A Gift of Friendship

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One of my most favorite things to do in life is to watch The New Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh (which I downloaded from YouTube) together with my daughter, and I love the moral it gives to the viewers. To others, it was just a cartoon like any other ordinary cartoons, but if you tend to go deeper into the script of the show, you’ll realize how friendship is important to one’s life.

I have lots of friends because I, myself is a friend. But only few became my best friends. And even though we are all very far away from other, and we haven’t found chances to communicate, I know deep in my heart that we will always be the best of the “Bestest” friends that would ever happen in the history of History!!!

Credits to the Best of the Bestest Friends:

  • Rachelle Ignacio
  • Bernadette Saguros
  • Salvacion Tapel

Wherever you all guys are, I will always be here to SLAP YOUR FACES and remind you that I LOVE YOU!!!

Bestest – a term for “best” delivered by Tigger on a movie, The Tigger Movie (2000).

Copyright © Daydreams of a Wanderer


One and Only

On our clock, it’s 4:00 am.

Taken at the Manila Ocean Park during our 2nd Wedding Anniversary

Taken at the Manila Ocean Park during our 2nd Wedding Anniversary

I woke up this early just to find out that I am MORE in love with the man I am sleeping with for the rest of my life. And that feeling told me to get up and tell the world of our love.

One of my most treasured quotes about love is that of Blaise Pascal: “The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of… We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart.” I thought that is the most accurate and most sensible definition of what love is. When God created the world, He did it with LOVE and his reason is LOVE. We just feel it and no words can ever describe the REAL FEELING behind it. That is pure love – and it’s a mysterious thing.

I loved Rainier because I love him. How did I fell for him was still a question which I thought God only knows. I do not know how to explain it by words and when I try to, it seems that no words come out. I thought that it was stuck in the bottom of my heart and that explains everything.

Not so long ago, when I was in college and SINGLE, I used to write “everything my heart desires” everyday. I wrote essays, poems, short stories, etc., almost everyday and every night. It seems that I have a full load of ideas that is waiting to be written. I was so damn busy with my pen and paper.

Not until one day. The day I fell in love with the man that I will be sharing my life to forever. And beginning that day, I found out that I can no longer think of something to write. Because the only word that my mind and heart has, was LOVE.

When I met Rainier, I was not actually attracted to him at first. For me he was just another neighbor like our other neighbors who tried their luck to hang out with me. I was so snobbish and shy. I don’t talk with other guys except for my male cousins which I always hang out with. Every guy in our place knew it, but not this new neighbor. Rainier started fetching me at the university in which I was so shocked and overwhelmed because that was the very first time, in my entire life, that there was someone, who came out of nowhere, fetching me at school, bringing me home and started courting me.

The “Trial of the Year” only lasted for a month, and came September 30, 2007, I had my first (and fortunately my last) boyfriend.

Falling in love was never a piece of cake for me. I had so many questions in mind, plus the doubts and the fear of being hurt someday by a guy. But to my own realization, how can I be sure if I won’t try? Being in love is a wonderful state in life, and there is no way for me stop it.

Adrenaline Rush. How I love to had adrenaline rush  whenever I am with him. I was so in cloud nine and beatifically happy with him. I feel the butterflies inside my stomach, and I can’t help my self from falling in love with him. That deep feeling brought us to what we are now.

Welcoming our dear child to the World of our Christ, November 14, 2010

We are happily married for 2 years, (come January 2013 will be our 3rd), and we are a very proud parent to our dear daughter, Lindsay. In each passing days, I am grateful for what God has given me. Each passing day, I fell more and more in love with Rainier. I am filled with so much love and I want to be like this until the end of my life. I want to be inspired forever, to be happy forever. Being in love with this two great people is truly a joy of  a woman. I am so blessed to wake up, having them on my side, ever moment of my life.

I am completely COMPLETE.


P. S.

Here is a collection of some great thoughts about Love.

” There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.  It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.”  – Charles Morgan

” Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” – Eric Fromm

” Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.  To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.  To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.” – Kahlil Gibran

” Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.”  – Rabindranath Tagore

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” – Charles Dickens


” Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” – Robert A. Heinlein

” Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” – Nicholas Sparks 


Stay in Love!!!


I Smell Christmas!

It’s November yet I can smell Christmas now!

And to start our favorite Season, we started to assemble our cute and SIMPLE Christmas Tree, with Love!

