The Fault finder

You will live a lonely and miserable life
if you keep finding fault in every little thing.


I’ll try to write a full article on this, hopefully. 😉

Letter to Kellie

Dear Kellie,

It’s still clear in my memory. The look in your eyes, the touch of your small hands, the yawn you make, your smile, your soft cry, the double chin and the round belly.

To have you in my life is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Each day was filled with excitement as I patiently wait for you to come out of my womb – to see you, to touch you, to kiss you, to carry you in my arms. And when you came, oh you were so beautiful, so fragile. And I prayed to God: “Dear Lord, thank You for this precious one. I promise that I’ll take care of her, guide her under Your teachings so that she’ll grow up in Your love and protection.”

Where did the time go? Has it been twenty years already?

In a snap of a finger, you’ve become a grown woman. One day, you’ll get a job, get married, have a child of your own, probably be a grandmother.

But to me, you’re still my baby, my precious one. And no matter how old you will become, for as long as I live, I will be here for you.

Happy birthday, Kellie! I love you.

I love

I love
when we watch BTS concert online
or our favorite basketball team.
We scream, we sigh, we laugh and we clap.
Most important of all,
we enjoyed it so much.


I was a basketball fanatic when I was in high school until college. Then, I got married, had my daughter and became busy with motherhood and work, and had no time to watch basketball anymore. I was surprised that my daughter was a big basketball fan when I didn’t even introduce it to her. What’s even more surprising is that we root for the same local team! In NBA, I go for Stephen Curry and she goes for LeBron James.

Because of her, my passion for basketball was rekindled.

With BTS, the Korean boy band, she made me listen to one of their songs and although I didn’t understand it at first, I was an instant admirer of one of the voices in the group. Since then, we’ve watched all their shows and concerts online. We even watched their live concert when they stopped in our country as part of their World Tour.

Currently, I am taking up free Korean Language lessons provided by the company where I work.

Thank you for letting me share with you one of the bonding moments I have with my daughter.


We call them by different names depending on the country we live in.

In the Philippines, we call our mothers Inay, Nanay, Inang, Nanang, Mudra, Mamang and we have adopted Mama and Mommy (and its variations) from other countries, as well.

Me and my siblings call our mother Nanay.

My mother with her horses. I don’t know the name of the horse she’s with but the horse on the right photo is Gung Ho, the beloved. 😁 Special thanks to Michele Lee of My Inspired Life ( 🥰

My mother and my daughter Kellie. Right photo is my mother and my niece Jiko. Old photos. 😊

My mother in her farm.

My mother and father.

My daughter also calls me Nanay. It’s music to my ears whenever she calls me Nanay. On her phone contacts, she named me Mother Earth. 😅 She calls my two sisters Mama and Mommy. And my nieces, in turn, call me Nanay.

Let’s thank our mothers for the love they’ve given us not just today but everyday. They may not be the perfect moms in the world but their love and care for us is incomparable.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!

I love

I love
when you said your first word
More so when you properly said


Image from the web

Nanay is a Filipino word for Mother. That’s how my daughter calls me. 🥰🤗😊