Waking Up To Dreams

No the image does not go with the post. I just love these booties, that's all ;-)

After much thinking, I have finally settled for the theme of my debut book. I love writing short stories and the part I enjoy the most in them is making seemingly small moments as monumental as they really are sometimes. Please check out my selection of short stories here on the perfect line on the "Short Stories" link on the top menu bar. If you get time to read any of them, please take out a minute or two and leave a comment for any feedback you may have, any area you think needs improvement. Just pick one whose title grabs your attention. It would be so great if you could! 


So, it's like I was putting off writing this first book that I had so much heart into because I wanted to have the perfect person to share it with. No time wasting trying to decide who would be the perfect one to name on my dedications page. This dream is mine to create, and my parents to have and enjoy, wholly. Life waits for no one, then what am I waiting for? I'm a go getter now and I love the new me! God willing, you're soon going to know me by my soon-to-be hard cover book in your favorite book store! 


P.S. Thank you SO MUCH for the email messages, especially new year wishes, comments and your participation on my Facebook fan page. I'm very tight on schedule these days with a full time job that takes so much of time but which I absolutely love. I try my best to respond to all your emails, and will be back to replying to all your comments one by one. Just that for now, I need to focus a bit more on my career, since I'm learning new things every day. You guys are just awesome! *mwah!*

You know how to reach me.

Cheers!

- WarmSunshine

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Unfinished Stories

Unfinished stories have a way with calling out to you by your name. There is something vulnerable about them that invites nurturing; like a crying child who loses the way home. These unfinished stories want you to cradle them in your arms once more, to soothe them, deal with all their loose ends and complete them. How desperately you want to give in to all this subtle imploring and play the woman, the ever-nurturing mother. But what you don't know is that they want to seep into your system. That's is the only chance they have for survival. Do not let these abandoned tales get to you. They are like slow poison. Run far, far away.

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A New Year Message

I am fantastic

brilliant

vibrant

full

of

life

a bright shining star

years do not define me

i define years.

i promise to

live up to myself

each day, this year

rules shall not bind me

i shall define those rules

set goals

and leave examples

i shall not tread

where the ordinary go

this year

i leave marks

where not every one

dare to go

i'll dance

to my own tune

move my

own way

scream to be heard

whisper in love

i'll be better

than each yesterday

i'll be optimistic

for each tomorrow

i am a woman

and i'm fantastic

in each and every way.

and this time around

years will not define me

i shall define years.

- Dedicated to all the wonderful women out there

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Perfect Liners!

MAY THIS YEAR BRING THE BEST YOUR WAY! 

Cheers~

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Tell me, princess... when did you last let your heart decide?

I have a confession to make. I've had lots of absurd crushes and one of them was Aladdin and I was jealous sour of Jasmine. I mean, who could miss that dashing smile Aladdin had? Or the way he would brush his fingers through his hair when he wanted to act smart. The boy who looked cute in tatters became the handsomest guy on screen when Genie transformed him into Prince Ali Ababwa. 


I just felt like sharing this photo with you lovely girls tonight. Don't we all have so many childhood memories associated with Disney classics? Aladdin still manages to be on the top! They are like a treasure trove of lessons and ideals for life Stand up for yourself; Find your place in the sun; The good always wins over the bad; You're beautiful just about as much you are at your heart; Beauty is skin deep, ugliness isn't; THERE IS MAGIC, only if you believe; HOLD ON TO FAITH; A happily-ever-after; so much more! Before you go, princess, when did you last let your heart decide? Think about it. Cheers!

P.S. I'm coming back to writing fiction very soon. Down with flu. Yukh.

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No Place Left In Heaven

How would you feel if you opened your eyes to see your body lying on the floor and a horrifying realization dawns upon you that you are so-very-dead and TRAPPED!? Yikes! You see all the people you care about going about their daily chores, they have moved on, life has moved on, it's only you who is stuck at a dot where there is no touch, no sound, no sense of time and space. You are just one invisible lot of immense cold. And with time, you start growing hands and arms, a head hovering in thin air but that's all the reflection you can get off the full length bedroom mirror. Freaky? Totally!

I'm reading Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger, inspired by her International bestseller, The Time Traveler's Wife. The above lines are from one of the characters in Her Fearful Symmetry. The Time Traveler's Wife was a splendid book. It spoke to me on different levels, but mainly on the level only women can connect. Ah I think I'm gonna go and watch the movie finally. Never was able to have the courage of seeing the movie, the book was just too perfect for me. Tonight shall be it! I need a dose of mushiness and romance tonight because I just dread the thought of a Monday and a loooong week ahead. (In case any of my bosses are reading this, I love my work! Completely!!)

Clare, Henry, here I come! Promise to sweep me off my feet tonight because I just love your love story!


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A Haiku: Wonder - Wordful Wednesday

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"a dazed bird sits

in old forgotten alleys of

a bright human world"

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My Lonely City

A lonely city this is. I watch the sun go down with my deep brown eyes. It gives off shadows that spread like dark winged angels on my city that shines as a diamond by the radiant sun. I watch. The tall buildings. I think of the people living in each of them. People with budding hearts, hearts the beat, hearts that resonate with love. One of those hearts belong to me, that darling, silent, unknown heart that I have known for all time. 

A lonely city this is. I watch scores and scores of people, and yet, sometimes it seems like a barren, deserted place. A lonely car I see far off, headed towards an unknown destination. An unknown journey. Take me with you, silent rider, and may be in the midst of not knowing, I'll strip off the last layer of camouflage that suffocates my skin, bare myself to you, in the hopes that you will know me for all my ugliness, for all my weaknesses, for all my sorrow.

A lonely city this is. Let's leave its quiet loneliness behind and drive away to our new mysterious stopping point. I want to lose my silence in yours. Tell me all your sorrows and may be, just may be, you can be convinced that I am what your dying heart needs. Your faint heart beat needs two warm hands to hold it and keep it from fading. Let those hands be mine. Then may be, you won't have to leave my lonely city by nightfall like this. May be , the loneliness won't intimidate you any longer, and may be you'll stay. For me. 

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