Gratefulness, at its Best

The awesome trip, Christmas parties and the holiday break put my writer-self into sleep! 😀

Because I have been absent for quite a while, I know I have to explain. (facepalm) I have no internet connection at home, that is why I blog at my office. I live in a province, not so far-flung but still far from the city.

Nonetheless, today, I am able to sneak sometime in an internet shop! (HAHA) So here’s a quick update for my 50 Days of Gratefulness!

Day 13 – I am grateful for a safe trip blessed by God’s mighty hands.

Day 14 – I am grateful that I experienced to get my fingernails and toenails done! (Yes, for the first time in 23 years!)

Day 15 – I am grateful for the job that God has blessed me this year. My decision was definitely right.

Day 16 – I am grateful for my two tiny feet, that allows me to literally move forward and climb up and up and up!

Day 17 – I am grateful for my dearest‘s grand gestures during our anniversary. (YES, cheesy at its best!)

Day 18 –  I am grateful for all the coffee that I consumed this year! Cheers to more coffee next year! 😀

Day 19 – I am more than grateful to still have my Tatay and Nanay with me. Their lives are surely my biggest miracle.

Day 20 – I am grateful for the thrilling sand dune experience that I had during our trip! It was surely a blast!

Day 21  – I am grateful for Mitch Albom’s sharing of my posts on is own Facebook. (Ultimate fangirling moment, those are!)

Day 22 – I am grateful to witness a proposal, for the first time! It’s really tear jerking and sweet! (That’s my bestfriend and her man!)

Day 23 – I am grateful for the two strikes that I, miraculously did, when our office joined a bowling tourney!

Day 24 – Today, I am just grateful to blog again! I missed everyone! 😀

P.S. I will catch up on reading your posts, soon! ❤


Proudly, Philippines

The Philippine Flag - Bohol, Bohol

“It looks so great it seems I am not in the Philippines.”

This is how Filipinos, a lot of them, described majestic views, breathtaking scape and pristine beaches in my humble little country.

Some may say it’s fine. But for me, it isn’t.

It is, for me, almost synonymous to saying that the Philippines is the worst country in the world and it has no right to have something so beautiful.

Please, don’t get me wrong.

My country and its people, including me, are no way perfect. There are a lot, maybe all, corrupt officials. There are garbages, there are stinky areas, there are crooks.

But hey, the Philippines have all the right to the credit that it deserves.

So please, when you describe something that is just so great, don’t use the phrase I’ve written above.

Say, “Beautiful, magnificent, of course, I’m in the Philippines,” instead.

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Photo Credit: TrekEarth


DAY 12 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful that I am a Filipino, that I am from the Philippines. 🙂

I am about to go home, today in a first-ever journey of discovering the the land where I was born.

Today, I am here at Vigan City, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and officially recognized as one of the New7Wonders Cities.

I am probably seeing this culture-rich, old-and-rustic view:

Photo credit: Forums France

So… yes, it’s marvelous, because it is proudly, Philippines.




Seven unanswered calls.

Why? This is unusual.

Nanay (mother) never failed to answer my calls. Never.

My heartbeat’s now racing, my mind’s now aching.

Monday has always been an extra hard day for me. With reports to submit, articles to read, I am totally drained.

With thumping heart and tired mind I dialed Nanay’s number again.


I knew it wasn’t her.

“Where is Nanay?” I asked.

“Tatay (father) rushed her in the hospital.”

Oh. No. No. No.

“Why? What happened?”

“Her stomach is severely aching.”

Oh. The usual. But…

“Since when?”

“Two hours ago.”

“Are there results already?”

“We don’t know. They are still at the hospital, waiting for the results.”

All my remaining strength left me as fears rush in.

What could possibly happen? What could be the cause?

“Okay. Just look after our Nicole and Noel. I’ll go straight to the hospital.”


I ended the call, as my pessimistic what-if’s trigger grim unwanted thoughts about Nanay.

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DAY 11 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for my Nanay Fanny.

I have expressed my love for my Tatay in a letter. Tatay has been in several near death experiences before, that is why I have been praying for his life for years now.

