The girl puts a bookmark on the page she's been reading and thinks, the woman in the story is me. I am in the story. This is my story. The valleys and plateaus in the story's plot are the valleys and plateaus of my life. The rivers she almost drowned in, the fires she escaped--they are the same rivers and fires I have survived. The sky that enclosed her world and the stars she gazed at night after night are the sky and the stars of my world.

But the volume is much too thin, she thinks. How will the woman's story end? She is afraid.

She put the book carefully on her bedside table and lays her head on the orange thread-embroidered pillow, knowing fully well that sleep is not about to come anytime soon, no matter that the rest of the neighborhood is quiet and her own room dark as the night outside her porch.

She curbs the urge to reach for the book once more. She is afraid.

Happiness is a pair of killer heels.

Drag Her To Hell

This movie



is hilarious.
If you're bored and are looking for a no-brainer movie to see, this should be a good choice.

The Week That Was

Tsk, tsk. Been blog-hopping again and saw several posts on deelish food and here I am, hankering for shellfish pasta. Tsk, tsk. What a shame because it's barely been an hour since I ate breakfast. What's new, right?

I've been away for quite some time, this blog is starting to give me the cold shoulder. I've been spending more time with its neighbor (aka Facebook hahaha), you see. My farm has prospered so much I was able to buy a small house and a magenta-painted barn, which is such a cutie I couldn't stop staring at it. My daughter told me she couldn't wait to become a grown-up so she can have a Facebook account and she can play Farm Town, lol.

Other highlights of my week include having watched Dave Matthews Band's performance on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, seeing "Drag Me To Hell" at Festival Mall (been ages since I last saw a horror flick, though this one was more funny than scary), eating yummy carbonara at Rack's, devouring slice after slice of Starbucks' Raspberry Mango Cheesecake (try it, it's to-die-for!)with the kiddos, and finally, finally, getting rid of one big thorn on my side. Let me talk in riddles for this particular topic--one isn't supposed to gloat over someone else's loss, after all, though when it's a jerk-slash-psychopath who's involved, it's hard not to. Let's just say it was all for the best, and end it right there.

This crazy weather is insane, don't you think? And the allegedly spreading virus is alarming, it's a good thing classes have been suspended for a week. Which leads me to ask, how about working people? Are we less at risk of catching the dreaded sickness?

Oh, but that's life. Gotta work, or else.

Enjoy the week ahead, folks!

The Alpha Female (part 2)

*continued from here

6. dress to kill. Go put on that black, long-sleeved turtleneck top, those crisp, gray pants and three-inch, killer stilettos. Nothing like power-dressing to boost a woman's self-esteem sky-high. Those heels should force you to power-walk, too;

7. don't forget to be courteous and polite, to male and female alike. Being a leader doesn't mean you have to be--or have the license to be--rude and unrefined;

8. when a problem is given to you on a plate, stay calm and composed. Do not, in any way, panic, or if you must, don't ever show the world that your feathers are in the least bit ruffled. Know that you can solve whatever challenge is thrown your way. You are a woman and you are capable and competent;

9. there is nothing wrong with asking for help, should you need it, and when that time comes, go ahead and...

10. work those charms, lady. Remember, when all else fails, you can always count on your smile to put sugar on whatever is bitter. Melt those walls with your softness. You can be both fire and water because you are a woman!

Am so lovin' this... the alpha female roaring... teehee!


*Photo from LeLove. (photo caption: "Because it wouldn't be love without the fighting" hahahahaha)

This Morning, A Firefly

At 7:38 this morning, I saw a firefly blinking its yellow glint against a nearby calamansi tree. It was alone and I stared at it, wondering what it was frolicking in the tree for, it being morning and all. It was a very pretty sight, not the kind one saw everyday, so I stared on.

I thought I saw another firefly on the bush under said tree, but it turned out to be a giant dewdrop perched and glistening on a leaf, beautiful, too, to behold. It would have been asking too much to see two fireflies on the same morning.

Plus, after two days of rain, the sun was smiling mildly upon the half-roused earth, so there was really nothing to complain about.

Here's to a beautiful day.
(Raising my cup of coffee)
Cheers!