Confessions, ramblings, and everything in between

Over an hour. That is how long I have been staring at my screen flashing an unfinished article I should finish before the day ends. Eight tabs. That's how many articles and resources I have read to be able to start writing and get my mind do what it's supposed to do. Numerous words written… Continue reading Confessions, ramblings, and everything in between

Alarm

the noisy alarm dings, like the starting bell of boxing, another fight, another day, begins. with the routine task of waking, eating, commuting, working, eating, working, commuting, eating, sleeping, repeat, repeat, repeat, may I not lost my value, my worth, my purpose, my dreams, under the haystack of mundanes in the world of routines, before my… Continue reading Alarm

April Coffee Date

Hello, my darlings! 🙂 I just figured that the last coffee date I posted was last November. (ugh). I so missed doing this, so please grab a chair. 🙂 I prepared a cuppa coffee, tea, or beer (if you want. :D) --- CALM MARCH Finally, after epic roller coaster monthssssss, March has been so kind… Continue reading April Coffee Date

The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag) Part 2

After answering the 11 witty questions via The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag) from Jade her blog, my dear NJ joined in the fun and answered my questions! 😀 And to keep the getting-to-know-you posts, I will answer NJ's questions too! So... What is your name and the name of your blog? Why did you choose it as… Continue reading The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag) Part 2

The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)

And my darling Jade of the ever-lovely blog named after her tagged me recently with The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag). And because I consider her one of my bestest far-away-friends, I treat her tag as a friendship card which I have no choice by to accept and comply. (super smiling emoji because I am kidding. :D) So… Continue reading The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)

Spring Bud

I smell how the supposed sweet, summer aroma turned into a chilling winter scent as I watch how her soft, smooth skin turns from blushed pink to lifeless violet. I listen to her frail heartbeats, silently begging, pleading, helpless against her quite incoming death. With a tear-stained face, my mouth utters its own prayer as… Continue reading Spring Bud

She is Me

She has seen thousands dusks and dawns kissing crawling winds combing lawns. She has felt sweet spring and harsh winters clothing her heart's ever resilient chambers. She has lived more than two decades, with turning time she swayed and swayed. With the love and life she's ready to give and take, she knows she will… Continue reading She is Me

Crossing (Her) Bridge

Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails, agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails-- footprints of all she has done, mud piles of all her missed fun, holed-patches of all she has lost, unturned stones of her dreams still at frost. Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath, shaky foot finally decided to take its… Continue reading Crossing (Her) Bridge

Hello, 2017! Miss You, Friends!

And so in between a hard-core editing session with my boss, I am writing this post after I visited some of you,  who are close, close, close to my heart, and I almost, almost cried because I miss everyone! I know I am nine days late but here's to a lovely 2017 for everyone!!! :)… Continue reading Hello, 2017! Miss You, Friends!

To the man I once sang “If You’re Not the One”: A Personal Letter

To the man I once sang “If You’re Not the One”, More than six years ago, beneath the hot summer sun, in front of our church mates and childhood friends, with the old yet still working videoke, I entered a song and sang it for you-- If You’re Not the One by Daniel Bedingfield. It’s… Continue reading To the man I once sang “If You’re Not the One”: A Personal Letter