My 4th decade of existence

Surprise gift from my hubby

Tommy Hilfiger bag from dad The simple birthday celebration

Gifts from my husband My birthday cake

Cutie, Cutie Baby Sleeping in a Pod

Click Here for Babies Comments She is not Thumbelina. I don't even know her. I just found her in www.spicecomments.com. She's a cute innocent little girl sleeping in a leaf of a pod.

8th Wedding Anniversary

Today is our 8th Wedding Anniversary. My husband and I are just celebrating it via Skype. Yah, through the internet, the so-called Virtual Celebration! We are thousand of miles apart now, he is in Japan while I am in the Philippines. It is good that our WI-FI connection is as fast a bullet train and we can be connected to each other in just one click. Talking for hours in the internet is much better than talking through the phone. At least, with Skype, we see each other. We will be having a dinner in a little while but we will have different food and drink. Hahaha, what a good way to celebrate our wedding anniversary even if we are distance apart. Happy 8th wedding anniversary Daddy. Lablab be . ...

Lenten Special

It has been part of tradition as a Catholic to visit seven churches every Good Friday. During those visits, I got a chance to take pictures of the different Saints, some of which I have seen for the first time.

Wildflower: My Favorite Song

I always loved this song since the day I heard it and I don't understand why I really love this song. When me and my husband were just in our dating stage, I once asked him to sing this song and I came to appreciate it more. It's his rendition that makes my heart ______________ (indescribable feeling!). Since then, I always ask my husband to sing this song for me and it brings me back good old memories (especially the days when we not yet married. Here's the lyrics of that song.

WILDFLOWER

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine

And many times her eyes fought back the tears

And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender shoulders

Bore the weight of all her fears

And a sorrow no one hears

Still rings in midnight silence in her ears

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Let her cry, for she's a ladyLet her dream, for she's a child

Let the rain fall down upon her

She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

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And if by chance I should hold her

Let me hold her for the time

But if allowed just one possession

I would pick her from the garden to be mine

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Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken

And sleep's the only freedom that she knows

And when you walk into her eyes you won't believe

The way she's always payingFor a debt she never owes

And a silent wind still blows

That only she can hear and so she goes

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Let her cry, for she's a lady

Let her dream, for she's a child

Let the rain fall down upon her

She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

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Let her cry, for she's a lady

Let her dream, for she's a child

Let the rain fall down upon her

She's a free and gentle flower growing wild

She's a flower growing wild ...

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