who should be blamed?

Who should be blamed when a leaf falls from a tree? Is it the wind that blew it away? Or is the tree that didn't hold on tightly? Or is it the leaf that let itself be blown away?

blog awards

I am the lucky recipient of two blog awards whichwere supposed to stand on my sidebar. Unfortunately, blogger won't let me or I'm really that technobobo (slang in my language for someone not tech savvy.) So to show them off for now, here are my blog awards.

This one is given to me by Rachel of Soulful Thoughts. She is such a sweetie and to be considered by her as someone who makes her smile is such an honor. Thanks girl!


This one is given by a complete stranger, which makes it even more precious I believe. Thank you for putting a smile in my face Dixie chick.

share my umbrella

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forev

Said I'll always be a frien

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

Who's umbrella can you stand under when it's raining heavily? Me, I'm pretty lucky that I've always found people who's umbrella they are more than willing to share with me even before I ask them. In every chapter of my life, there are people like that. I wish its the same for you. After all, nothing is worse than having to drown in a storm right?

love means never having to say you're sorry

"SORRY?"

I just read Erich Segal's book called A Love Story. It made me ponder. They never said sorry to each other no matter how ruthless their fights were and no matter how unreasonable they were to each other. I cannot fathom it. I don't understand why they are that way.

See, I am a firm believer that saying sorry is important. When you hurt someone, apologize. When you hurt the one you love, it is very important to say sorry. Reading this book is making me think now. Is it really important to say sorry or have I been living a "perception" that sorry is important?

What do you think?

bee stings

If a bee stings you, would you still help it if it meant that it would live 100 more years? Most of you would probably say no. I would understand. A bee sting would hurt like crazy and no one wants to suffer pain when one can avoid it.

Think about this though. Why then do we still care for the people we love eventhough they hurt us with their words or actions? Why then do we still love these people? Why then do we put up with their silliness and make excuses for their thoughtlessness? It is simply because it is in our nature to love them, to care for them, and to understand them.

Just as much as it is in the nature of the bee to sting, it is in our nature to still hold out our hand and let these bees sting us. We can't help it. We are what we are. We let our hearts bleed until it bleeds no more.

So, how many bees have stung you and are you still letting them sting you?

so I'm 27 now ....

So these are the roses that the SO gave me. It was such a sweet surprise since he rarely gives me roses. 3rd in the 3 years we've been together. Ü




Above are the cakes, the basket I stole from a friend (lol) and the carousel my former team gave me. I love them all since they represent something in my life and what I hope my 27th year will turn out to be. Sweet, creative, and a whimsical adventure of dreams to come true. Ü

So that's how my birthday went. When's your birthday?

what is a trashcan to you?

To a toddler, a trashcan is just something that holds his ugly toys. To a gradeschooler, a trashcan is just someting that contains his failed exams. To a high school kid, it contains letter of a former love. To a street kid, whatever the trashcan contains, so goes life.

We take things that we have around us for granted but we must stop to think that for some people, what we consider trash is a treasure to them. It is what they need to survive. It is what makes their life easier.

What do you have that is trash but could be something else to someone?

to celebrate or not to celebrate?

My birthday is coming up in two days. Normally, I'd be all excited and gungho and be thinking of what cake I should get, what gifts I would receive, and what have you. Maybe its because I'm getting older or maybe I've just become too jaded but I'm just not into it this year. Maybe its because of the many problems I've gone through in the last few months or I've finally let go of that child in me who still celebrates birthdays.

I just don't know. What I just wanted before was to have a small celebration with family and friends. Someone who will give me a balloon bouquet, someone who will bring me cake, someone who will give me simple gifts, and someone who will prepare all of this without me being involved. Is that too much to ask? =p

So you out there, why don't you grab a slice of cake and tell me about your best birthday ever.

dream a lil dream

When I was a kid, I dreamt of becoming a flight attendant. I wanted to wear that cute lil outfit and fly from continent to continent for free. Then I realized that they were glorified helpers in a plane and decided that I'd rather be on the other end of the table.

I dreamt of becoming an executive secretary next. I know. Pretty weird for someone who was boyish and who could outpunch anyone in grade school. I wanted to be with the boss when there are dinnner meetings and look all fancy in a smashing outfit. Then I realized that I'd rather be the boss.

Next on my list of dreams was to be chef. I wanted to whip up fancy meals and served them to oohh's and aahhh's of people. I even dipped my hand at baking and was a bit successful at it. Then I realized that I really didn't have a signature dish and nothing I cook sets apart what I make from that of everyone else. Yes it was good but it was not mindblowing.

