Fantasies and Realities

Lead Me to the Cross

2011-09-07T14:32:00.000+04:00

I stumbled into this beautiful song by Brooke Fraser and instantly became addicted to it. Certainly a song that echoes the cry of my heart. Lead Me to the Cross Savior I come Quiet my soul remember Redemptions hill Where Your blood was spilled For my ransom Everything I once held dear I count it all as lost Lead me to the cross Where Your love poured out Bring me to my knees Lord I lay me

Mis Recuerdas de Mi Mejora Amiga

2010-11-08T00:54:00.004+04:00

I wouldn't have guessed it. I doubt if she would have. But we have come a long, long way and shared too many memories for our friendship to be broken by time, distance, or even personal differences. People who had known us about nine years back wouldn't have expected us to grow close. For one, both of us were too quiet to even say "hi" to each other. I was the silent rebel and she was the

Books on My Shelf

2010-10-16T18:55:00.002+04:00

I know, I know! Don't nag me. This post is long overdue and I'm once again doing the mistake of abandoning my blog until I forget about it. But no, you're wrong. I'm not abandoning it and I'm definitely not forgetting it... not after five years of maintaining this humble little diary of mine. Anyway, I was supposed to write this post about two months ago and this was supposed to be a book

Everything is not What it Seems to Be

2010-09-26T18:21:00.005+04:00

Everything is not what it seems to be. This phrase always come to mind whenever I read a thriller-suspense book or watch my favorite action series – 24. Heroes become villains and villains become heroes in no time in the world of fiction. And although sometimes the situations that stories present are unbelievable, they certainly support a not-so-bad idea that we probably could seriously take to

A Prayer in the Desert

2010-08-25T22:57:00.013+04:00

We had just finished our pictionary sessions for that day when Manang startled us with a shocking news. Immanuel, or Iman as what we usually call him, the only nephew we have, was rushed to the hospital earlier that day. We were kind of late for the news as my eldest sister, Grace, only left an offline message to my other sister's (Nanette) yahoo account. It was not really a cause of

God Blessed the Broken Road

2010-08-14T16:33:00.006+04:00

Once upon a time, when I was heartbroken and wasn't coping up well, my close friend Delna made me listen to this song. I can no longer remember the conversation that transpired between us but it was something about the purpose of what I was going through then. I opened up to her and she uplifted my spirit. She told me that what I was going through was just a small part of a grander plan; that God

Of Writing and Un-writing

2010-08-03T18:38:00.010+04:00

I am such a moody writer. Everything I write has a direct effect on my emotions and my emotions dictate everything I write. Oh well, I don't really call myself a "writer". I just love to write. Most of the time though, I change subjects and I change styles in the middle of a lengthy article because I realize that what I am writing is not working. In the end, I could not finish. A lot of

Homecoming

2010-02-12T13:52:00.004+04:00

I can still remember my first few weeks in Dubai. Engrossed by the indifference that wrapped my whole being, it took a long time before I finally realized that I would be staying in a faraway place for a relatively long time. And when homesickness finally struck me, there was never a day that I did not wish of being home. The memory is still vivid in my head. I was riding a bus full of strangers

SURPRISE!

2009-10-20T13:31:00.006+04:00