Category: Hobbies

A blessed and blissful 7th monthsary, my heart. Finally, I didn’t get late in creating this post. My inner self is glad that I am slowly getting back from my usual lutang moments or that I forgot to be forgetful today. Hehehe. But hey, cut me some slack, I would even go about my day-to-day life forgetting stuff like my mask, face shields or even my wallet. So yeah, you and the hubby should forgive me. 😀 Anyways, I was originally planning to have some calligraphy commissioned for our 7th but changed my mind as I had this epiphany of…

A blissful 6th monthsary, my heart. Hello there, it’s kinda late again. Please forgive this gal for every thing has just snowballed together and so yeah, the posting of this poem got late and here I am, in a hurry once again. Peace, bebe boi T_T. Be With Me and I With You A thousand places to see, A million songs to listen to, A multitude of languages to learn, And a billion of people to meet, But please, my heart, be with me and I with you.   Wherever you go, do not go without me. Whatever you do,…

Happiest 5th monthsary, beloved! I guess this is a very late greeting and I know that excuses are kinda lame but life has really caught up with me. Hahaha. So forgive this slowpoke, okay? By now, you’re prolly fed up with corny poems and more corny poems during our monthsaries but guess what, here’s another poem for you… When Your Whispers Are More Than Diamonds They say a woman needs her diamonds and her fill of the wallet, too. But these things are only passing, a mere aspect of a human’s desire to experience the physical world, to enjoy what…

There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you. I don’t know where I’m going. You’re the road, and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love. ~Rumi, The Essential Rumi Coleman Barks The sun is up high; the paths are clear, The compass pointing to the right direction, The wind blowing gently; the ground firm, It was a nice day to walk, only it wasn’t. My feet kept moving, brow sweating. The moon took over, its light guiding me. And still my feet moved, muscles aching, A soreness begins to bloom within. For as…