As I fervently beg for extension for Tatay’s life, I forgot how important my Nanay is to me.

Until that fateful Monday night.

I saw her in deep pain, helpless. She tries to sleep in a cold metal bench, because she can’t be confined yet without the results.

Her lips almost white. Her closed eyes seems lifeless.

It struck me hard. I am the eldest of six. I have a four-year old sister. I can’t be a mom to them.

And.. I cannot live without Nanay. I just can’t.

She is not just my mother.

She is my bestfriend. She is my cook. She is my fortress. She is my mentor. She is my talking buddy. She is my textmate. She is my alarm clock. She is my spiritual advisor. She is my prayer warrior.

She is more than my mother.

She holds my hand firmly, and gripped me as the pain get worse. I closed my eyes, from then on, I started praying for her dear life.



“Can I borrow your suitcase,” I asked my auntie.

“Yes, sure, wait. I’ll get it.”

I waited, and I was delighted to see a floral, pink luggage. I am not a lover of pink but this one’s just cute.

“I have two luggage but I have given the other one to your uncle’s sister,” auntie said.

“It’s okay.”

“If I knew you’ll be needing this, I would have given it to you.”

I just smiled, because that hit me hard.

Looking back, buying or having a suitcase is something I have not dreamed of.


It’s because travelling is like a far-flung mystical village for me, when I was young. It seems true, but it seems imaginary, too.

Looking back, as the eldest among six children, travelling is just beyond my comprehension. My parents hardly make ends meet.

Our official menu everyday are either egg, instant noodles, or hotdog. Lucky us when Tatay (father) caught big fishes.

I had two scholarships since elementary, so I can study. I have to work whenever I am free; weekends, vacations, holidays, since I was, maybe, ten.

Study, work, help parents. That is how I see life back then.

Looking back, a suitcase isn’t something I need or dreamed of.

But now, I need one.

Because I am about to embark on a journey that was before a mystery and now a reality.

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Photo credit: Ever So Lovely

DAY 10 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful that I can now travel. 🙂

I’ve said why in this post and yes, I consider this a big blessing. An unconscious dream coming true.

I am physically not around starting today. I am technically at the tip of my beautiful country, Philippines.

Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte

And I am surely seeing this, now.

Pagudpud Windmills

I will miss everyone!





Seconds by Sheridan Johnson: A Reblog

NOTE: Seconds was ORIGINALLY written by Sheridan Johnson and originally posted in her wonderful blog Journey with the Johnsons last December 09, 2015. All copyright belongs to her.

Close your eyes and imagine

how many seconds are in 24 hours.

How many seconds that you have,

each and every given day.

What if I told you that you have

exactly 86,400 seconds, in one day?

Would that somehow change your perspective?

Or make you somehow question yourself

as to why you have wasted so much of it?

So many of us are always wanting more time.

More time to spend with our loved ones,

more time to spend at the gym,

or just simply wanting more time

in the morning to get ready for work.

Now open your eyes.

If you could spend 86,400 seconds

doing whatever you wanted to do,

how would you spend it?

DAY 9 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the wonderful responses for my ‘Seconds’ prompt for Writing 101’s Day 04.

I have read a lot of wonderful poems, kudos classmates, but this one’s my favorite.

It is because my main goal for the prompt is for me, for us, to realize how important seconds are. And I believe Sheridan conveyed it wonderfully and powerfully. 🙂



They say I’m fat,

oh, I don’t do weight’s math.

Yes, I don’t care!

They say my nose’s flat,

oh, and I have bulky butt!

Hell, I don’t care!

They say my face’s ugly,

oh, yes I’m not pretty.

Hell, I don’t care!

Reading these words,

of fake and fallacy,

I cried.

Yes, I do care.

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Journey into the Spectrum

Day 6: Fallacy By @jdoublep

Unsound arguments. Failures of reason.

Today, let’s write poems that are wholly illogical.
Let’s see how miserably we can get reason to fail; both our reason and the reason that guides our readers.


I am not sure if I got this one, right?

Would love to hear your thoughts, Jason.



