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My first pile of books included biblical stories, poems and, the Grimms' fairy tales.  This Day of World Reading or Book, I am sharing with you the books of my life.  THE MILLIONAIRE MIND. This is Dad's number one favorite he shared to me. And if you want a sequel to a broader mind of the brilliant Thomas J. Stanley, get this for the consumption of your brain.  QUIET. It answered beyond asking about oneself's intricacy for introversion.  THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI. This will lead you to change your life's perspective. MARLEY AND ME. This is an endearing journey of a labrador and the family he got.  GENOME: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SPECIES. I came to know why men cheat. HOLY BIBLE. A professor once said in his class that we should read the Bible and that every genre was there -- romance, action...

For today is mine, let my celebrity feel mode on and let the fishmongers in. My dark secrets are about to get spilled. Back to reality: My gratefulness to the                                                           of my life for making me a                                                   <goddess> (💯% narcissistic awareness),                                                                        a mother, and a .

Original concepts play 😎. Since violet is the year's color, I wanted to come up with something that was about it.  I was thrilled that very second the alliterative violet vendetta made a ping on my mind. I Google-d to add more to what violet or vendetta had aside from violet being a strip of the ROYGBIV and vendetta synonymous to vengeance. And pop! 😂 to my two surprises, one was a band and the other a lady wrestler! Whoa. 😛😅😆 Still, I pursue on the title I wanna think originally made up by me. Make way out of 2018 with exuberance. Solo parenting gets me accustomed to what not's. Profession is whetted with CPD's. Clientele is growing. 2019 calendar is now on the wall. A new 🏡 is about to be called home. More pizza to devour. More toys on the tow. New things to try on.

     Coming home? Home to where high school life empties your memory bank.      Honestly, I don't have a very happy high school life. My heartaches were three-fourths of my circle of fun. My first year diary told about excitement. I was excited about the new everything--uniform, classmates and teachers. I can picture the very first day I stood before class introducing myself -- my name, age and hobbies! More classmates came in turn up front. I remember my seatmate who found one classmate's flared up nose funny while talking. I came to imagine if my nostrils flared up the same and my seatmate reacted the same. I'd like to remember that she got to be amused and that there was no hint of bullying. At least, she was attentive. I felt that all I had was fussing over things that didn't even concern me. Add to things like these was the stiff competition over grades. I developed a bigger resentment on math subjects rooting that it was my Achilles' heel. My grandfat

Iloilo. 2014. Here I was cuddling an asleep toddler. Three years after, I was cuddling my own. Gapan, Nueva Ecija. 2014. I was with a son of a co-employee. He was one of the two siblings I date during days off from work. I brought the kids to the magically iconic fastfood to many Pinoy. Igorot Garden, Baguio City. 2011. I was doing some flexion and extension of a clinician's body one time I spared with a friend's daughter. That kid was so smart. Her mom's friends were excited spectators during her moving up her preschool days.

There is this song that plays in my mind  every Undas. It was taught when we were third graders. It was timely;that year, I with a friend sang it on an uncle's wake. That was the time I saw a family mourning. My mom's shoulder shook real hard sobbing. It was also that time  I observed ub-ubbo evident with the villagers contributing material or non-material. I met relatives I had not seen before. An uncle said, "Han kuma nga kastoy nga panagladingit santu tayo agkikita  nu di ket nu ragragsak met (It should not be these hard times we see each other but on happy days, too)." Filipinos are indeed an embodiment  of what does being close-knit mean. On the night of every Halloween, we visit graves of friends now unseen... The following lines got blur to my memory so I substituted singing to humming. Catholic Online makes clear that Halloween is a secular holiday on the night before November 1. It adds that All Saints' Day fall on November 1 and is a holy day of o