RUBY TUESDAY: sparkLing RED poLvoroN..

isn't it grand how this simple treat greets all the lonely corners of your eye?
it's amazing that this treat i knew when i was 4years oLd is stiLL aLive today.. the Legacies the times leave behind is superb! Polvoron still has that same old-school feel it had 17years ago.. although, polvoron is unknown to some, it feels HOME to many.. GO polvoron! ^_^

Things i USED to do as a CHILD...

1.) Climb Tall trees..
(Now i still do, but i get reprimanded..)

2.)Run around ANYWHERE BUTT-NAKED...
(there's no explanation why i don't do that anymore..)

3.) Play under the RAIN..
(Now, people ASK my AGE..)


4.) CRY for milk..
(Now, i have to make my own..)

5.) Eat loLLipops for breakfast..
(Now? no can do.. CAVITIES ATTACK)

6.) Be all Cute and get double portions for cake and stuff..
(Now, i only get it from people who THINK i'm cute..

7.) Order anything i WANT when i'm sick or SAD from school..
(now, i have to buy my own medicine..)

8.) Get KISSED when i trip over a ROCK
(Now, i get yelled at for being CLUMSY)

9.) get PRAISED for a lousy DANCE/SONG..
(Now, they tell me to TRY HARDER)

10.) Ask what a word means and still be called CUTE..
(now, i'm called stupid or illiterate..)

11.) go with my pops inside the men's comfort room..
(Now, i have my own "LADIES ROOM")


there are several things i have to GROW OUT OF.. and several things i have to GROW INTO.. for some of us, we grow up.. and others.. grow DOWN..

Scratch beneath the surface

"Look beyond what you see" is a line by TIMON in LION KING 1 and 1/2..
there are some things in life that are worth a SECOND LOOK.. WORTH another CHANCE.. sometimes it's hard to see through the smoke.. and we PRESUME things as FINAL based on what we CAN SEE with our EYES.. BASED on WHAT we HEAR with our EARS.. and most of the time, the TRUTH lies BURIED BENEATH the sand.. and we STOP LOOKING because we THINK that is THAT.. we need to SCRATCH BENEATH the SURFACE and see things HALF-HIDDEN from the eye.. whether they're PEOPLE, FACTS, BEAUTY left UNDISCOVERED, PASSION left UNDONE or anything that's TAKEN FOR GRANTED.. picture a beautiful painting placed beside a DUSTY and worn-out one.. the colorful painting will attract more and more viewers.. but, the one beside it the most PRICELESS of them all.. but, no one pays any attention.. if you take time and dust it.. maybe you'll find yourself chasing a mystery.. not everything is as it seems.. a smile could hold a thousand sorrows inside.. a bowed head could mean a silent rejoicing.. a rumored defeat could mean a hidden victory.. whatever there may be.. we all must SCRATCH BENEATH THE SURFACE and LOOK BEYOND WHAT WE SEE..

Little star (an old poem)

i have a secret that i want you to keep

i picked up the stars last night while they were fast asleep

they were twinkling so bright that i couldn’t miss

picking a handful and blow them with a kiss..

but, i was awakened with the sound of them, crying..

"bring us back home or our light will continue dying.."

so, i slowly placed them back to the sky..

but a little star gave me a woeful sigh..

it said it wanted itself to stay..

said "now i have fallen, it would be an honor to be blown away.."

i smiled and told the star that i agree..

"i’ll wrap you with a ribbon and blow you away for free.."

now, i have in my palm a star, no longer blue

twinkling happily as i blow it away to you..

the other stars are sadly looking down..

as though, they’re looking at the only star with a crown..

because the little star now twinkles happily as it was blown..

and it has made your heart its second home..

aN ode to a happy thoughT..

it's been 7 months since my grampa died.. it's the first time i experienced death from the closest kin since i was 4years old. i must say, handling grief is never easy.
My grandfather was the closest resemblance i had of a father. he was a retired army soldier of WW1.
we had been together since i was 9 when my parents got separated and i had been living with my mom in my grandfather's house. i must say i still cry whenever i remember him. he was like a bestfriend to me. like a happy thought. he did promise to hold on to his life until he sees me graduate. unfortunately, he died on november 13, 2009 (friday the 13th).. my graduation was MARCH2010..
i wanted to give him my diploma when i got to that stage.. to see him smile at me and hear him say he's proud of me..
but, death is inevitable and unpredictable. When i got home from that field trip with my college classmates, i took a peep and saw him sleep like a baby. i then slept inside my room that was beside my granpa's room. i was awakened with my tito's screaming that my lolo stopped breathing.. at that moment, i couldn't move. i was sleeping in the room next to my dead grandfather's room and that wasn't the horrific part. the part where i saw him motionless in his bed was when i froze. everyone else was busy reviving him but i just stood there...

but now, i have in my room my diploma...
somehow, it's a bitter-sweet victory for me...

my name is..

what's in a name?
the name KEENA is a Hebrew word that means JUDGED..

A name in the olden days embodies the person and his destiny. but does that mean that i'm gonna be JUDGED forever? no way! just as Jacob wrestled with God and would not let him go till HE blessed him. hence, the morning came and GOD changed his name to ISRAEL. he was blessed!(Genesis 32:22-31)

because He had "..struggled with GOD and with men and have overcome..." (vs.28)
so, i will never allow myself to be Judged forever. i will OVERCOME..