I am a musically inclined person,there goes my heart...
Filipina.
I like using ^_~. as my sig icon.
lilies,butterflies,cooking,watches,videos,porcelain dolls,snowglobes,reading,vintage,sleeping,photos.
I want to travel the World!!!
A Scorpio.. O_o.
people say I'm different,it feels liberating.
Now a wife, soon to be mother.
I have my greatest faith on my God,he's forever my aid..
And This, is the haven of my Life, and Love.
"MOST PHOTOS ARE FROM http://weheartit.com/ NOT MINE UNLESS I SAY SO."
This is my grandmother when she was at her prime. She passed away yesterday, on Mother’s Day. And until now I still can’t believe that our Family has to deal with this sudden loss. I practically grew up with her as my parents separated when I was young. Because of that, she has become a very significant part of my life.
Grandma was a very strict woman. She would wake us up at 6am in the morning saying, that it is bad luck to wake up after sunrise. She would punish us for being lazy and stubborn and often beat us with almost anything she laid hands on. I was told that when our father left us, grandmother played a very vital role and they were not in good terms. It wasn’t easy growing up with a woman like our Lola. And in my adolescent years, it was a fair struggle. I was stubborn, I stood up with her and I remember cursing her between gritted teeth. I hated her.
I took everything positively. I strive to study hard and work hard. I wanted a way out of that same house we live in. As I grew up and became mature, everything made sense. I started to look at my Lola differently, I realized that what I hated about her was not her arrogant nature it was her perfection that got through my nerves. She was a loving, nurturing, smart, and strong woman.She had loved us all her life. And she was everything I ever wanted to be. I realized how much I loved her deeply.
The day came when I got married and started building a Family of my own. People often say(most especially my husband), that I am a lot like my Lola. I am outspoken, open minded and I always know how to fight back. My courage came out naturally.
Maybe it was something in our blood that hungers to be as close as those we look up to. Maybe it is just one of these ironic human qualities we fail to acknowledge. Having said that, I know I have made it to the point of knowing who I am and where I would really like to be.. My Lola is a great woman. But she, like everyone else, is not perfect.
I am now in a very important journey of my life. I will be a mother soon. And by the grace of God, I earnestly ask to be just as half as good as Lola and my Mother. I could never understand God’s plans. I stopped trying years ago. The hurt and the feeling of loss will always be there but I have no regrets. I got the chance to say I love her every time I could. It was untimely but the thought often crossed my mind, she felt pain in her deathbed but she was sleeping when He took her. And the last person she called out was my late Father.
I am know at peace knowing that she will be in a place she deserves. We will forever miss her and from this moment on, Mother’s Day will never be the same again..
Althea Laurice Catriona & Angus Louie
So we figured out the names. Hubby’s not a big help picking names though he’s got a good first name if its a boy. Nicknames are twice as hard too! Hope this is final. LOL!
Althea was a name for a “healer” so it was a special name for me even before. Catriona was a character in some game and hubby is an avid gamer it also personifies “purity and blessings” whilst Laurice was just so pretty I decided to put it in between. And oh! We’ll call her Larie for short.
Angus is defined as “exeptionally strong” and Louie means “a warrior”. His nickname(I’m still thinking) will be Alou or maybe Andi as in little Andrew w/c is my husbands name.
So much fun! I thought we wont settle for anything in a long while.
Thank God! Turned 20 weeks and I’m halfway through with this pregnancy. I’m just so happy. 20 more weeks and I’ll be able to meet little knicky ♥
I just know how it feels to be nothing. Because I’ve met suffering, And I indulged myself with countless mistakes. More so, l came face to face with the dark and found myself willing to be lost. Then, and a couple more times. And when people tell me everything around them sucks, I just cant imagine how miserable their life would be of they where in my shoe..
I just learned to be thankful no matter how ugly the circumstances. I might not be proud of my mistakes but I owe it to myself because Ive learned. I have lost, and I lost the most important ones. Fortunately it crafted strength in my belief, and made me hope that days will not always be as cold. That he who knows and hears it all, will bless me abundantly.
Being Thankful as well as being Happy should not be a mere occasional reverie, It should be imprinted in your state of mind. I never doubted I would be this Happy. It’s my in my daily mantra. Its just stupid not believe that somewhere, someone is there watching and he knows the perfect time to cut you and make you grow..
The other night I dreamt of losing my baby.. Inside the dream I was in the bathroom trying to pee when I suddenly passed my LO. I started crying and calling for my mom. I remember having the same nightmare before my pregnancy failure in 2011. This time, It didn’t felt real at all.. I also had seen my lashes falling off in my dreams! As I was in distress the following morning, I searched for dreams and its meanings.
A dead fetus symbolizes the end of something in your life. Or something that hasn’t even started will end abruptly. More so, it said that if I already experienced a pregnancy loss before, it was probably my sub-concious trying to rub the past trauma. The lashes being stripped off, turns to be my worries which I inevitably want to vanish from my mind. Somehow I felt consoled. Indeed, this pregnancy has been giving me un worldly visions. Blame it on the hormones most of the time. But through constant prayers, faith and love, by all means I know we will be fine.
157 days to go and I’ll be able to meet little knicky!”
Thanks for stopping by..
You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
"Rosemarie Urquico
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/437516-you-should-date-a-girl-who-reads-date-a-girl
2nd Trimester at last! my little one is the size of a pear ^_~·
Well I’ve just passed my first trimester for this little one yet I still get scared. I started going back to work today after 3mos of home medication and rest, which I inevitably ensure to ask my doctor. And I’m so relieved that it was granted. Work is fine but I have to endure an hour and a half of travel from home and forth. Everything seems good as of this moment, as I lay down and breathe here in my comfy bed, I am on a roller coaster of emotions. One time, I’m getting hyped up and dead worried the next. But now, I still have that flinch of paranoia that creeps through me. I know it won’t help getting scared of things that has not happened. But God help me I just don’t want to get through that nightmare again. Just this once. I asked only for this just one child.
Someone told me right after she got married, she didn’t expect anything from her in-laws. She said she gave it to them if they would care or not. It was funny and I told her, “Our situation is different. My mother in-law and I used to be okay. We didn’t start ugly and we sincereley liked each other.” I stopped and looked back. I added, “well, atleast I was.” And I sulk again..