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My Lindsay under the Christmas Tree

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Lindsay and her friend, Happy

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Our 3rd Christmas so far 🙂

And to complete the Season’s theme, here is one of my most favorite Christmas Songs of all time!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!


A Cute Poem for Daddy


A Little Girl Needs Daddy 

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She’ll always find him there.

Author Unknown


Life’s Biggest Challenges: Can You Handle It?

We all face different kinds of problems and trials. The solution only depends on how we handle those life’s hardships.

Let me share to you one of the most treasured articles in which I caught my favorite motto.

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The legendary Eppie Lederer, well known as Ann Landers

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity, it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and, when it comes, hold your head high, look it squarely in the eye and say, “I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.” Then repeat to yourself the most comforting of all words, “This too shall pass.”

To forgive oneself in the face of a devastating experience is perhaps the most difficult of life’s challenges. Most of us find it much easier to forgive others. I’ve received letters brimming with self-recrimination – letters that prove no punishment is so painful as the self-inflicted kind.

It was my high-school English teacher who taught me the the futility of rehashing the past. One day, as the students filed into her classroom, we noticed on her desk a quart bottle of milk standing in a heavy stone crock.

“This morning,” she announced, “I am going to teach you a lesson that has nothing to do with English, but it has a lot to do with life.” She picked up the bottle of milk and crashed it against the inside if the stone crock. “The lesson is,” she said, “don’t cry over spilled milk.”

Then she invited us to look at the wreckage.

“I want all of you to remember this,” she said. “Would any of you attempt to restore the bottle to its original form? Does it do any good to wish the bottle had not been broken? Look at this mess! You can moan about it forever, but it won’t put the bottle back together again. Remember this broken bottle of milk when something happens in your life that nothing can undo.”

I’ve reminded myself of that broken bottle of milk in the stone crock time and again. It has helped me remain steady and calm, as well as physically sound. Our bodies take a beating when we put ourselves through an emotional wringer. To try to undo what has been done or agonize about opportunities missed is not only foolish, it’s futile.

In many instances, we can’t control what happens to us, but we can control our reactions to what happens to us. We can stay down for the count and be carried out of the ring, or we can pull ourselves back to our feet. If we are victimized by others, we must refuse to give them the power to break our spirit, make us physically ill, perhaps even shorten our lives. Most doctors will tell you that worry, anxiety, tension, and anger can make you sicker than a virus.

The expression “nervous breakdown” suggests that nerves have broken down, but organically, the nerves are healthy. The problem is purely emotional.

When you find that someone has “done you wrong”, refuse to allow yourself to be consumed with hatred or bitterness. Hatred is like an acid. It can do more damage to the container in which it is stored than to the object on which it is poured.

Even though we may lead the good life and fight the good fight, we are sometimes ripped up not by others but by the mere process of living. Call it bad luck, fate, whatever you choose – some troubles are beyond human control. How do you handle them?

I believe in blind faith. I have known people who have suffered deep personal tragedies, and this faith has helped them. But I also believe in the efficacy of positive action to overcome grief. Time is a healer, but those who help time by using it wisely and well make a more rapid adjustment.

Grief, in part, is self-pity turned inside-out. The widow who wails, “He was everything to me. How can I go without him?” is crying for herself, not for him. The mourner to refuses to let go of his grief eventually isolates himself from his friends. The world may stop for a few hours, or perhaps a few days, to hold a hand or to wipe away a tear, but friends and relative have problems of their own. Life goes on – and those who refuse to go on with it are left alone to wallow in their misery.

The best prescription for a broken heart is activity. I don’t mean plunging into a social whirl or running off on trips. Too many people who try to escape by doing just that succeed only in taking their troubles with them. The most useful kind of activity involves doing something to help others. I have told thousands of despondent people, “Enough of this breast-beating. No matter how bad things are with you, there is someone who is worse off – and you can help him.”

No one knows why life must be so punishing to some of God’s finest creatures. Perhaps it is true that everything has a price and we must sacrifice something precious to gain something else. The poets and philosophers say adversity, sorrow, and pain give our lives an added dimension. Those who suffer deeply touch life at every point; they drain the cup to the dregs while others sip only the bubbles on top. Perhaps, no man can touch the stars unless he has known the depths of despair – and fought his way back.