3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge: Maintaining Friendship

three day 3 quotes

“Making a friend and maintaining a friendship are two different things.”

Aside from books and music and WordPress my life’s greatest joys are my friends.

I have a lot of them, from different chapters of my life. I have my churchmates who’ve been there since my toddler years. I have some selected friends whom I’ve shared my innocent days with. Yes, that was in high school. I have friends from my two previous companies, too!

Finally, and maybe the most special among all of my friends, are my soul mates/friends who I met when I was in college.

(L-R) Ericka, Me, My little sister Nicole and Rica

Why I’ve collected a bunch of set of friends? I’d say it’s not because I am good in making friends. It’s because I’m good in maintaining friendships. 

Friendship, like any other relationships, requires time and effort. You cannot say you’re friends with someone you do not care about. You cannot say you’re friends with someone you do not bother to ask how they are. Friendship just doesn’t work like that.

It’s the same with establishing friendships in the blogosphere. You can’t say you’re friends just because you followed him/her. You should make your presence felt, and your absence noticed.

Take time to read. Take time to comment. Because you’ll get that in return as friendship in the online world is just like friendship in the physical world. It’s a two-way street. 

I can’t say I’ve been such a great blogger-friend. Sometimes, work and life happen and I’m too busy to read and comment. But I am glad to have some blogger-friends who’ve been consistently supportive of  A Reading Writer.

(Shout-outs to Melinda, Petitewise, MandiKatArpitaclcouch123Kathy, ranu802Fun SimplicityHeena Rathore P.AnniejustmarialeannenzGradmama2011fiddlerblueIndiraIshmaImrozThistles and Whistlesimpossiblebebong  and Anand)

Of course, this list includes my dearest Edwina and Jacq who tagged me with this challenge. ❤

Your words serve as fire that kept my writer-self burning. 🙂 I’ll be littering on your awesome blogs from time to time!

May we all remember this quote: “Making a friend and maintaining a friendship are two different things.” Both in our offline and online lives.

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Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 by Melinda Kucsera: A Reblog

Sunset (c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

NOTE: Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 was ORIGINALLY written by MELINDA KUCSERA and originally posted in her blog In Media Res last November 17, 2015. All copyright belongs to her.


You’re beautiful; yes you reading these words.
No matter your race or creed or color,
or whether you bend your gender, these words
are meant for you. For I see your splendor,
reaching out bright hands towards the whole world.
It stuns me that so much beauty contains
all that you are without overflowing.
Young, old or in between, these words pertain
to you and me and all the world flowing
by can’t deny the beauty of your soul.
Not when its shining like a second sun.
To you I extend my hand, through the whole
world let me walk with you and share your sun.
Our journey’s just begun my friend, your words
sparkle in your eyes, they’re secrets untold…


~ ~ ~


You hold my hand and we walk into dreams
your heart spun, whispering words that weave realms
of fantasy to revel in it seams.
If monsters threaten, don’t you fear, my helm,
my sword and shield stand ready to defend.
You lead and I follow, skipping lightly
down the path to the unknown, let me mend
all that keeps your light from shining brightly
when you’re in the  real world. Don’t shut away
your light; what permeates let radiate
out to the world. Don’t you dim it, okay?
For all the world needs you to innovate.
I squeeze  your hand; the dream turns to waking.
You’re beautiful, though your head’s still shaking…


~ ~ ~

Dedicated to all of you.


I joined Writing 101 for the second time this month and sadly, I was not as active as I was during my first stint.

Nonetheless, I was still able to meet awesome writers that write pieces I completely adore.

One of the best, for me, is Melinda. I admire her gift with words and her commendable skills in poetry. But most importantly, she writes with her heart.

For me, Beautiful – Writing 101 #13 is the best proof for that.


In response to Writing 101:

Day 19: Feature a guest

Today is the day to publish your collaboration post! Ideally, you reached out to a candidate and gathered what you needed. Today, publish this post, and don’t forget to link back to your collaborator’s site.


Mirror: Vignettes for Writing 101

I’m an audience for decades now and no one knows I’m watching.


“Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself.

Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe.

“Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.”



