Fave Scents
Best choices on scents that I use:
My latest discovery:
The Body Shop’s Pomegranate Hydrating Body Spray. It smells so fresh, yummy, and not overpowering.
These are the usual ones that I have been using:
Elizabeth Arden Green Tea
Bath & Body Works Sea Island Cotton
Max Mara
Eternity
Denenes
First Paypal Withdrawal
Another rush of joy is sweeping me today, since I have made my first 
withdrawal from Paypal. Wow, this is really, really great. I have always known that the Web will give me something wonderful.
Yes, there are more opportunities than I have imagined, and it makes me strive for more excellence in my work, but my heart is with HP and it’s my priority.
Now, I am so thankful again for seeing these things handed to me.
I want to make the best, striking while the iron is hot, use the faculties that were given to me to make life better, to help and inspire others to be the same.
Still Thankful And Counting
I want to share my thankfulness because I just got my raise from Hubport today, and am so very grateful to the Giver of Blessings.
I know things are unfolding for me, everything in my life is working together for good.
Because there is a Hand that leads me, Someone greater than life.
– Tara
I Got it!
What makes today special? It’s just that I received my salary for my articles, sent through Paypal.
Thank you, thank you!
Feels good to be compensated for your labor, and getting $—-.– is pretty good! Yeah, words do have their dollar value after all. =) yey!
The Pink Girl
I am excited today.
My sister Maitz and Nicole will be coming over tomorrow. Yesterday, I went to Victo to get the little girl something of a pasalubong from me when she arrives. That is how I welcome these little nephews and nieces when they come to visit me and their Tito Ed.
What did I get for Nicole? It was a Strawberry Shortcake coloring book with stickers in it. I’m sure the little girl who loves pink things will also love this one. Her penchant for anything with the pink color in them is amusing to me. Since she was a toddler, we noticed that she liked pink. And she is the girl who knows how to sing “Alone” by Heart. At 5 years old, (she is 6 now), she knew how to sing that! It makes my heart smile.
She would be seeing her doctor at the Philippine Heart Center again, for another round of check up. I’m praying that everything will be alright, and that her closed-heart surgery will be scheduled soon. Right now, the family is really praying that she will get the right treatment for her Atrial Septal Defect. But I know, God is always there to see us through this.
Some two Decembers ago, I brought her a blue pencil sharpener, but I call it a pencil grinder ha-ha! When I handed her the little box, she just stared at it. Well, funny, I forgot that she really liked pink.
Sandals, pencils, notebooks, flipflops, earrings, dresses, ponytails, headbands… all in pink. So yesterday, I made sure that I got the right color. I also got her a set of crayons, and a pink crayon tin box. So Tita is all set to present her pink presents to Nicole tomorrow. I hope she likes it.
I’m glad that they are visiting me (”,)
The Hero
Here is a valuable short story I found that speaks on wisdom, integrity, humility and patience.
Sometimes, it is not enough that we seek recognition for our talents. The “how much” and “how many” of life is not as important as our substance– who we are as a person. There is so little competition if we know that there is enough chance for all.
The story goes like this:
There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many students gathered to study under him.
One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first move.
Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted the young warrior’s challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. He threw dirt and spit in his face. For hours he verbally assaulted him with every curse and insult known to mankind. But the old warrior merely stood there motionless and calm. Finally, the young warrior exhausted himself. Knowing he was defeated, he left feeling shamed.
Somewhat disappointed that he did not fight the insolent youth, the students gathered around the old master and questioned him. “How could you endure such an indignity? How did you drive him away?”
“If someone comes to give you a gift and you do not receive it,” the master replied, “to whom does the gift belong?”
To gain years and be wise… may this describe us, as we continue in this journey called life.
— Tara
Free days
Saturday. This time I have the chance to get stuff in my house– organized. Organized… the echoes of that word… organized.
How good am I at fixing my house? Ugh, a noisy exhale. I admit, Tara is not so good at home chores. But she is keeping her pace. At least.
Still hooked on my screen, the red SIG notebook, placed a little above my keyboard. It’s waiting to be filled with thoughts that successfully vanished. The clock ticked, uhuh, I have to get started.
Hope there’s time for the mall tonight, I would love to take a peek at SM. Was there the other night, and got our dinner from there. Guess I’m slacking in planning our dinner menus. Breakfast is usually spent in the office, lunch too. I must find quick dinner fixes, I promise. I wanna be a good cook,but almost forgot it. With that, there’s got to have more good cookware and stuff in the ref. Both of us can’t thrive on fast food for long. Bad for health.
Ask me how am I faring? I must be honest and I would like to say– we’re doing good. Yeah, we are. Appreciating this partnership more and more.
My time is so taken with writing Mondays to Friday. I have decided to quit my part-time gig. Anyway, life is not so much about money. I have my full-time job and I am contented with that. I need a breather, and not bury my head in all of work. “All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.”
I mean to have fun with my Saturdays, especially. Today, it’s actually hot, windy … and I love it. Every minute. Plus my garden is blooming, got Pinocchio rose and a pink-white hibiscus plant last two weeks ago. The roses are doing well, just hoping my neighbors won’t come calling outside and ask for some blooms. Again! I wish they had more sense know that I want these roses to stay in my garden and not in their vases. :p The Mary Palmers are blooming so fully; they’ve been placed in bigger pots.
Anyway, I am enjoying my life, Hubport and this house we got 3 years ago. Got many plans in my head like trellis in the garden, kitchen upgrade and more. For now, I am going to get things organized (((((0rganized!)))))…
Some good words to remember…
The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. ~Ray Bradbury
Life can’t ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant. ~Edna Ferber, A Kind of Magic, 1963
What is A Writer
It is impossible to discourage the real writers – they don’t give a damn what you say, they’re going to write. ~Sinclair Lewis
A writer is a person who must craft words in order to find fulfillment of a passion, writing words because there is no other way to express them.
A writer is one who can be silent yet full of deep musings; has silence for companion. The Wordsmith cannot thrive in a noisy sphere… the best work is done in quiet solitude.
A writer brings life to a thought…
and hopes that one day someone will be moved by the words that were written and stir sleepy hearts.
I am a writer and the pen is my armor.
Let me walk through the fields of paper
touching with my wand
dry stems and stunted
butterflies….
~Denise Levertov, “A Walk through the Notebooks”
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