A Place called Home

There is no greater place than Home...

As  some parts of the lyrics of Diana Ross song  "Home" that says..

"When I think of Home, 

I think of a place where there is love overflowing.

 I wish I was home, I wish I was back there

With the things I've been knowing....

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back
Now that I have some direction
It would sure have been nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection.

And just maybe I can convince time to slow up

Giving me enough time in my life to grow up

Time be my friend, let me start again.

Living here in this brand new world

Might be a fantasy

But it taught me to love

So it’s real, real to me

And I’ve learned

That we must look inside our hearts

To find a world full of love

Like yours

Like me

Like Home.....

Home, a place where I was born and where I grew up, always bring upon great memories Home is also a place that I love with all my heart and soul. Well, everybody loves their home, their very own home. I love my home.

Every person has a place which she treats differently than any other, the place where she feels more comfortable than anywhere else. It is not exactly the place where the person lives – it may be some house from the past, for example, the one he or she lived during childhood in.

A home is different from a house. A house is only a building while a home is a building full of love and care.

Every person treasures a place of his own, a place where beautiful memories are embedded. Or it can be some area where an individual feels at ease. As for myself, there can be no place like this other than my home.

Our home

March 14, 2015,  I went  to my hometown in Bulacan where I knew I could find  the solace and peace I am looking within myself.  Past weeks were so stressful for me so I decided to go back where I first saw the beauty of the earth. Seeing my place where I spent my childhood  made my heart jump with joy.  

Our resting place during summer

Our home, it's a place of comfort, somewhere I look forward to going to. Although some of us may not have created it in the structural matter, we created the atmosphere and warmth to ones personal liking. Our home is much more than a physical place, it makes me feel good. Our home is my dwelling place.

Spending time with my mother gives me greater joy and peace. Indeed, no other love is greater than a mother’s love. The unconditional love she’s giving can’t be measured with any amount of material things on earth.  It is really nice to be back home.

Me and my Nanay (mother)

I love my home. I feel safe, I am comfortable and I am loved. A home can't be a home without our parents and our loved ones.  

My son, me, my mother and my daughter

My sister in law (wife of my youngest brother) me, my mother, my brother and his wife.

My daughter and son with my two (2) nieces and their grandmother

Other members of the Family

Fiona

Fiona's mother, Chassy

Flower Horn Fish

Miss me?

One day you are going to miss my boring msgs, my random calls, my silly questions. You will miss my fights, my mood swings, my arguments . You will miss my hugs and my kisses.You are going to miss my jealousy, my possessiveness and my insecurities.You will miss my chasing you, my annoying you and my irritating you. You will miss my laughter, my tears, my confessions and my innocent talks. But most of all you will miss me for the way I loved you and cared for you

Dedicated to you

 Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls.
 Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our heart,
and we are never ever the same..

               

In My Dreams

I choose to love you in silence
for in my silence I find no rejection.

I choose to love you in my loneliness
for in my loneliness no one owns you but I.

I choose to adore you from a distance
for distance shields us both from pain.

I chose to imprison you in my thoughts
cause in my thoughts, freedom is for me to decide

I choose to kiss you on the wind
for the wind is gentler than my lips.

I choose to hold you only in my dreams
for in my dreams there is no end...

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Wishing You

Wishing you happy day

Happy times in your life

Wishing you could stay

With me in my life.

Wishing you much success

In all things you do

Wishing one truth I confess

That you know I love you.

Wishing all the best

No matter where you go

To me you are above the rest

And for that I can’t let go.

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Only You

Every time the sun comes out, 
I'm waiting for you,my love
Distance can never far away 

I hope that once again we will be able to love.

Only you know what I feel,
My way of smiling and even crying my way.
Only you know me, love.
Only you know who I am.

When I'm home alone think or there is someone in front of me.
If one day something sad happens that exists only in God can be undone.
Only you know what I feel,
My way of smiling and even crying my way.

Only you know me love.
Just you know who I am.
After the end of the day I just come to you.
My heart is crying for you alone.

Nothing in this world will I forget you, even if one day for another love I lost.
Because  only you know what I feel,
Only you know me, love.
Only you know who I am.

Missing you.......

Do you still remember this poem???
(You made it for me...)

Love need not be expressed in words,

It can be felt even in silence like chords.

It is perceived by the heart and the sense.

It has a pure magical, charismatic essence.

Love need not be expected in return.

It can cause a yearning heart burn.

It is not sweet in every season.

It occurs even without a reason.

Love need not be bit of physical.

It can be mental yet whimsical.

It is sensed by the gestures one makes.

It is like an amazing self awake.

Love need not be brought to the lips

It can be seen when the eye weeps.

It is such a thing that money can't buy.

It is only of  'We' instead of  'I'

Happy Women's Day.....

TO ALL THE WONDERFUL WOMEN AROUND THE WORLD 

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!

U can get her love in the form of sister, Friend, Beloved, In the form of Mother,

In the form of Grandmother,

.....Respect  HER.....

She is a WOMAN!

Celebrate the economic, political & social achievements

 of women past, present and future. 

Women it's your day. 

For you

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing

can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity

to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel

that there is something in them

To look at the sunny side of everything

and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,

and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others

as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past

and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times

and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself

that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,

and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,

not in loud words but great deeds.

To live in faith that the whole world is on your side

so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

About Me

I do not Define Myself

I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path

I define myself by courage I've found to forge new roads

I do not define myself by how many disappointment I've faced

I define myself by the forgiveness and the faith I have found to begin again.

I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted

I define myself by how much I have loved, and been willing to love again

I do not define myself by how many times I have been knocked down

I define myself by how many times I have struggled to my feet.

I am not my pain

I am not my past

I am that which has emerged from the fire.

I am proud of my heart

It's been played, stabbed, cheated, burned and broken

But somehow still works.