Monday, August 26, 2013

Smell of Fading Summer Breeze
I was at our room this morning praying the rosary. I was in the middle of my meditation when suddenly, a cool  breeze started coming in. Yes, I remember I opened the window this morning when I fixed our bed (I love the view of our neighbor's garden from the window), and now, I'm loving this soft air touching my skin. And I realized summer is somehow saying goodbye to me.
I was enjoying the moment when I heard a lawn mower coming from somewhere. At first I thought it was noisy, but after a while, I smelled a crisp, fresh smell of the grass. It was wonderful. I was thinking and feeling a bit of heaven. I thanked God for giving me the chance to enjoy this day, these little things that we don't usually pay attention to. Little things that make a big difference when noticed.
Yeah, it was the smell of the fading summer breeze. The touch of an air that reminds me of how I spent my long summer days...

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Not so nice Sunday


Oh, how time flies...and it's Sunday again. Last Sunday of my very long holiday from school. Wow! It seems like yesterday when I was so overly excited to embrace the summer break, and now, it is coming to an end. I was actually looking forward to a nice Sunday when I woke up this morning.
But it's almost eleven at night and I feel like I had a not so nice Sunday. The day passed by quietly, empty. Don't know why. Well, maybe some days are better than others...

Thursday, May 30, 2013




RAINY DAY GIRL

It's been raining since yesterday. I kow a lot of people don't like it, but me, I'm a rainy day girl, and I love it when it rains. There's something about it that I just love. I guess every rainy day has a story.




 
 
 
 

GETTING STARTED

I feel like saying a lot lately. And, I'm happy I was able to make this page at last, for myself and for the people I love (specially Joey and Angela, and bespren of course) who are always excited to read anything here. Thanks for liking!! And thanks for being patient, you know how busy I am, specially now with the little one around, I haven't had time sitting here.

You can't see any cover yet as I am... still trying to figure out what to put in here. I'm trying to find a really nice pic. I wanted a picture of a coffee in a rainy day, or an old coffee shop in Ireland, the land I love so much and wanted to travel ( in my dreams).

Talking about nice pictures, I really wanted to have an iphone. Sad. So I can post nice pictures (not of myself) via instagram. I'll have an iphone sooner.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013


FOR EVERY DROP OF RAIN THAT FALLS, A FLOWER GROWS...

I read this beautiful line from a friend's wall, and then, it simply captured my mind. There is so much that this line has to say, and it depends on how it goes into our mind. Since we all think differently, we might be seeing the same thing, but wouldn't be having the same thought at all.
In my older post, I had "Rainy Day Girl". Yes, I love it when it rains. It feels like a blessing pouring from up high. It feels like a wish coming true. It means life. There is just so much about it that keeps me waiting all the time.
So, don't hate it when it rains. It may bring a little discomfort to you, but it will be so kind if you just let it fall. Somewhere, someone needs it in order to grow, to live. And not a drop will be wasted. For every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?



Me and my sister, with little potato girl was walking home from the park one afternoon when we passed by this small garden owned by a family living near the park. The leaves dried, and the grasses fell away. The chairs were no longer arranged the way it should be. It looks like the place was abandoned for quite a long time. Since we could not get down to take a seat on the chair, I just imagined myself sitting there, waiting.
If there is one thing that is not very outspoken about me -- it's about my love for writing, about anything that interests me. And it's been seriously a long time ago since I've written about how I feel. There are a few things in life that I tend to keep quiet about, and sometimes, I just put them into writing.
Going back to this empty chair that we passed by, all of my memories of the past came rushing back. The good things that just faded away. The hurts, the tears, and the people I have met along the way. All of them belong to the past, but were reminded to me by this chair I saw this afternoon. Maybe I and the chair have something in common.... we were left with so much memories.