“You’re such a beautiful lass,” I giddily tell myself as I stand in front of my antique mirror.

I’m finding it hard to apply my eyeliner. Argh! Why can’t I control my nerves?

Yep. I’m too excited, for him to see me.



Blood. My toe is surely bleeding now.

I tried to go out quick and get a bandage.

I am almost near across the mirror, when I heard loud footsteps. They’re coming.



One hour. That’s how long, or maybe how short, our first date was.

I can’t remember the details but it was great! Because I invited him here at my room!

As I sneak a look at his handsome face reflected in my mirror, I know my decision is right.



I tried to be as small as I can be. I tried to stop any noise from me, even my own ragged breathing.

But I can hear the soldiers’ voices, in foreign language, go louder as they come near me.

I want to take a peek at the mirror again. But I stopped myself.



I know it’s too late now to be such a conservative lady.

It’s already 2015, so it’s no big deal. This is love at first sight, indeed.

How did I know? Well, he just wrote ‘I love you’ in my mirror!



I almost jumped when someone grabbed me.

Now he’s dragging me towards my bed as his two comrades cheer him up.

I screamed, to no avail.

I look at myself in the mirror, as he lay me down on my own bed.

I am seeing myself, for the last time.



I know I almost planned for this but I am still somehow surprised when he started kissing me.

His lips are now invading mine, I like it at first but… I’m feeling a bit uneasy now.

I tried to push him away as he tries to lay me down.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said as I try to stop him. “No!” he shouted.

My eyes went wide, as through my mirror I see him pull out a pocket knife.


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In response to Writing 101:

Day 18: Compose a series of anecdotes

Today, tell a story through a series of anecdotes (also called vignettes): short, episodic scenes or moments that together read as variations on the same theme. They can each be as short or long as you see fit — they don’t have to be the same length — but they need a common feature to tie them together, whether it’s a repeated phrase, a similar setting, a literary device, or the appearance of the same person.




We can achieve peace, one person at a time.



“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil
is for good men to do nothing.”
Edmund Burke

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We are normal, everyday hard-working people with a common hobby, blogging. We hail from far and wide. We reside in different lands, on different continents. We speak different languages, eat different foods, and are of varying ages, professions, and religious and cultural backgrounds.

We do have one thing in common…

We believe that terrorist attacks, wherever they may be perpetrated; whether in France, Tunisia, Canada, Iraq, or in Denmark, Turkey, UK, Algeria, Yemen, USA, Lebanon, or in the skies over Egypt, or in India, Saudi Arabia, Australia, Afghanistan, Nigeria, Kuwait, Libya, Bangladesh, Syria, or…

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Writing 101: First Prayer

A chain smoker. A decade-long drug addict. An abusive and unfaithful husband. An irresponsible father.

Yep. That’s me.

It is surely surprising for you to see me here. Seating in the middle of your holy house.

Honestly, I never planned to go to you. I have never went to you, in fact. Maybe the first and the last time that I stepped into your sacred home was when I was christened. And then just a day after that you killed my mom. Then my abusive and irresponsible dad, well, like father like son, left me too.

That’s how unfair you have been to me!

I learned to steal food to survive, even when I’m just three. I have evolved to a full-blown criminal with gangs as the family that you never let me have. I never get married, I have loved one woman only, but that doesn’t mean I was a good partner.

You cannot blame me, though. Because you’ve been unfair to me. Until now… you’re unfair to me.

So why the hell am I here?

For my lovely Nicole, the only person that loved me despite of my dark side.

For the first time and for the last time, I am begging you to please let Nicole live.

I will not blame you, though I really badly want to curse you because you’ve been unfair to me! But for the sake of my five-year-old grand daughter, I am down on bended knees, please let her live.

She is the reason why my daughter let me live with them. She is the reason why her mom accepted me. It’s because of her, why I am now with my family after so many years.

She’s the only person who talks to me. She’s the only kid who considers me as a family. Her smiles are like sun rays. Her laughters are like chimes from heaven. She is my joy, she is my light.

And… she’s so young.

You can take me, because my life has been wasted ever since. So come on! Take me!

But please… oh Lord… let my grand daughter live.


