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Still royally me

I’ve moved:



Up & down; looking forward & backward: LOVE

Photo by Shawn Rocco

It’s simply one of the most striking and beautiful images I’ve ever seen.

Stark, yet full of emotions.

So ordinary, yet so special.

I want to  find myself in that kind of picture in the near future.

And amazingly, this was taken by a cellular phone camera.

One doesn’t need a fancy gadget to capture something as lovely



Bonne Année!

Vintage French postcard from The French Factrice

I just wanted to have something French-y here, for a good start for 2010.

And the lil angel girl is so adorable, with those angel wings and that innocent wonder that all children should rightfully have and enjoy.

Thanks to The French Factrice, which has a collection of the most beautiful vintage postcards.

01 January 2010


I just realized it a few seconds ago.

Looks nice!

my piggy got thinner

Last minute payment of our real property tax squeezed me dry. Just when I was so happy and thankful that I am finally able to save something substantial, here comes a substantial amount that needs to be paid ASAP. It feels so painful, really. It’s one thing to spend a lot of money on something tangible, and it another to spend it on something such as taxes.

I hate taxes.

Especially when most likely, they’ll just be lining the pockets of corrupt politicians.

Oh 2009, please please end your bad vibes. Let this be the last for me and my family.

But I swear, my piggy will be fatter and with vengeance in 2010 and beyond!

This piggy of mine will be fatter!

i’ve been helping you, but you just laughed at me

Dear You,

For the past three weeks or so, I’ve been so busy with your PhD dissertation, from the printing, formatting (or  looking for people to do it), running after your committee members for their signatures, submitting it to the graduate school, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. In other words, it has taken so much of my time and energy. I wouldn’t have done those things if not for your very nice adviser, who asked me ever so nicely to help you out. I know you’re back in your Motherland, and still recuperating from your illness, and would do all these things if you could, but can I ask for some understanding, and some apology?

When a very important document went missing, and it was very crucial for your graduation, I did my best to find it. I was beseeching St. Anthony the whole time, to help find the document. It all seemed in vain, and if it couldn’t be found, the bucket would stop with me, and all the blame would be on me. In other words, I’d be dead meat. And I’d probably have to shell $500, which I didn’t (and still don’t) have. I cried in front of many people when the staff at the graduate school couldn’t find it. Out of sheer frustration, I cried. I was tired of your dissertation. I was tired of doing stuff that wasn’t mine. I had my own job and my own problems to think about. It was all too much. And then, after realizing their mistake in filing, they found the blasted document. I think I even cried harder after that. I heaved a big sigh of relief and gave thank to St. Anthony.

After that, I emailed you, to sort of give you a picture of what I’ve been going through. Of course, I told you I cried—in front of many freaking people. And then what do I get? A phonecall from you later in the afternoon. You laughed. You LAUGHED. You laughed at what happened. You laughed at ME. It was no laughing matter, please. If they hadn’t found the document, I don’t think you’d laugh. You just insulted me. You belittled my hardships and my emotions. You said “thank you”, but I was waiting to hear “I’m sorry”. You’re my friend, yes, BUT please, I am only human and I can only take so much. The next time you call, I won’t even bother answering my phone. I’ve had enough of you and your dissertation. Ask someone else to do the stuff for you, because I am this tired:

Have some pity on me, at the very least.




This Child has saved me so many times.

God answers prayers in the most unexpected ways.

He shows His infinite grace everyday, and I am always amazed.

A seemingly insurmountable problem that almost crushed me about more than a month ago seems to be nearing a solution.

A miracle indeed.

He just needed me to have faith.

He just needed me to be grateful for all the blessing He has bestowed on me since birth.

Einstein knew what he was saying when he said that there are two ways to live your life — one is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is a miracle.

My life is a miracle.

If you need a miracle from the Infant Jesus, I’m sharing this prayer.

May you have the miracle that you need.