 Apr 25, 2008 I am a believer. I am adventurous. I am willing to bet. I guess I will never walk with a wintry and cold heart, and will not amiss to have my own good share of life! I hold favorites, I admit. And I enjoy gathering them. This space will be a venue to show I simply can’t get enough. SEASONS, CREATE LYF, KISMET are my icons. You can navigate my BLOG where I deposited some POETRY picked up from either Seasons, Create Lyf, or Kismet. I go through my day, delivering many SPIELS, noting tiny thoughts which flicker my hope, journaling just about any mad catch. Most concepts are real-life written usually at real-time, while others are fiction borne from my restless freak. If you are neither busy, hungry, nor grouchy, I suggest you browse from bottom to top. I hope you will appreciate how each blog segues to another. Discover I have such a collection! Including revelations ABOUT ME, just so you will feel fair. Would love to see my poems transform into full life, into full music, once somebody can put melody to fit. This is my dream, for my poetry and for my heart, to one day find its harmony and fit! I DABBLED WITH ACTING. See some snapshots grabbed from my Lady’s Choice vignette which got aired in ABS-CBN from October to December in 2004. Yes, I dabbled with some tv, stage, and film acting. See more also in ABOUT ME photos and blogs. I HAVE MY BOX OF FAVORITES. You can tell I am passionate to surround myself with the things I love. I am sharing with you LINKS to lead you to my photos (and their stories) from what I call SNAPFISH-I-love, and my favorite sites which bare what cutely tickles my interest. And lastly, why FLYING KITES? * * * * * * * * * * Less than ten seconds like the world just stood still, This little one just loves every moment of this chance. Opening her eyes, she greets the kites, flying and dancing, soaring like anything. Her eyes drawn to that one cheery yellow-tailed kite she wishes she could touch .… * * * * * * * * * * see the full story, feel free to jump inside my space, my mushy, my smitten (and clumsy) world!  | ||
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