Then I wanted to be a reporter. You know, the one who's all poised and all that even with people killing each other behind her back. I wanted to report things as they were happening. Then Edsa 3 happened and my Mom saw these reporters with head wounds from the commotion. Poof! There goes my dream.

Lastly, I wanted to be a lawyer. Yes, a crimila lawyer and though I did pass the entrance test to take Pre-Law, my family was just too winded up and paranoid to let me. They had pictures of my car blwoing up soon as I get in. Tsk tsk.

So now, where am I? I work for the BPO of one of the largest banks in the world, handling all the complaints of our customers. Am I happy? I'm grateful for the fact that I have a job but to say that I am in love with what I do would be an overstatement. I'm grateful. Let's leave it at that.

What were your dreams?

stay in the room

I just saw an Oprah Primetime episode discussing a short film called Room 10. In the show, they showed a clip where an old man was speaking to a nurse. He was holding his wife's hand who was in a coma and he said to the nurse that he was happy that he was the one holding her hand after all these years.

The nurse then replies, you were lucky. He answers "Luck is the excuse of a lazy man who doesn't want to work. Luck has nothing to do with it. It's hard work. You get tired. tired of seeing the same person cross the room, tired of the same old stories, tired of the same fights." And she replies, "so there really is no secret?" He answers, "Yes there is. Stay in the room."

It seems so simple right? Stay in the room, don't leave, hold on, stay strong. Why is it then the hardest thing to do? Why do we immeidately head for the door when the going gets tough? Why do we hurt the one person we need to love the most? Why is it so hard to stay in the room?

be my reason to dream

Has anyone ever told you that? How would you feel? How did it make you feel? Did you feel good about it or did it put a lot of pressure on you? Did it make you happy or sad because you did not want to be that person's reason for dreaming?

Modesty aside, I've been told this a lot of times in my past. Always, when I hear these words, I feel a lil tingle inside because it is such a romantic thing to hear and it makes me feel that I have touched a life or two. Sadly, when I part ways with the person, I then feel bad because oftentimes, that person will start letting go of their dreams.

On the other hand, I have yet to meet someone who has been able to make me say these words. I don't know. I've always dreamt for myself and now for my son. My son is my own so he kind of doesn't count. I think it's but natural that you dream for your son.

What about you? Have you met someone who was able to make you say, "you're my reason for dreaming?"

reasons and season

There are some people in your life that would pass by, making you think that they will be there forever. There ar some people who pass by and stay, making you wish they won't be there forever. Whatever the reason is, I firmly believe that each person who passes by in your life has something to teach you, something to tell you, and something to share with you. It may be something good, it may be something heartbreaking; or it may be something insignificant but always, there will be something you will get from that person.

I often wonder why there were people in my life whom I wanted to keep and whom I thought would be a friend forever but soon, much too soon, they leave. Oftentimes, I feel heartbroken when they do and I convince myself to not let myself be hurt by someone, only to find myself being friends with someone new. I just pray that if this new person is someone I wanna keep, fate will let me.

Have you ever had that one person you wonder about from time to time? You know, that one person you think of someone who could have been a lifelong friend but as easily as they ease into your life, they were gone just as quick? Tell me your story.

Scrapbook Materials

Got some new ones that were dirt cheap ... Php15 only .... beat that!



And I also got some cloth materials that are just so nice ... I think I'm gonna use them as belts or scarves ...
Really lovely colors no? And the fabric are just so rich ...

got to believe in magic

Have you ever wondered what makes two complete strangers fall in love with each other? What is it aout that other person that made him stand out from the rest? Why did you choose that person to be the one in your life? Was it the way he looked at you; the way he smelled; the way his eyes lit up? Was it a line he said? A funny moment perhaps? Or was it that time you fell from the stairs and he rushed over to help you out, all worried that you may have hurt yourself? Could it be that he hates the way your consume coffee and yet he buys one because he knows it would make you smile?

Whatever it may be, I hope you will remember what it was that made you fall in love. If you have time, maybe you can even share it with me.

Who are you?

So tell me, who are you? What makes you tick? What makes you laugh? what makes you smile? I'm curious to know who my readers are (the very few but loyal.) Consider it a birthday gift since my birthday is quite near.

Grab a hot cup of coffee, tea, or chocolate and tell me, who are you?