Take time to think; it is the source of power.
Take time to need; it is the foundation of wisdom.
Take time to play; it is the secret of staying young.
Take time to be quiet; it is the opportunity to seek thy soul.
Take time to be aware; it is the opportunity to help others.
Take time to love and be loved; it is God’s greatest gift.
Take time to laugh; it is the music of the soul.
Take time to be friendly; it is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream; it is what the future is made of.
Take time to meditate; it is the greatest power on earth.
So, I’m taking my time off and hope to see you all in a little while…
I’ve been tagged by Meeya, so here are the rules…
1. Answer the question below:
If you are to leave an important memory, what would that be?
You can answer the question either by posting a picture, a video, writing a poem or whatever you think would best describe the memory that you want to share.
2. Copy the entire list and add your name below the person who tagged you. Then tag at least 5 friends (But you can tag as many as you like) and visit their blog to let them know you tagged them.
And here’s my answer…
I often wonder what it is
about these words
ten years of little books
or less… or more
poetry as inspired vandalism
I scream it out in tiny writing
I sell it to my friends
I always wish it was love
and sometimes I dream of a spray can,
an endless wall
of a force, of being impossible
to overlook, to undersee
words so huge
And thanks so much, Sis Pinky for giving me this Five Star Blog Award. I am deeply touched by your kind gesture. And please allow me to share this with our friends: Meeya, Weng, Bangge, Abby and Sis Thess. Simply because, I love them. Mwaaah!
I was about to write something about my three day week end. But soon as I found out about Weng’s dearest mother. I couldn’t help but set my personal blogging aside and say a prayer for her and her family (and my own mother). Weng and I share the same battle, and with her mom and mine in mind. I offer this prayer of healing, protection, love and strength. Hang in there my friend, light will soon shine upon us…
Dear Jesus, Healer of the Sick, we turn to you in this time of illness. Dearest Comforter of the Troubled, alleviate our worry and sorrow with your gentle love, and grant us the grace and strength to accept this burden. Dear God, we place our worries in your hands. We place our sick under your care and humbly ask that you restore your servants to health again. Above all, grant us the grace to acknowledge your holy will and know that whatsoever you do, you do for the love of us. Amen…
Tubig, buo sa iisang patak
Pagdampi sa lupa’y mawawatak
Sa isang patak ay isang lakas
Sa binagsakan ay nanghuhugas
Isang patak hindi mapapansin
Animo’y isang butil ng asin
Ngunit mula sa iisang patak
Ulang malakas dagat ang lawak
Mula sa isang kristal ng tubig
Ang taglay nito’y buhay ang pintig
Hatid sa lupa’y saganang yaman
Na dito ay sisibol ang laman
La Pulsera con Estrellas. Every single time we’d go to the mall. Mom would drag me to this jewelry store. She would say “Wish someone would buy me that…” So come mothers day, Mom dragged me to that same store. She looked at the window display and said, “Ayyy, it’s gone. Somebody already bought it. “ It was then that I took the box out from my back pocket and handed it to her. Mom was crying in happiness when I told her — Happy Mothers Day, Mom!
To The Market. I’ve had my eye on this basket for a while now. Eversince, I saw a friend flaunting it at the local asian market. I knew I had to get one or two. But I wasn’t ready to shell out forty bucks (told you, I’m cheap). Till that week before mother’s day when I found out they were on sale. Right away, I placed my order, and boy was I happy when I finally got it in the mail. Now, I can pretend to be Little Red Riding Hood. Hahaha!
Clam Up. Was walking by the beach when I saw this clam right near a piece of rock. I wonder what brought it there? Could there me more? Enough to make me some clam chowder, maybe? Hahaha!
Mobile Music. I walk inside the store, with no expectations or intentions of getting a new phone. Besides, I was never vainglorious when it comes to phones. If it still functions, then I’m keeping it. But then the cute sales guy was persistent, I guess he needed to make a sale. So why not, right? But guess which one I got? The one that’s for FREE!
Smile at me,
When my world feels grey,
That smile, on a sweet angelic face,
The one that chases my sorrows away.
Smile at me,
That smile that finds me in the crowd.
The one that lights up the room,
And makes the world not seem so loud.
Smile at me,
That smile, that dances upon your laughter.
The one that settles into one charming grin,
A smile, I’ll remember after.
Thank you, Nicho for giving Yaya a reason to smile…
It’s been days since it happened. But I still couldn’t get over it. So, please allow me to vent out my frustration…
Why is it alright for me to date a Caucasian, Latin, Middle Eastern or Asian guy? But soon as I walk into a family gathering with an African American friend (not even a boyfriend), everybody seems to be giving me this odd look. As if it’s saying, what the hell are you doing with this man? Forgive me but I thought our elders should know better. To give each and every person the respect they deserve. Regadless of race, religion, color, gender, age or disability. Well, well, I guess not…