A slice of kiwi. A cup of hot chocolate. A gummy bear. A piece of doughnut or cupcake. 

A bright sunny day. A melodic sound. A soft drizzle. A lovely splash of colors.

An encouraging word. A pleasant smile. A kind hand. A soft kiss. A warm hug.




To You, who cares for my heart

What is supposedly the last day of the month, is now, the second to the last — at least for this year and every four years before and after. February is deemed to be the love month, though I think everyone will agree when no month should be designated for love as it should be celebrated daily in all its different forms, shapes, and sizes. Nonetheless, befitting the month’s theme is a poem I wrote earlier, for the One who has loved me first and never left. 

 To You who cares for my heart 022816

To Him, who cares for my heart, this is for You. Thank You for taking care of my heart, all this time. For loving me in spite of myself. It is Your love that forever remains the same and it is this same love that leaves me awestruck each and every time I try to fathom it, for I cannot in its wholeness. Truly, I cannot. 

I can only be grateful and hope that I may love You and others in Your love. 

Thank You, again, for taking of my heart and for never letting me go. 




2014 at WordPress

2014 has come to a close and a new year begins. This post is to remind me to keep going while having fun along the way.

Here’s to a happy 2015!


PS. Thank you to the WordPress.com stats helper monkeys who prepared the 2014 annual report for this blog. You guys are awesome.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,000 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 17 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Tavi and Rookie

This entire time of using the computer was meant for checking my email and browsing for jobs. Instead, I end up clicking on a link which led to another link which led to another and the rest is history!

It all began with Tavi Gevinson, a 17-year old girl, whom I met or at least discovered here in this virtual world called the Internet after clicking on a couple of related links. I saw a picture of her at 11 years old and apparently, that was the age she began her fashion blog, Style Rookie, back in 2008. Invitations to New York Fashion Week and Paris Fashion Week, Pop magazine-funded trips to Japan and Antwerp, published works for Harper’s Bazaar and Barneys.com, styling and modeling stints, and acting roles, among many others, followed within a span of five years. At 15, she founded Rookie, an online magazine dedicated to teenage girls which features articles submitted by various contributors (including you, if you want to) about a wide range of subject matter such as fashion, pop culture, and feminism, among others. (Yes, I did my research after seeing her picture.)

They said her birthday was last April 21. Hence, she just recently turned 17. So, Happy Birthday Tavi!

Tavi Gevinson

(c) Style Rookie 2008-2013:  Screenshot of Tavi Gevinson’s Blog

Continue reading “Tavi and Rookie”

In Saphira: Violet Day, Pavo’s Story


He first saw her one Orange day, the day where people of the Coral planet shine their brightest. He was at the library rooftop, waiting for Vala to set. It was his favorite place, his private spot for thinking, reading, and getting away from life. He always preferred it over the rest of the floors. He would only go down to get books and immediately head back. No one else went there anyway, except for the janitor, a Coraldean with yellow eyes, who allowed him to stay there despite it being an off limits area. The sky had already turned in all shades of purple, pink, and orange and he stares at it in awe when he turns around at the sound of the door suddenly opening. He sees her and her tear-streaked face. Since it is an Orange day, her face looked golden and even her tears looked beautiful as they fell from two golden orbs that were her eyes, like stars falling from the sky. He continues to look at her wanting to speak but she appeared embarrassed so she immediately opens the door from which she entered and closes it abruptly. He stares at the door wondering if a girl really did enter it. Moments later, he runs and opens it, heading down all the way outside to the library steps. All he saw were students walking about, minding their own businesses. Continue reading “In Saphira: Violet Day, Pavo’s Story”

In Saphira: Violet Day, Numi’s Story

Indeed, it is true that love is universal as it is present across space, through stars, and even in galaxies far far away. 


She first saw him that one fine Blue day, the day of the week when people from Cerulean are most beautiful. They both studied in the same university located at Lumos, the moon shared by the two planets. She was just wandering aimlessly along the shelves, ready to be surprised at whatever book she decides to pick. She reaches for a small blue book and sees a larger gap on the other side where another book had been taken. She peers at the small space from her shelf and sees a boy. She peers at him and since it’s a Blue day, he looks more amazing – especially his eyes, bright and blue, that was currently scanning the pages of the thick black book he was holding. Suddenly, she sees him look up and smile at her before she could look away. She could only return that smile with a smaller one. She watches him close the book and her eyes follow his form till he could be seen no more. She stands idly for a minute or two and then runs quietly as she could to look for him. Only a few people were around and none of them was the one she was looking for. She didn’t even notice that she dropped the book she was holding beforehand nor noticed that she did not bother to check its title at all. Continue reading “In Saphira: Violet Day, Numi’s Story”