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Posts Tagged ‘Memory’

[1: 2,044 of 10,000] Honoring Spirit

In Letter on December 15, 2020 at 7:02 PM
Photo by C. Z. Shi on Unsplash

Dear Mama,

You would have been the sexiest 67 today. I still remember your different faces from different ages, your smile, and the texture of your palms. The memory of your voice is starting to fade away but I still remember how you showed your love, support, and how you disciplined me to follow a good path.

I miss talking to you, all the times that you’ve asked how’s my day. I miss the days you called me on the phone to read me my horoscope from the latest newspaper. I miss being silly and laughing with you. I miss showering you with love and surprises.

As long as I live, on this day, I will honor your spirit. I will light a candle, present you with white flowers and I will talk to the air knowing that you hear me. I love you.

Your eldest daughter

[1: 2,013 of 10,000] Surfacing Memories

In Journal on November 14, 2020 at 9:42 PM

I have been remembering childhood memories more vividly and with the remembrance of the oneness of all, with the resonance that define the true essence of life centered to love, and human has soul that move in eternity making this lifetime as fleeting but leaves marks… they are coming alive in a whole new light.

I am more forgiving of every human most especially to me. I am savoring what’s good in every memory and seeing the screaming magic I missed. I am grateful that I’m still alive, do incredible things and create new memories that are kind, open, and loving.

I want to be as spontaneous as David Chappelle living in a community of artists and regular folks. It’s nice to show up in the world with the truest Self. Make good memory that would mark history that when souls look back at it it is going to be revered and human will never doubt magic ever again.

[1: 1,521 of 10,000] Eating A Mango Brought Me Back To Being A Kid

In Article on July 8, 2015 at 1:36 PM


I was eating my mango out from its gigantic seed, yeah, similar to what the baby in the photo above looked like and it suddenly hits me that it brings back childhood memory.

I have not done that for a long time, mango was supposed to be served delicately taken out from its two beautiful cheeks but eating the delectable fruit directly out from the bone has been disregarded. So last night, I got my hands dirty and start devouring the not even the sweetest mango and it suddenly reminded me when I was a little girl.

It was a good feeling. I remembered that when I was a little girl, I have my parents and they’ve provided for me. I could also reminisce that we have a house cook then who made sure that she emphasized that she prepared two dishes that I love. I never worry about anything because I was taken cared of. It was really a beautiful feeling for doing such a simple act.

What about you? What experience makes you curl up and enjoy feeling like a kid again?

Time has passed and I’m all grown up. My parents are gone and I have to cook my own food now unless I go to a restaurant. But you know what didn’t change all this time who loves us all throughout our life? God. He loves you and me, no matter our age, no matter our circumstances, and it’s a beautiful feeling that it doesn’t have to end with unknown when I rekindle a happy old feeling, because today I know that God is with me, making me feel at peace and would love to see me joyful and spreading positivity.

Have a delightful day! 🙂

[1: 1,504 of 10,000] Do I Need To Keep Memories?

In Journal on June 21, 2015 at 12:33 AM

Remember my triumps when I am down and remember my defeat when I’m arrogant. Yeah, memories are the easist way to refer when I face new life circumstance but if I were to live in the now is it still relevant? If I take every experience as a new taste of life, should I not judge it based on the past?

With too much sharing on social media and with the sleeky matter-of-fact-this-is-for-the-sake-of-making-a-memory do I really live in the moment or it’s another excuse that I dwell too much of what has been? Memories that give me bad vibes though are the one I burried so deep I don’t want to even touch them and in my happy world I start to create a new interpretation of joy out of them, a make believe.

I like uncertainty with the definite determination that I will wake up every single time to find out how I will play life. I have the habbit of going back in the past instead of moving forward, and I have to stop that, even if it’s hard. I am laughing at myself for keeping three journals all at the same time, and so I laugh that I could not even bring myself to read them back. It’s like a confession of a painful memory and then I cast it so far away. I am mumbling in this post right now, forgive me if this doesn’t make sense to you as my reader.

There are words in my heart that want to go out and I couldn’t decipher. It is full of wonders and it will either haunt me forever or continue to bring mystery in bringing me to write cryptic post like this. Senseless and yet it resembles what my heart wanted to say.


[1: 1,479 of 10,000] Photographs Trigger Emotions

In Article on May 27, 2015 at 12:10 PM


I was looking at old photos and it bring memories even if they are static things that don’t speak. I remember moments of joy, the only feeling I long from my personal collection.

I feel silly smiling and giggling going through each. The thoughts are so vivid that have more than what the lenses captured. It’s a web that create pictures in my head with the warm fuzzy feeling inside my whole being.

Move often, explore even more, and take more chances of the unknown. The mishaps and misadventures is the source of comedy that I was laughing about when I reminisce. Open your mind and heart to experiences because it is those surprises that make lasting joy. Don’t overthink. Plan but be adventurous enough to also let go of The Plan.

Life as I will always define it is full of wonders and I shall forever wonder! 🙂

[1: 1,404 of 10,000] Happy Birthday Papa

In Poem on March 2, 2015 at 8:42 AM


You have contributed to the miracle of creating me
I have breathed because of your love
I lived because you lived
You loved me
Protected me
Provided for my needs
Today I remember you
Honour you
Thank you
May your gentle heart
Your dreaming soul
Rest in peace
March 2, 1953 – November 2, 2002

[1: 1,322 of 10,000] My Childhood & My Avocado

In Journal on May 23, 2014 at 5:25 PM

Robinsbite_Avocado-Corn-Shrimp-Salad-1-of-5How do you have your avocado?

Avocado reminds me of my childhood. It’s a seasonal fruit so whenever it becomes available, our household purchase some and put it in our rice dispenser, which is a gigantic antique can, and waits for it to properly ripe.

As soon as ripe, it is chopped in big irregular shaped chunk, sprinkled with lots of powder milk, white granulated sugar, and ice cubes are added. Crazy right?! I am not really keen on the ice cube, but I love the mixture of the ripe chunky avocado, milk, and grainy sugar in every spoon.

When I grew up, introduced to corn chips, then I found the greatest purpose, which is of course “The Guac”!!!

Writing this blogs makes me want to get myself an avocado from the supermarket. 😛

[1: 1,080 of 10,000] Clothes Clean Up

In Journal on July 12, 2013 at 11:14 AM

Pretty Hangers
I am not a clothes shopper but my closet screams for a clean up and I started pulling out clothes I’ve never used or quite old that begs to stay out of closet!

Cleaning up clothes is like looking at old photographs. It brings back memory that pinch my heart every once in while. I remembered this was from my beloved sissy, this reminds me of my mum, this asked what fashion era I was in, and that reminds me that I need to hit the gym.

It feels good cleaning up!


[1: 873 of 10,000] I Finally Hit Sanity

In Journal on December 23, 2012 at 6:06 PM

I am finally awake and back to my senses. I am finally assured of myself that I don’t like this guy who is currently living with someone. Why would I waste my time with that kind of nonsense when I could devote my passion on something more worthwhile and could please God?

I am really sorry for my idiocies from feelings and imagination. I am so happy that I stopped myself from bathing with dirt. There is no more sadness and even a bit of regret. There are things that we can hope for and this shouldn’t be one of mine.


It’ll go to my silly memories that I now start to laugh at.