Picking myself up, dusting my shoulders.

Slowly losing touch of the things that kept me going; God, life dreams, good friends and my zeal to do more.


That one time,… mother

My fondest memory of mother was and still is that one time I saw her and sobbed.

Recounting the befores…

Recounting 'the befores'... The first time i used a pen, i was overwhelmed -- overwhelmed is an understatement. I just couldn't wait to drop my 'immature' pencil and baby erasers and grab a non-eraseable pen! For me,the transition happened later than usual. It was supposed to be when i was in elementary 3 but my teacher, for reasons only know to him, postponed my destiny to hold the pen.