i am still here

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i am still here,
juggling balls named
work, poetry, and life.

i am still here,
trying hard to tally
the shifting of day and nights.

i am still here,
working ceaselessly to support
those who matter.

i am still here,
resuscitating the heart
of a hopeless dreamer.

i am still here,
lurking in between the blank pages
filled with waiting words.

i am still here,
discovering and hunting
this fleeting life’s worth.

i am still here
to write, to breathe.

i hope, you are
still there.

10.25.2017
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo of me in Phuket, Thailand

Cave Woman

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Cave woman. That taunting nickname was born when I was a teenager because of my bar-hate. The tag and my bar inexperience have remained until now that I’m almost at my four-decade mark.

I hate the smell of beers and alcohols, most of all, smoke. I can’t stand noise equally. Beyond these, I’ve heard and watched obscene, brutal, unfortunate events that happened inside an almost light-less, always crowded bar.

But today might be my cave-woman name’s ending.

I just resigned from my 23rd job when I saw the blinking WANTED sign. Maybe waitressing in a bar is my real calling.

Word count: 100 words

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

Photo credit: Ted Strutz


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 05 August 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:

Drop, Up

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Just when I have
embraced–
accepted,
the
inevitable–
painful
drop,

YOU finally came,
and lift
me
up.

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

Photo credit: Carmine De Fazio


In response to Daily Post: Drop.

Inspired by  Vijaya and Mandi. Thank you lovely ladies for the uplifting words. I direly need them today. You are two beautiful souls and I am more than blessed to call you my blogger-friends. ❤

Here is another reason why I am feeling better now.

As surely as the sun will rise
You’ll come to us
Certain as the dawn appears

Let Your glory fall as You respond to us
Spirit rain
Flood into our thirsty hearts again
You’ll come, You’ll come

~

 

 

Stressed-reading, Stressed-writing

When my mind’s worn-out,
I breathe in and out,
not oxygen,
but words.

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

Photo credit: Quote Fancy


Also in response to Jacq’s Thinking Corner.

Have a great (though busy) week, everyone!

~

Teammates

It could have been harder,

if you weren’t around.

Toxic could’ve been more bitter,

if to meet, we’re not bound.

Work’s not a competition,

for us, this is true.

It is not our mission,

to know who’s best and argue.

So I guess,

today,

let me

thank you.

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

Photo credit: Wikia


DAY 44 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful for my workmates! 🙂

I think there is no job that’s isn’t tough, but the burden becomes lighter when you’re surrounded by great people. 

And I am blessed that I had the best workmates since my first job until now, here at my present work.

My co-teachers. ❤
Tihik girls! 😀
My Upspring PR family! ❤

They’re my team mates and forever friends. ❤

Today, what are you grateful for? 

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Tiring fulfillment

I am grateful for my job.

My brain would feel different,

’cause it’s mostly drained.

My eyes would surely be tepid,

’cause they’re always tired.

But my heart’s been happy,

the moment I was hired.

Draining?

Yes, it surely is.

Tiring?

Yes, it definitely is.

But…

satisfying,

yes, it is,

 fulfilling,

I’d say yes.

That is why

I am indeed grateful for my job.

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

Photo credit: Blogspot


DAY 42 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful for my job. 🙂

I guess, my poem have said a lot already, and I’ve mentioned my reflected answer, too. Okay, I’ll shut up now.

~

 

 

 

 

 

Writing 101: Six-word Rant

When I’m not writing, I’m working.

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Photo credit: well.blogs.nytimes.com


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?


P.S.

If anyone is interested for a collaboration, guest post, or the likes, please Contact Me. 🙂

3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge: Work it out!

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“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.

🙂