what they want. Everyone seems to be in a rat race. Some look for it in material things, some in relationships. Some mistakes it for money while others take it from glory. What about it that seems unsatiating? Aren't we designed to be happy?
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Smile As if Its The Last Thing To Do
what they want. Everyone seems to be in a rat race. Some look for it in material things, some in relationships. Some mistakes it for money while others take it from glory. What about it that seems unsatiating? Aren't we designed to be happy?
Monday, July 23, 2012
SONA: Its like Alphabet Soup From A to Z
Hi good Monday to you, dear friends. Why today is your lucky day? Because if you are living along Commonwealth Avenue and have to pass Cubao to get home, it is sure your lucky day to watch life as it pass slooooowly right in your face. Because closed roads and high volume of traffic will surely chain you to your seats for some time. Well, I know of course that 29 classes around the Batasan Complex are already suspended, but this is so that all 2,679,450 peeps (probably the reason why Quezon City is considered the biggest city based on population) could look at what Loren Legarda will put on this year. Remember her bare back gown last year?
To spice it up, I decided to do the “A TO Z challenge” which is a challenge to blog thematically from A to Z every day, one letter at a time. It sounds interesting, but restrictive and structured blogging makes my teeth itch, so I decided to participate by doing all the letters all at once, because that's how I roll. (And despite my aversion for structure (and insane work schedule/life in general), I've been trying to post as my precious time permit. However, I'm only doing "A to K" today and will conclude with "L to Z" until who knows when.
(Part 1)
- A is for "Aquino”
- B is for "Binay"
- C is for "Corona"
- D is for "DFA"
- E is for "Economic Growth Rate"
- F is for "Fashion"
- G is for "Grace Lee"
- H is for "Hail, Thunderstorms and Flood"
- I is for "Impeachment Trial"
- J is for "Justin Beaver and other foreign acts"
- K is for "K-12"
Gaah, this is too long..
I want to finish this today but the SONA had just started. Stick around, friends!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Piece of Advice

They are comforting thoughts, aren't they friends? These prints are from Laws of Modern Man. I'd love to know: just how much of your own happiness are you willing to let go for the sake of others? Do we always have to take the good with the bad? I'm pretty sure we do. Because we wouldn't be who we are without the balance of the two.
Have a happy weekend!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Today, I Mourn
Raindrops on my face
dark clouds on the horizon
I hold back the tears
Memories mingle
with the tears of misty eyes
silently,raindrops
Tears fall from heaven
a heart opens the floodgate
to grief and sorrow
Raindrops on the roof
my heart pitter-pattering
memories tapping
Tears falling,falling
heart fluttering,fluttering
my love, departing
Lips of sweet nectar
the memory of his kiss
turn bitter with tears
Fading memories
the pavement of broken dreams
wet with heaven's tears
Dolphy
{1928-2012}
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Dear Monday
(Today I decided to do Dear Monday. This is actually a link up with Claire of The Secret Notebook. It’s a little letter to your week and you tell why you should be happy and not manic about it.)

Dear Monday, I am sorry you caught me dreaming and hoping its still Sunday. I knew I was not setting my self up for success by staying awake watching TV last night and sleeping till close to 12 midnight…but lo! morning came so early. I dragged myself out of bed otherwise three things will happen: one kid will be late for school, a husband will leave with empty stomach and myself coming late for office. Why is work so hard to go back to? But really, I am grateful because all Mondays tell me I will not be lazy-ing around the whole week. That I am okay even if stress level hits high any time and any day.
Dear Aditi of The Life of An Indian Girl, hey girl, thanks for the blog award you gave me. For a minute I didn’t realize I can be fabulous the way you see me. Your own blog is fun and lively and fresh like yourself. I sure can do Snoopy dance again with the award hehe. I am passing this also to:
Claire of The Secret Notebook
Aditi of The Life of An Indian Girl
Anney of Blog ni Ako
Dear Zumba, I know I‘ve been unfaithful to you this past few days. If I could bear hug you so I would. I enjoyed you. I already miss the ohs and ahs and the aching joints I have after you. Sorry I was not able to go to the class because of the heavy downpour and heaviness of my body too. I remember how it felt so good bathing with my own perspiration and catching my breath to death. So looking forward to have a date with you again.
Dear Weather, I need you to warm up considerably and consistently so my house will be built on time. This construction thing leave me stressed and flat broke. This too so we can have our aerobics not under the heavy rain, will you?
Finally,
Dear Self, stop harassing everyone. Your husband is starting to complain about your temper! Go out, have fun, spend money the way you want. Take heart, everything for sure will pay off in the end. Air high five to you this week, Littleyana!
So what will this week hold in store for you, friends?
Fun things, I hope.
Monday, July 2, 2012
The Trouble With Coffee
It recently occurred to me that I wish I’d loved coffee earlier so I won’t be intimidated by the different kinds, flavor, sizes and prices next time I visited a coffee shop. Lacking the aristocracy of an educated coffee lover, I know nothing about Cappuccino, Capachillo,Machiatto. For all I know they all sound, look, and taste the same.
I should explain that I didn’t go to Blenz Coffee Shop without a purpose. I’ve met up with a visiting friend from NY and she decided to have coffee after the meal and so we went to Blenz Coffee. I wasn’t that high on going, but my friend surely knows what she wants and I don’t. And besides that wasn’t much of a thing to debate about, was it?
Through the large plate glass windows you can see a few people scattered about, and even sitting next to one another with their faces lit up by their laptops and their ears plugged up with white wires. They won’t look back, nor up from the screen not at one another. Welcome to the new café life, where a congress of zombies type anything interesting they have to say into a device, all sealed from the world around them.
Interestingly the place didn’t smell coffee. And since nobody minds anyone, we came in unnoticed. And there up in front a long list of flavored coffee. Together with our other friend, also a non-coffee drinker, there we stood full two minutes and nothing happened.
“So what are we going to have?,” I hushed careful not to hear by anyone.
“I don’t know,” friend answered, rubbing her temples.
“Look at how many coffees they have, ” my voice wanting to break into silent cry. “I can’t even pronounced them”.
“So what now?”
“ I’ll probably have something with chocolate in it,”
“That’s perfect. I’ll have that too”.
I turned to the girl at the counter looking a bit impatient already.
“Two orders of iced chocolate, about as tall as that one” pointing to the regular plastic up beside the register.
And that’s how I decided to drink tea from now on.