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Photo credit: Stefan Kunze

In response to Writing 101:

Day 15: Take a cue from your readers

Remember the contact form or poll that you set up earlier to collect suggestions from your readers? Write today’s post based on one of these ideas. Be sure to mention the person who gave you this idea, and link back to their blog. (Don’t worry about giving credit if your idea came from an anonymous poll.)


Thank you to those blogger who voted for SHORT FICTION.


Quite Like You: A Song-based Fiction

Make-up, done. White dress, check. I’m ready.

“Bye mom! Bye Dad!” I said as I went out of our house.

I checked my phone for his message. None, yet.

Suddenly, a black BMW stopped in front of me. Out came three muscular men, rushing, dressed in rugged black shirts, covered with black shades.

“Don’t scream,” the man with a gun whispered.

I’m too stunned to react.

My eyes were covered, my arms were tied, before they pushed me inside the car.

The silence is piercing. I want to shout, I want to fight, but I know it will be useless.

My mind’s rushing, my heart’s beating fast. Afraid. Confused. I tried to be calm but my tensed brain cells can’t.

I am on the verge of tears when the car finally screeched to a stop.

“Let’s go,” a man’s voice said softly but with authority.

I followed. Holding my arm, the man lead me to a concrete stair.

I climbed up. First, second, third until the ninth step.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I felt weak. I felt defeated.

“Walk,” he whispered.

Step, and then another, and then another.

“Stop!” he shouted.

I remained still, as I felt my knees getting weak. I was about to fall when someone pulled me up. “Stand up, and walk,” he commanded while he removed the ropes in my wrists and the black cloth that covers my eyes.

My eyes, now with tears so close, adjusted slowly to the almost unlit place.

I bowed down, and saw the words.

Words on the black carpet, written with white lights.


I think I want you more than want

And know I need you more than need

I wanna hold you more than hold

When you stood in front of me


“Insane,” I whispered as I felt goosebumps crawl in me. I almost run out but I can see the shadows of the men who brought me here. Reluctantly, I continue, more words lit up as I do.


I think you know me more than know

And you see me more than see

I could die now more than die

Every time you look at me


My knees are now weak with fear. Only a psychotic stalker can pull this off. That I know for sure. Shaking, I continue walking.


When it’s right it’s more than right

Cause you feel it more than feel

I could take this moment now

Right into the grave with me


It finally hit me. “I knew this song! I knew this!” My steps are now faster, and the letters made of lights are now in full speed, too.


In your eyes oh in your eyes

In our hearts yeah in our hearts

Sometimes words just ain’t enough

For this love that’s more than love


I stopped and steadied myself. Breathe.

I walked with tears, with fast heartbeats, and with unclear mind.


Well I’ve seen you in jeans with no make-up on

And I’ve stood there in awe as your date for the prom


Now it’s clear. I sobbed seconds before I finally hear his voice.


“I’m blessed as a man to have seen you in white

But I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.”


Spotlights were opened, and I saw him.

Candles were lit, and I saw the long black carpet that I walked in.

I heard sobs, they aren’t from me anymore.

More lights were opened and I saw my dad, my mom, my family, and his, too.

I saw our friends, all in tears.

They are all in black, while the flowers that surrounded me are all in white, like me.

“What the hell is this?” I said as I walk towards him.

He just smiled and said… 


No, I’ve never seen anything quite like you tonight.


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Inspired by: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”

Top Ten Tuesday: Top Ten Quotes I Loved From The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom


“You cannot write if you do not read,” the blind man said. “You cannot eat if you do not chew. And you cannot play if you do not”—he grabbed for the boy’s hand—“listen.” Mitch Albom

The Broke and the Bookish Top Ten Tuesday is:

November 17: Top Ten Quotes I Loved From Books I Read In The Past Year Or So

You all know how excited I am to read The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom.

Now that I’ve got a copy and I am two chapters close to wrapping it up, (I intentionally slowed in reading because I just don’t want it to end) I have a lot of wise words that I would love to share with you. (UPDATE: I’m finished! :))

Here are the Top Ten Quotes I Loved From The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom.

Photo by A Reading Writer

Don’t be sorry. You’re alive

What you do not say can haunt you.

