A bicycle made for Two

Hello Everyone yet you wanted to skip the month of January and jump in to Feb-the most awaited and most romantic time to celebrate L.O.V.E the most beautiful feeling in the world. 

That is why I have prepared something for you to prime some romantic idea for the Love Month.

First on my few list:

This handmade card - sending card isn't just a good idea, it's an obligatory romantic gesture. That you're mom, dad, sibling, your lifetime partner, your teenage lover will fall into. Just gather all the materials you can use, pour out your sentiments and end it with a twist.

The magic twist- is the message. Sometimes it isn't all about the fancy, shiny and high-tech stuff that you can offer but a piece of paper with a simple written note- IS HUGE, priceless and should be true. 

Draw your heart out- don't just do things for the sake of pleasing someone, share from what is inside.

Act out- If you have the courage to say it better have the backbone to prove it. Love isn't just a word.

And that means the most to me, how about you?

be reminded that

"... it's a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return. "

2013 is my year

I made this personalized diary/planner to start my year. To write and plan what's inside this tiny little heart.
Last year was all about wishing and day dreaming but for 2013 I want to put all those wishes into action. (Fingers cross' heads up :))

I receive an email from a friend, and at the bottom I saw this line a Recipe for success:

"Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing''

Be Inspired Everyone

My melodramatic 2012

Photo courtesy of and Modeled by : Apple Mendez

This piece from Ms. Apple Mendez has taken my Facebook timeline cover for almost 4 months- that long. Yes, because usually I changed mine every other day (sniff). Few people asked me about my 2012. Even I come to point, to actually temperate and reminisce about it. 

To curtail everything, Year 2012 is more like a novel to me. Poured out sentiments, dwindled, prized, and dreamy. Pressed towards certain goal to that kind of love that I believe was insuperable. That Lavishness is futile if it's shared with no one. The need to divide the spoils not just a piece of cake. And whereas contentment and satisfaction is like fireflies the luminescence has gone cold. Though it was steady and waiting has been long overdue. Motionless rhythms, it grasp, it holds and breathe. A leap of faith that's how I survived, vowed, surmount, justified and tangled in love, yes I got tangled in, seems like a novel.