Right Turn

No stress

can depress

a heart

the feels


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DAY 8 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the workloads that I’ve finished this week.

In all honestly, I was at my lowest last Monday and Tuesday. Not because I can’t perform, it’s because I felt sooo tired.

But I noticed how happiness can beat stress. So last Wednesday, I started my day listening to Hillsong United songs about hope and blessings.

Voila! The tasks are harder but I am not worn out. Because I choose to have the right attitude, to work with passion and glee.

Yes, I took the right turn.


Seasons: Epilogue

Note: This is the ‘not-planned’ fourth and last (promise) part of my short fiction series “Seasons”. Please do read the first, second and third parts for better reading experience. 🙂

This epilogue is also inspired by ‘Breathe Again’ a song by Sara Bareilles. You can listen to it here.

Warm wind’s blowing. Loud silence’s piercing. With blank mind and an about-to-burst heart, I remained still as I look at your grave.

Our story ended, more than five years ago. On that fateful autumn, when I waited for you. But you never waited for me.

I admit. I am in denial, for five years. I never visited that bench, I never stepped my feet on that park, not until…

I almost died.

And you came to fetch me, or my soul, or whatever I am on that moment.

I almost said yes. Yes, I want to die then and there with you. I want to be with you. I want to feel your lips again. I want to badly feel your love again.

With broken ribs, fractured arm, and almost cracked skull, who would know I will not die?

It’s a miracle, some says. But for me, my miracle happened six months after I was back to life.

It happened when I cannot move. It happened when I can’t even eat. It happened when I can’t even do anything. It happened when I realized that this is how it feels to die.

It happened when I realized that I want to live again.

Live as in live, not live like a breathing zombie that I was for so many years.

I still… miss you… my love.

I still… want to… be with you.

But I guess…

it’s now time…

for me…

to breathe,


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DAY 7 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today I am grateful for the entire Blogging University’s WRITING 101 team especially Cheri and Ben.

Like what I have said before, A Reading Writer has been a way better blog since I joined Writing 101 and Writing 201. My creative juices are now free flowing because of the prompts that you have shared to me and the rest of my classmates. 🙂

So thank you!


Tagging some of my awesome classmates turned friends who might love to read this:

Of course your first, Fun Simplicity. 😀 Then my dear Annie, Jacq, Arpita, Book Lover Circumspect, Arianna, Nadine and Kathy.



New Found Gems

There is no greater bliss than discovering a new great author. – rosemawrites

Last Tuesday, I was not able to post for Top Ten Tuesday by The Broke and the Bookish.

I am not busy, but Writing 101 Poetry and my personal 50-day series 50 Days of Gratefulness has been providing content for A Reading.

So today, here’s a fusion of my Top Ten Tuesday and my 50 Days of Gratefulness.

For DAY 6 of 50 Days of Gratefulness…

here’s my Top Ten New-To-Me Favorite Authors I Read For The First Time In 2015.

(That was quite a lengthy statement, eh?)

Today, I am thankful that I found and read for the first time…

John Grisham, author of The Pelican Brief

The Pelican Brief

A new-found creepy and thrilling author!

Anthony Doerr, author of All the Light We Cannot See

All the Light We Cannot See

A new-found prose poetry master. 

Nicola Yoon, author of Everything, Everything

Everything, Everything

A new-found YA writer.

David Levithan, author of Every Day (Every Day, #1)

Every Day (Every Day, #1)

A new-found YA and uniquely mysterious writer.

Alice Sebold, author of The Lovely Bones

The Lovely Bones

A new found creepy plus tearjerker novelist.

Lisa Genova, author of Still Alice

Still Alice

A new found medical and storytelling expert.

Liane Moriarty, author of The Husband’s Secret

The Husband's Secret

A new found adult and intriguing writer.

Jodi Picoult, author of Leaving Time

Leaving Time

A new found stunner and plot twist master.

Colleen Hoover and  Tarryn Fisher , authors of Never Never (Never Never, #1)

Never Never (Never Never, #1)

New found mystery YA writers and cliffhanger masters!

William Landay, author of Defending Jacob

Defending Jacob

Another new found whodunit writer!

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