Lemons and Roses! :)

Though i featured cut roses here, i actually realized (with the major help of Lauren Singer)that it is better to give flowers that could grow more than those that are cut. :]

With our miming - Greymatter! :D

And yellow, dried roses..

And a daisy....

And bougainvilleas! :)
What a great way to start the day - being welcomed by these blooming flowers! 

Sara & Jason: You Matter to Me

So tender yet a bit operatic ;)

i just turned 23!

This is posted weeks late. i would just like to share with you the joy of celebrating my birth anniversary (and the eve of that) helping repack goods, books, clothes for the elementary students in Bukidnon. :) It's amazing that lots of people donated this much to help other people.

It is kind of symbolic for me as well, because spending my birthday helping others is exactly how i'd want to spend the rest of my life - helping those who needs my help and fulfilling God's will.. :)

i would like to thank ate Lu and Jane and ate Tata! They prepared some food and some gifts for the mini celebration. :)

With us is Paul, a full time youth worker.

P.S. For my birthday lst year, i woke up with this surprise from my sister..

Thanks for these high quality icons! :D

Icons made by Freepik, Daniel Bruce, Scott de Jonge, Sarfraz Shoukat, Yannick, OCHA, Icon Works from www.flaticon.com             is licensed by CC BY 3.0

tadaaaa!!!

IS this real?? Hahahaha!
>> Just another experimental design while thinking of the best way to present our idea... Hmmm... :) <3 p="">

Christmas is indeed a wonderful & heartwarming season!

Thanks, Mr. Martian! :)

Here's a hopeful poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

You Will Forget me

You will forget me. The years are so tender

They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,

This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendour

Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep,

The cloud of forgetfulness, over and over

Will banish the last rosy colours away,

And the fingers of time will weave garlands to cover

The scar which you think is a life-mark today.

You will forget me. The one boon you covet

Now above all things will soon seem no prize,

And the heart, which you hold not in keeping to prove it

True or untrue, will lose worth in your eyes.

The one drop to-day, that you deem only wanting

To fill your life-cup to the brim, soon will seem

But a valueless mite; and the ghost that is haunting

The aisles of our heart will pass out the dream.

You will forget me, will thank me for saying

The words which you think are so pointed with pain.

Time loves a new lay, and the dirge he is playing

Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.

I shall pass from your life, i shall pass out forever,

And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past.

Youth buries its dead, grief kills seldom or never

And forgetfulness covers all sorrow at last.