On Being Unnoticed


You need not to be famous to become somebody.
You are already a hero to the hearts you touched deeply.
And remember He made you, wonderfully.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Proverbs 31 Ministries
For 3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge as tagged by devereaux frazier and Ladylee Manila. ❤
Please join if you want. Let’s spread some motivations? 🙂

Arrangement of Whites

Photo from Emily Blincoe’s Arrangements Collection.

Arrangements of whites—
divine, pristine petals and buds.
Laid side by side,
each flower’s a delight.

None can claim superiority,
they all possess unique beauty.

Just like women of
diff’rent shapes and sizes,
we are all belles of
the sun that sets and rises.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

In response to dVerse‘s Poetic: Arrangement by Emily Blincoe by Grace who wrote her own poem about the arrangement of French Fries! ❤


The theme is arrangements.   You can write about the experience of looking at the photos, or write about the scene or subject being depicted in the artwork.   You can also write in the voice of the object (e.g. stones, french fries, toothbrush) or write in the voice of the artist, or you can relate the work of the artist to something else that it reminds you of.


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.
I care.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Journey into the Spectrum
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101: Intro to Poetry Day 6 Assignment.

Not sexy, but definitely happy

I may be flabby.
And you may laugh at me.

I may be meaty.
And surely, you can bully me.

I may be fat.
But I still have a heart.

I may be stout.
But please don’t give me doubts.

Yes, I am chubby.
But you have no right to tell me “I’m not worthy.”

Yes, I am not sexy.
But I can confidently say, “I’m happy.”

Now, let me ask you.
“Are you as happy as me?”

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Unsplash
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 17 Assignment.

Qualm: A Quinzaine


Qualm: A Quinzaine
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

I believe I can do it.
Is it possible?
Oh, can I?

Photo credit: Cam Adams

In response to Blogging from A to Z ChallengeQ is for Quinzaine


The Quinzaine is an internet form found at Shadow Poetry and Instant Poetry for Kids, named from the French qunize (fifteen) for the 15 syllables the poem contains.

The Quinzaine is:

  • a tristich, a 3 line poem.
  • syllabic, 7-5-3 syllables per line.
  • unrhymed.
  • composed of: L1 a statement, L2 and L3 questions related to the statement.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.

3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge: Work it out!

three day 3 quotes

“Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress. Working hard for something we love is called passion.”

First of all, I would like to thank my dearest blogger friends, Edwina and Jacq for tagging me with this Three Days Three Quotes Challenge. It is a great honor that you still remember me despite my frequent absence in WP. ^^’

I have been thinking of ways to update you guys about the latest happenings in my life. And I am glad that now, I can sneak sometime to write about it, through… quotes! (You know how I love quotes!)

Without further adieu, here is my first quote:

Photo credit: Work-stress-solutions 

Warning: This would probably be a long tale but I will try my very best to be brief. 🙂

I have been almost absent here in the blogosphere for almost a month now. If you have read my previous posts, I can hardly blog everyday anymore. Last week was the worst because I only blogged for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Those are actually scheduled post.

The main reason why I am finding it hard to write any more is because I lack time. And that is because of my full work load brought by the fact that… I am promoted.

A big company that has been our client for six years is now assigned to me. I am not just a PR Writer anymore, I am now PR Writer and PR Accounts Coordinator.

Some said promotions should be something that I would be happy about. Sadly, that was not the initial emotion that I felt when my boss told me the news.

I was not happy, I was afraid.

Not afraid of the workloads, but afraid of my capability to handle the humongous task ahead. Not afraid of levelling up, but afraid of failing.

I doubted myself. I doubt if I can really fulfill the job that I am being offered. Yes, there will be additional pay but I did not appreciate it because fear infiltrated my whole being.

My boss felt my fear. She said it to me when we talked about the promotion. She asked me for one last time if I am willing to accept the promotion. It was then that it struck me. It was then that I remembered that I somehow asked God for this.

It was the first Sunday of September when I have written a note to God. I dropped the letter in my church’s ‘Prayer Request Box’. In the letter, I asked for a new account/ client for the company. And that new client would be assigned to me because I will get ‘commission’ for that.

God is really a god of expectation and not a god of explanation. I never asked for the company that my boss has given me because it is a really really big company . I am no more than eight months in this job and I think I am not ready for it yet. But… God thinks I am.

The initial weeks, I would tell you honestly, are chaotic. I am stressed out with all the tasks ahead. I am almost sick and I even dream about the company! (Can you believe that!?)

I am always waiting for me to fail. I am always waiting for me to commit a mistake.

Until last Sunday, during our church service, our pastor said, “Ikaw dapat ang unang magtiwala sa sarili mo. Mahiya ka kung wala kang tiwala sa sarili mo pero ang ibang tao meron.” (“You should be the first person who believe in you. Be ashamed if other people believe in you and you don’t.”)

Those words hit me hard. Because those words are for me.

Things have been different from then on. I started Monday believing that no task is too big. Now, it’s Thursday and I am now writing as I have finished all the reports and the write-ups that I have to do. Yes, there will be more tasks coming. But I am ready.

I now refuse to work hard and be stressed.

I now choose to work hard and love what I do.


©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer.

I would like to share this quote-journey with you my lovely fellow Filipinas! 🙂

I hope you, girls will enjoy it as much as I do.