Category Archives: Writings

… Go ahead, read
And I will let you into my concocted world of words
Probe deeper and don’t just see me
But feel me as well
Living in each carefully chosen word…
Be aware of my heart and soul emancipated
From mixed feelings and pent-up longings
Including the cherished, even the shattered dreams
Embedded within the deepest recesses of my heart…
Hear my mind speak
Its thoughts put into writing
Metamorphosing into eloquent words…
Read between the lines
And you will know who I really am…
– an excerpt from my poem Prologue that always graces the first page of my journals.

Phoneography Challenge: I Choose to Bloom

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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anais Nin

Who doesn’t love the feeling of being ensconced in warmth?  Of knowing that she is always safe and comfortable?

Who won’t panic when gradually, the petals open one by one and she finds herself suddenly exposed to the elements?

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I will, and I would have dug deeper into the flower in search of a snug place where I can again feel safe.  Except that when the sun’s rays reach me, I feel warmer than I have ever been.

Life’s pretty much the same.  We’re always scared of going out of our comfort zones to venture into the unknown.  We do not want to take chances especially when the situation entails great risk.  We worry when change challenges what we hold dear and wonder, “Will the outcome be worth taking the leap of faith?”

But really, we won’t know until we try, will we?

So take the chance and choose to bloom.  It feels nice and warm to be ensconced within the flower’s petals, yes, but it’s warmer to be out in the sun.  (And the views outside are more beautiful too.)

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This post is an entry to the Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge by Lens and Pens by Sally. This week’s theme is Macro.  Photos taken using an iPhone 6.

Photo+Text: Metamorphosis


I can only imagine how scary it might have been to be enveloped in total darkness as the cocoon wraps itself around the caterpillar’s entire body.

The caterpillar would just lay there – helpless and wishing for a life outside – as seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days.  The helpless waiting would be such an agony death would have been a welcome respite.

And then, just when utter desolation takes over, the now-butterfly caterpillar emerges from the cocoon, all colorful and beautiful.  Not only is it prettier, it can fly too!  And as it flutters its wings then flits from one flower to the next, it looks at the world in wonder, and with new-found appreciation for the darkness that paved the way to its transformation.

Life’s just the same.  Darkness is bound to come, and we either curse it, or live through and learn from it.

Photo taken in Siquijor’s Butterfly Garden. Contrast edited via Snapseed.  Border courtesy of Photo Grid. Lights/Mask added using PicsArt.  Text courtesy of Phonto.


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“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” – Anais Nin

When I was in college, I lived in a dormitory run by Catholic nuns.  There, I came to know Sr. Lourdes who would greet me by clasping both her hands to her chest and bowing her head while saying, “Namaste.”  I knew Sr. Lourdes is from India so I did not give her greeting much thought as I saw it as her way of greeting me the traditional Indian way.

One day, we bumped into each other in the foyer.  She greeted me in the same way and I greeted her back by smiling.  She then asked me, “Do you know what ‘Namaste’ means?”  I nodded and said, “I think it is the traditional way of greeting  in India, Sister.”  She smiled and nodded.  “You know,” she continued.  “It is more than that.  It means ‘I see God in you.’ ”  Simply put, I was dumbstruck.

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Photo+Text: Lone Dandelion

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Pardon my looong hiatus from this blog.  I got busy during the holidays and in between my much-needed long vacation at home, got so swamped with work.

I came up with the above photo and the accompanying quote because I was annoyed with someone who, for the nth time took solo credit for something I initiated.  It’s a good thing that over the years, we’ve become friends so I was able to talk to her about how I really felt and we were able to settle our differences before we called it a day.

Nevertheless, I’m documenting this photo to remind me that there is more to life than getting credit for the things I do.  I know myself and more importantly, God knows everything.  I don’t need anyone’s acknowledgment to know my worth, or to know what I’ve done, or to affirm anything.  I only have to do my best, and He will take care of the rest.

Photo taken at Cornell University in Ithaca, New York. Black and white filter courtesy of Snapseed. Text added using PhotoGrid. Pixlr-o-matic’s Sand frame completes this photo’s washed-out look.

Taking Things in Stride


before sunset at Fisherman’s Village, Batanes

Everything’s a matter of perspective.  And I thank my lucky stars that regardless of what life brings me, I always see beauty in anything.  Sure, my rose-tinted glasses sometimes darken but just when they get too dark, hope bursts in like a ray of much-needed sunshine.

Lately, things have not been going as well as I hoped.  Worse, some people have been weighing me down with their negativity.  It was so continuous an onslaught that I almost caved in.

Thankfully, I have my crafts to keep me busy when I was not yet ready to come to terms with everything, my songs to help me release my emotions (think of me belting out the lyrics from Puddle of Mudd’s Blurry, Sara Bareilles’ King of Anything, and Lily Allen’s F*ck You with great gusto), and this blog as an outlet.  More importantly, I have my loved ones to draw strength and laughter from.

I’m still not really okay, and there are moments when I still feel like flipping the middle finger, but I take comfort in the fact that so long as I look at the brighter side of life, there will always be something to keep me going.