Living Gift

The pain of happiness raged from the loud pitch of the screaming hoarse voice, the weakening tone of strength and the long labor of suffering which defies the beauty of all living things - that at the end of the day the much awaited moment in the unity of two hearts came the greatest God's gift of promise.

An angel Soul was heaven sent to them.Indeed, it was breath taking for her, only to discover her angel has a club foot. They never gave up on her. After months of therapies and medication the operation process was successful. Finally the Clan of Amores rejoiced for the real blessing. They called her Jennifer Anne. She was born on the fourteenth of January, 1984.

The day it all started knowing it was me who was saved i knew He had a wide, great, good plan for me. I was raised with good values by my parents. All my entire knowledge begun through them. The factor of having the art appreciation in music became a big part of me. Music is my first love. I can write compositions of my different tendencies to drown the phantom of ones life experience. I'd chosen having the ideal of exploring the pieces of communicating to people to further discover the hidden secrets of the other part of myself. I enjoy the circle of people who are God fearing, real, down to earth, and knows ow to respect themselves and others. I love making good friends sharing with them my hues of laughter and pain with my most valuable treatment.

Although sometimes this urge of being so easy go lucky me, hits the mark of stumbling down, but still i stood upon it, picked myself up and grow with a learning experience.

I fear heights and tragedies and loosing my family, because they made me become myself. I LOVE THEM and i will be forever grateful to them.

Now,being a part of a wide, strange and dislocated world I still try to fit in. I'm glad doing it all my own way. Im happy driving my own path of life, with the guidance of the people around me to reach my simple endeavors in life.

I live to eat!

The secret to a man's heart is through his stomach. The most heard advice from a mother to her daughter. I can relate to this and i must say every daughter does.

My mama told me several times to watch my food intake Get rid of food with a lot of carbohydrates and choose Glow and fiber food instead. And I always told her she has forgotten to tell me that i need to drink a lot of water and kill myself for forbidding me to eat PIZZA, FRIES... and all the bad yummy carb food:)

Mama loves to cook for us and my favorite her Papaitan, that's where i got my hefty figure :) Everytime I ate it, i remember how lovely she was wearing her apron,chopping the ingredients, stirring it, adding condiments, and singing while cooking her specialty. Oh how i love the smell of it.. hmmmm...

She did these things because she will be serving it to her lovely husband and two beautiful kids, the best part was hearing her voice, calling us to gather in our humble dining room.. YEHEY! finally, we'll have a taste of her papaitan, filled with unselfish love and care for us.

I always had the thought of selling our papaitan and iamgining that many people would come around the world to taste my mama's specialty, that it shall pass on to generation by generation and that it will left a LEGACY... my mom always laughed when she heard me saying that...

I LOVE my mom not only because she cooks so goood!! but she has really raised us well and loved us sooooo much more than her life.. I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD to SAY TO THE WORLD I HAVE THE BESTESSSSSSST MAMA EVER!!!!!! love you mama:)

The Colors of life

"ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE, SUGAR IS SWEET AND SO ARE YOU", A very famous poem, that sounds sweet which made it unforgettable.Well, maybe for the late generation but now, the teenagers used it as a PICK UP LINE. It still sounded sweet specially if it came from a person who make you feel "kilig".

I dunno how i got the urge to write this one down coz im like thinking of a color that will represent a Company. So i begun searching and found the element of colors, and i got the same descriptions. The white symbolized peace and serenity, blue represents unity and calmness. Red is power.Yellow is hope, happiness and joy.Green is life, health and environment.

Colors have profoundly make our lives abounding.My self-expression through colors is daringly extraordinary. Why do i say so? okay listen, I remember my professor in Literature who has always left a remarkable lesson in us told me one day that I am a loud person because he noticed i always wear vibrant colored clothes which suited me well.. that part was maybe his way of making me "bola". Yeah and i actually told the class I love colors.. I dont like my shirts or bottoms to be always the same,i want them all:) and i guess maybe thats why when i feel sexy i wear white though i have bulges all over coz im a a hefty one :) and like, when im depressed and not sooo confident i wear black to maybe hide my body issues... my favorite is YELLOW and GREEN its a refreshing color for me. i dont know with you but I LOVE COLORS.. and just to add something i remember how beautiful the rainbow i captured in Laguna its like really near us but i cannot go to the end of it coz we were riding on the car.. sadly i lost my camera and replaced it with a new one haaaaaissst.!

So there.. The colors of my life really are all the things around me. The things that made me feel happy which are my goals dreams and specially the people i love my family, my mondy:), my crazy friends and most of all GOD the Almighty.

Public comfort rooms

I am in a hurry. I passed through a crowded passage of Divisoria before I reached the wash room. Finally, Im next in line. Wheew! Im relieved. I survived my first few minutes of sacrifice.

Public toilets, they all are unique in structural designs. One thing I noticed was their similarity, Vandalism.

I must say these are very familiar to you,”Nid textm8? 09223453445 – Hot Kristie,”, “Pls. help, wht if hinihingi na sau ng bf mo un, ano ang gagwn m?, and my all time favorite,“Pakebohusan ang C.R. pls!! MAPANGHE! I tell you it made me smile.

As I left the room, I cant help but tell it to my friend who’s waiting outside. She laughed, and we laughed together. What’s funny was, these vandalism, were replied by people who accidentally brought pens with them and expressed their thoughts on the ideas written on the back doors of the comfort rooms. “Tanong mo sa bf m kng bkt nia hnhngi un?,” “Go sister! Try it!”, “Ambisyosa!” These replies were literally written in broad markers with an arrow from the question, expressing their support, or should I say non-sense comment. The funny thing was, I still read it, maybe because, I’m entertained. I can’t help but wonder how did they do it? Did they do it while

peeing? Or after? Some of the vandals are written in the bottom sides of the back door. It was impossible to write it while standing right? I assume they really put effort on bending down just to write their sentiments. It was kind of funny at the same time very disappointing. We all do have peers to say what’s on our minds, it can be our problems, serious or comical thoughts. We may at least have a bonding with that person.

Im just thinking how many litters of chemicals should be used for washing the vandals off? It is obviously painful and traumatic for the janitress and janitors, if ever they were asked to do the task. They’d probably be mad over and over again to the people who love to vandal, less the fact of the smelly and dirty public wash rooms. Personally, I don’t support vandalism, I guess no one does. But honestly I’ll be missing this vandalism, if it’ll be gone. At least, after the hardship of struggling with call of nature, and heartily waited in line with your varicose aching, you’ll have the time to read the many cries and sentiments of our beloved fellowmen. Im pretty much sure after loosing your digested food and excess water you’ll go out with a happy and smiling face.