That is often why you come to music. To feel that you are not alone.

Time, like music, is indelible.

What is played from the heart can be played anywhere. On anything.

Man searches for courage in drink, but it is not courage he finds, it is fear that he loses.

You cannot change your past, no matter how you craft your future. 

All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

When you listen, you learn. Remember that. In music and in life.

Photo by A Reading Writer.

Everyone joins a band in this life.

Photo by A Reading Writer.

Photo credits: Mitch albom’s Facebook page


It is such a bliss to share these wise words with you.

I hope these quotes touched your hearts as much as they touched mine.

I have shared another quote from this book here: Monday Musings: Why humans kill each other?

You can find more Mitch Albom quotes here: Writing 101: 10 Things I Learned from Mitch Albom

Monday Musings: Why humans kill each other?

Monday Musings

I was savoring my reading-in-bed-time last Saturday when my sister suddenly asked, “What’s with #PrayforParis?”

With today’s social media prevalence, news can now reach anyone at full speed. Gone were the days when you have to wait for snail mails to know that your fourth-generation cousin is getting married. Gone were the days when today’s news will be read tomorrow.

The Internet and the social media paved the way to reel time news with a worldwide reach.

After hearing my sister’s question, my instant reaction was fear. Probably, something bad happened in France because #Prayfor-something hashtag was used for several catastrophic events like when Typhoon Haiyan devastated the Philippines just last year.

The journalism-student in me then made a quick research and voila, I learned the tragic Friday night in Paris.

So today, inspired by the tragic terror attack, here are some wise words that I hope we can ponder this week:

Photo from: Mitch albom’s Facebook page

Quote from: The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom

The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto

The Paris terror attack left more than 130 fatalities and almost 200 injured.

I have no relatives in Paris, Philippines is actually so many miles away from Paris, but why do I care?

Why does my heart bleed for those innocent victims? Most of them are young, like me, with a helluva life ahead of them.

Why does people around the world mourn for the lives lost?

Why does a lot of people posted #PrayforParis?

Why does a lot of social media netizens changed their profile picture with the colors of France’s flag?

It’s simply because we are humans, and a life lost is a big lost itself. How much more if there are hundreds of them, killed, shot and bombed for no good reasons.

Why humans kill each other? I cannot provide an answer because I have more questions than answer.

War, terrorism they are all just beyond my comprehension.

Sadly, humans have been doing that since time immemorial.

When will wars end? How many more lives? 

I want to ask but… I know no one can give an answer.

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Writing 101: Concrete Jungle

Honks. Murmurs. Smokes. Rushed steps.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“This is it,” I said as I try to calm my nerves.

One step, and another, then another.

I can vividly hear my new stilettos’ sound against the solid sidewalk. I can clearly see the busy road.

Everyone’s rushing. Cars, humans and even stray animals, they are all in a rush.

No one’s noticing me. No one’s with me.

Holding back my tears, I continue walking. 

Honks. Murmurs. Smokes. Rushed steps.

“Think about your dad’s old yet beloved car that was sold just to buy your plane ticket. Think about how your mom persistently borrowed money just to buy you clothes for winter. Think about how your five little siblings sobbed as you went inside the airport.”

“Think about your hopes, think about your dreams, think about your plans,” I said as I continue walking.

“Be brave. Be brave.”

Honks. Murmurs. Smokes. Rushed steps.

“This is your American dream, it’s now happening,” I assured myself.

Finally, I reached the building I was looking for.

“Welcome to the concrete jungle,” the guard said.

Surprised, I stepped inside, then looked back to the guard.

Seeing his friendly smile, I sighed.

I just smelled his Filipino blood. 


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In response to Writing 101:

Day 10: Let the scene write itself

So far, we’ve found inspiration from our own experiences, images, words, and more. Today, let’s quietly observe the world around us and write about what we see.

Writing 101: Six-word Rant

When I’m not writing, I’m working.


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In response to Writing 101:

Day 9: Writing and not writing

If you’re not a full-time writer, or if your day is so full of other tasks that you have little time to write, consider these alternative questions: if you could step into a machine that gave you more time, how would you structure your day? What would you write with this extra time?


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