

 

For all the babies to be born soon, en guard! A mother will be born with you!