where is this sun you speak of?

The only thing that makes me really happy is knowing that my little garden is blooming!  The Bell Pepper seedlings are slowly growing! The very first Rose bud! I am in love!!  My plants love meeeeeeeeee! I love them more :)

Remember to slow things down and give time for yourself. Be grateful for the gift of life. :)

One thing I love about my childhood is staying in our garden all afternoon and read books/comics or sleep. I remember Mama told me to talk to her flowers so they will bloom beautifully. I read them stories! :) But that garden is gone now so I decided to make a little garden. I may not be as good as my parents in taking care of plants but I will do my best to water and groom them every day. :) Baby's Breath flowers.  Bell Pepper seedlings Butterfly Plant Tomato!  I don't know the names of most of my plants so if you do, can you tell me? Anyway, I still can't believe these plants are growing fast under my care. I get so happy when I see them bloom. :)

An excerpt of the letter I sent to Eileen: Isn't it amazing how life, even if most of the time, treats us so badly not because it is how it should be but because it prepares us for something bigger, and so we would know how to act to certain situations. Also, we become stronger spiritually & emotionally. I don't have anything else to say so can you sing this for me?   "All the people in your life who've come and gone. They let you down, you know they hurt your pride. Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on. You keep carrying that anger, it'll eat you up inside." -- Heart of The Matter, India Arie.

I have some new stuff from Singapore. My friend Mark was in Singapore for a year and I made him order a 3-pack Field Notes (I haven't paid him yet. Hi, Mark! Hahaha).  I am ready to read a lot of books and write some notes in it. And put other ideas and some other stuff worth writing. Also, he lent me his new Action Sampler camera. Looking forward to more films!! Exciting!

Sometimes I belt a drink down just to slow things down. 

Not all things are possible but there exist miracles. They may make the impossible possible but it doesn't usually last longer. But I was glad I met that miracle one day in the hospital. I was young when my Papa died. I was too young to actually take care of him. My other siblings and Mama were the ones who actually took care of him. I remember visiting him in the hospital to send medicines and food. And when he was already home, I was the one who gave him his medicines by following what was written on the schedule made by my sister who was a nurse. By that, I am very sure I have done my part on taking care of him in my own little ways.  Two years later, Mama died. But before that day, I remember the first, second and third times I thought she'll leave us. I was there on those tough times. I thought that if I took part on taking care of Papa, I would do much better for Mama as I am two years older. On the first attempt, she slipped on the floor while cooking for lunch ...

We had a little visitor in our kitchen wall. It was there the whole day. Funny thing about this kind of moth is that every time I see it, I always think it is a spirit of some relative coming for a visit. :P I've been told that when I was a kid. Is it even true? Haha XD

We have the freewill to leave the rest for a while and hibernate from work, school, whatever it is that you put so much time on. Especially when your world is moving too fast from working too much. You need to slow down a little, look back, and see if you have found happiness -- genuine happiness. Are you happy? You know you can take another route when you're not. :)

Dear Eileen, We may not see or talk or even send a text message every day unlike the old times, but please remember that you're always on my mind. That whenever I see two best friends in the mall, school or anywhere, I think about you and I hope you're doing good always. Dear Tip, You're always there for me. Even at times when you need to go home or somewhere else to meet your other friends, you know how to treasure time for the sake of my company. Thank you for being a good listener and for being supportive in what I do. I want you to know that I am trying to be the same to you. I'm here when you need someone. ;)

It must be a lazy Saturday afternoon, listening to some piano medley by R. Clayderman. The melody feels sad that I might not finish writing this entry because idyllic memories are slowly appearing in my head. But I will try to write until I am weak to do so. Sweet memories that will stay hidden in my memory forever. It takes a lot of bravery to recover these; it isn't that easy. Once recovered, those memories will appear very fast, one by one, slowly focusing every detail of its beautiful scenery, that I couldn't control myself from evoking real, rumbling emotions -- happy, sad, nostalgic, and sometimes the feeling just makes me cry. Sadness, may be. But sadness sometimes doesn't make me cry. Sadness is sometimes shallow. Once felt, it is just easy to let go and move on. There is something within sadness but I don't know what's it called. It's a level, very deep part of sadness that once felt, it will catch you but deliver you to something that's sweet but...