Europe 2014.

I’ve seen winter and I’ve seen spring. Three years later, I get to see autumn. Europe in autumn leaves me as breathless as seeing winter and spring. Trees are almost barren while the sun is barely showing up. On some lucky days it gloriously shines, magnifying all of nature’s grandeur.

Autumn leaves under my feet – PARIS

Fall offers just the right temperature, neither too cold nor too hot, but in some parts of Europe, it feels like it’s nearly winter. The best part of autumn is the way it blends with the changing of the season. It bursts of colors in hues of yellow, orange, brown and sometimes red, so much beauty that it seems nature is showing off before breathing its last.

Gruyeres, Switzerland. 

I also love the sound of crisp autumn leaves crashing under my feet while we saunter along European streets. My tropical body welcomes the cool outdoor weather, giving us the opportunity to dress up in layers of knitted tops and trench coats, which we don’t get to wear everyday back home.

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I am thankful to the Almighty for another chance to visit Europe. For keeping us safe and at times, sending angles in the person of kind strangers we meet along the way. Thank You Lord for sustaining us throughout our trip, thank You for the company of good friends and the unforgettable memories we shared.

So there. My first actual lengthy post on the last day of the year.

Cheers to the New Year! More posts in the coming year!  Thank you 2015. You’ve been a good year to me.


Cool Off

Long time friends regardless of the years of friendship, also pass thru trials.

That is when petty situations become major disagreements. Small stuff turn into big deals. When you’ve suddenly felt like you’ve been left behind when they’ve moved on fast enough to forget about you. When expectations become frustrations and you’ve become familiar with the scarcity of time spent with them. Time comes when your daily telephone conversations become short, once-in-a-blue-moon text messages.

And one day you wake up and realize its been two years since you’ve talked. As in really talk.

The sad part is, no one wants to make the first move.


The big 40 event is waiting for me in less than two months.

As I mull over my near 40-year existence…..I came up with a a daunting realization that I’ve gained more enemies than friends through the years. Some friends I’ve lost contact with while some, simply drifted apart.

And I find it hard to justify how on earth did I come up with such a number of adversaries….or maybe because I am plain b-i-a-t-c-h.

Or maybe I have disorders – like being bipolar or schizoid. But I don’t wanna know, because the truth (might) hurt.

And it seems my life years are in sync with the quantity of adversaries I have made…each year is equal to one foe at hand.

Awwww….such is life….my sweet-hostile life.

Keeping the Flames

….of friendship that is.

Keeping it and trying NOT to drift apart can be as difficult as saving your relationship. Especially when: you feel like you don’t share the same interests anymore; when your priorities are different from theirs; when you meet-up and you seem to run out of things to talk about; or you feel like you have a lot of catching up to do but you have no idea when and where to start.

And worse, when you’ve become complete strangers.

There’s nothing more painful than having a friendship that is at the brink of falling apart.

But then again, I still believe that it’s never too late. There are friendships who are worth saving, especially those that have endured difficult times. But the question is, do they feel like saving the friendship too?

Well, it takes two (or maybe three) to tango.

Book First, Movie Later

So finally, the wait is over. Majority of the metropolis is raving about Twilight, the movie. And because I am one, self-confessed Edward and Bella lunatic, oops I mean, fanatic, I dashed to the mall 48 hours after the first day of showing. So yeah, while I’m still at it, I’d take this time to write about it and finally break this long-extended blog leave. Forgive me though, my creative juices are still dripping at a minimum level, so please bear with me folks. 

Watching the movie after having read (and re-read the book a couple times over) is, actually not a good idea. And since that part of my left brain lusts for some accurate visual entertainment, to my dismay, the movie failed to seduce the reader’s keen sense of detail. 

Well what do you expect? All 498 pages of the book cramped into a two hour silver screen version. So just imagine watching a Cliff notes version of the book. All chapters summarized into one, organized story line. Most details where changed, some parts altered and deleted, but just the same, it ended with the way it should. Edward and Bella together, still, more vampire hunts ahead. 

But to be fair with the movie producers and the director, vampire chase-scenes and other out-of-this-human-league vampire qualities are brilliantly delivered in the movie. That’s A for effort. And yeah, Robert Pattinson did Edward Cullen justice, so does Kristen Stewart to Isabella Swan. The movie theater is filled with rustling shrieks of admiration, as these two beings perfectly personified a drop-dead-gorgeous-and potentially-dangerous immortal, head over heels in-love with a Phoenix-bred lass who was somewhat perceived to be a bit jaded.

So a few things I’ve learned when watching a movie that I enjoyed reading:

  • don’t expect all the scenes to be as accurate as it was vs. the book.
  • the movie won’t turn out the way you imagined it to be. Some may be better than your imagination, while the others are better left within the confines of your creative mind.
  • it is not THAT bad to watch the movie though, it helps to know other people’s perception of the book. And then you realize how distorted your brain works as the movie turns out to be a mismatch of your imagination.

Now the disclaimer : This is not a film review, I am not a film critic. This post is brought about by simply watching Twilight. And I will remain an Edward and Bella fan. 

Though I have this nagging impression that the director didn’t actually read the book….tsk. Hahaha.