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Writer's Block: The Meaning of Life

My life is one step closer to eternal happiness.
Describe your life in one sentence.
If you could meet your true inner self, what would s/he look like, and what would s/he tell you?

She'll be sad and lonely. With tears running down her cheeks like waterfalls. Deafened by the sound of her own wailing, these words bellowing from her lips, "Admit it!  If your partner is with you in this battle then the fight is over. Otherwise, you will never be in your winning form again. The family dream is..." Suddenly she stops sobbing. And went back to sleep. She only knows when it's time to wake up... to make that dream a reality. 

Writer's Block: A barrel of laughs

How concerned are you about global warming? Do you believe it's possible to reverse the climate trend?

This person named King is the funniest person I know... so far. His gestures and jokes seem natural. I know other people who crack jokes but he's exceptional. And his gestures are super funny! =D

Writer's Block: Will he or won't he?

Do you believe the groundhog can accurately sense the approach of spring? Even if you don't buy it, are you happy when the little guy doesn't see his shadow?

Let's just say that all that is created in this planet has special characteristics and inner skills regardless of what kind of species it is. And if you ask me why, only the power of the Holy One knows. It is indeed a marvelous work and a wonder! Equal. Magical. Miraculous. Unbelievable. Amazing.

BABY Photos. My children's baby photos are for keeps no matter what. No amount of money could outshine the blinding flash of their smile, their candid shots, and the once in a lifetime moment you have with them. Sweet, innocent, serene, pure, stunning baby photos… just can’t stop looking at them.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday!!!!    Wish you happiness and a healthier year ahead of you.

Writer's Block: Mysterious benefactor

I would give this person a 'white hanky'. To let her know that I've been crying every day and every night to reach out to her. To let her know how pure my heart is to say sorry I haven't been connecting with her. That I never intended to cut our communication. I hope she forgives me.              Sorry. :-(

Writer's Block: Bucket list

Few things that I would do: repent, repent, repent. Be grateful. Be prayerful. Be honest. Be humble. Be considerate. Be generous. Nothing in this world matters but the love for your family and other people.


A newly born hope in the middle of a hopeless relationship
I was moved by the spirit of the sun trying its best to shine in the middle of two heavy dark clouds
I can't help but wonder... is there something to hope for in this dying moment?

My eyes are dry but it feels like damp all the time;
My heart is beating but it doesn't feel alive;
My mind is free but it is tangled with your thoughts;
But the life that is inside me is holding on to give me a new hope.

Now that she has arrived
My dark days faded,
Lonely nights vanished,
A new smile filled the room

Of a new hope and a new horizon
With all the love and peace
A bed of happy memories,
A new beginning...
The end of tears.

B.L.U.E. Me

Believe in Love and Understand its Eternal mystery.


The year when I was experiencing the most ravaging time of my life. I thought I was happy. I knew I was. I was confident. I never had any doubt. Or was I hiding from something? Something that I can't reveal to anyone. Not down because of a strong positive mental attitude, I carried on to my journey. Endured to the end. Not feeling tired I gave my all (like I always did).Without complaints. Without weariness. Without trepidation.

I was hoping to find a better opportunity (my fervent prayer). But every time I got one I always feel like I'm losing another. Someone told me (read my palm) that I have great chances of becoming rich but I always let the chance passed me. According to him, I have so many things in mind. I have a lot of things I want to accomplish all at the same time. Well, he's right. Nevertheless, there was this one thing that I didn't miss. This person that I have always been dreaming to meet. Someone whom I can share my emotional state, my opinion. Someone whom I can share things that cannot be told to anybody. Someone who would consider my tears and laughter, soberness, craziness, generosity, erratic behavior and my frenzy deportment as a good source of something that can be desired--goldmine.

Then we met. I found the person at last. Although at first, (I thought) we would never click. Funny and smarty pants he was (is and always will be). White skin, red lips, sponge hair (whatever that is), humorous, and big appetite. That's how I saw him, first time. (That's how I see him now.) He was my trainer by the way. Yes. He was my accent trainer. (Funny) I was a trainer myself. I teach exactly what he was teaching. Different style, same goal. He was okay. He was good. I hardly get impressed unless you are really good. But he was different. There's something about him that makes me laugh (in a nice way). The sense of humor of this guy is unbelievable! He was super!

And I discovered how he rules his life, the people around him, his family, his cherished friends, and everything that was created. I unearthed the raison d'être why people adore him, why people love him. He has such a great influence and he has a good heart.

It’s been four years since we’ve met. Destiny brought us together. I have treasured every moment we’ve spent together. Good and bad. And even the most poignant part of our adventure together. Nothing can beat seventh heaven. The sound of laughter that we shared is what separates us from others. We are invincible together. With him I am me for the first time. No affectation. With him I am free. He cared for me. He appreciated me. He loved the people who are dear to me. He welcomed my ideas. He accepted my opinion. He thwarted my opinion. He respected my decision. He held me when I’m about to fall. He picked me up when I was down on my knees. He understood me. He led me to my true North. He loved me.

Our friendship is incomplete.

It’s not perfect.

It’s painful.

It’s not envied.


“If an opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.” So, he left after building that door. I’m half-crazy without him around. Now, I realized how excruciating it is when you needed someone, when you are about to explode because the shoulder that you used to lean on is a thousand miles away from you.

Hey! You! Yes, you. James Defeo Ortilla

I appreciate you. I miss you. I love you. I am still emotional about all this. I hope to be with you soon (it’s my fervent prayer). If not this time, the next lifetime. (The latter is more important to me.) Otherwise, I’ll fly back to Utopia.

And to all those people out there, who already knew him, still getting to know him, and who wants to know him, you did not make a mistake. You are not making a mistake. You just got yourself blessed.

No promises. No guarantees. But without doubt, with this man it is one heaven of an experience! It’s a yielding street to happiness. An amity lane. Unfathomable rapport.

I’m speechless. Words are not enough to express how I feel. Haha!

Our path will cross again. I’m at an advantage. With the same prowess. With a bigger smile. My arms will be geared up to hug you. Until you’re home… you never left my heart anyhow.

Jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissions encore.

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