Something to Watch...

A rich heiress who lives in the darkness...

A swindler who lives in deciet...

Love Me Not

Jodi Picoult's Tenth Circle: A must-read book!

I've just finished reading her book "tenth circle" till page 278... a hundred and more to go. But so far, it's been great! It's not the typical love story we hear everyday, in fact, it takes a different angle, a love a father has for her daughter.

It's basically about Daniel Stone, an ex-wayward child who turned responsible beyond words the moment he became a father. Being a comic artist, he is currently working on his "tenth circle" where his real life is reflected through his main character, Duncan, whose daughter is kidnapped by an evil monster (okay. i know this sounds like some fairytale ... unbelievable story, but no. Surprisingly it doesnt.). He crosses the nine circles of hell (based on Dante's story) in search of his daughter. But wait, he discovers that everytime rage overcomes him, he gains super strength. BUt with every victor he gains against the monsters, a part of him becomes that monster.

"I am just so scared... that one day, when i do finally meet my daughter, she wouldn't even recognize me anymore, because there's nothing left of me but a beast..." (or something like that, this is not a direct quote... read the book, and see for yourself Ü)

IN real life, Daniel's daughter is raped. She is suicidal. He is desperate. His wife confessed her extra-marital affair with a student. The boyfriend is dead. Will Daniel reach his own "tenth circle"? Get a hold of this book and find out.

--- An insult doesn't have to be shouted to leave a scar, vows dont need to be whispered to be believed...

Bravo to this book! Can't wait to start reading her other book "The pact". I saw it in a bookshop at the Hong Kong Airport, but tempting as it was, too overly-priced! So i'm getting it here! =)

The advantages of ADVANTAGE TERM LIFE: avail of it!

Mulah. We need it while we're living, and still need it when we die.

From the moment we were born, we pay people. To the minute we die, we still have to pay. It just never ends!

Die. Such a scary word. Being a fiction writer, I've always written stories about people who die, why? cause it makes the romantic even more romantic! Oh, love beyond time and space,... Eternity, ... Forever... But never have i written about the characters getting themselves insured! Really!!! It was a reality i never placed in my stories... not one!!! I always only thought that dying was an emotional problem, i never really saw it as a financial issue. That everytime the heart grieves, so does the wallet knowing that it will have to cough up a gigantic amount of money all at once! Well, it's there, but i just never took the time to really look.

And now as i think about it, along Araneta, (which is a very long main road known for having the biggest and most prominent funeral homes, such as Arlington, Paz, Columbarium and now the Sanctuarium), you will notice little tents set up, where the poor, who cannot afford the high rates of these funeral homes, manage the wakes themselves. I'm sure they too have interesting stories to tell. Will it always be about the mulah?! That is why, getting insured is a good thing! (a little scary, but good), at least you'll be INSURED, whatever happens to you, you've got something to hold on to. A little regular contribution to secure your future, it is indeed a good investment. Spare your loved ones from the financial headaches, that would'nt be the inheritance you'd like to leave them, would it? Think about making that investment, cause you never really know! Check out this sites: (and see the advantages of ADVANTAGE TERM LIFE, I;m telling you, they look very promising especially as it can cater to particular needs of particular individuals)

http://www.advantagetermlife.com/
(a very light and simple site to further explain the concept of insuring yourself),

http://www.advantagetermlife.com/quote.php
(be a wise shopper, compare prices. Answer the simple survey and let them help you find the insurance scheme that's perfect for your needs),

http://www.advantagetermlife.com/premium.php
(Check out this new policy, with it, you will never have to feel like throwing away money everytime you pay your premium... money back!)

I dont know about you but my characters are getting insured next time!

blogsVERTISing: a new hobby for the material girl!

You get home from work, or say from school, you open your computer, connect. The line is busy.

You wait a little. And as your fingertips slowly drum on the wooden table, you suddenly remember about this "blogsvertise" your brother mentioned just the other day. "hey, since you love blogging so much, why not make some money out of it?" You can almost hear his voice as if it were coming from the next room. Then suddenly i hear Madonna from the radio. Im like Madonna actually, i say: "Cause we are living in a material world and i am a material girl... terial, terial... ) Yes! I love nice things. And i am a guilty shopaholic! Money's never really been an issue, but I wonder how it would feel like to actually earn the money myself. Would the money i earn somehow weigh a little heavier than money just given to me by the world's greatest financer (uhm... my parents)?

Finally. I got through. http://www.blogsvertise.com/, I quickly typed. I read the rules, the terms, and how it's supposed to be done. and i say we've got a good deal right there... So here i am, typing my first entry about blogvertise. All i have to do was answer the simple application form (totally basic! and easy to follow!), check my email (for the activation account), and here i am... typing this! (while of course, already imagining the different tasks given to me, the different products and services that will be given to me to critique... my friends always said "i always have something to say about everything"... well, now, im putting that to good use!)

I believe in fate. Serendipity, a happy and unexpected encounter, and i think this is one! The madonna music, my brother's story, ... but from here on in, "choice" steps in. I choose to believe this is a good venture, I choose to write about it. And the team from Blogsvertise will make its own choice... And so will you after reading this blog. Will you type http://www.blogsvertise.com/ on your url immediately and see for yourself? Or will you choose to dismiss the million possibilities and always wonder about what could have been? Your choice, you choose. Visit: http://www.blogsvertise.com/ for more information! You've got nothing to lose!

Together we... also FALL (a heartbreaking feast)

Can people really change? Why is it always so much easier to say that a person has changed for the worse than to say a person has changed and become better and actually mean it? Is it because deep down we know that no matter how well we forgive, we will and perhaps, can never truly forget the hurt everytime we see the scars that they've left behind? Could it be because we know that every single time we see them smile and chit-chat with us, our suspiscions will always drown out their merry voices, and while we smile back, there is always a thought of when the knife will strike again. They always said the sharpest of knives, is one that is the most silent.

Going to family gatherings used to be fun. Honestly, aside from the food, it was a way to parade who we are, what we have and most especially, what we've done. That was then. But now, after everything that has happened, it doesnt seem so much fun anymore, and i begin to ask myself how i never saw the signs! Sometimes i wish that it was truly because people have changed, and not because that's how they've always been.

There, we dont even communicate. We just smile and nod at each other as if everything were okay, clean slate. We engage in small talk, we talk about the most trivial of things like, where'd you park your car? or Oh look, your hair line's receding, but you're so young.... or I'm sorry I didnt see you were still getting from the plate...Small things, small insignificant things used to fill in the gap-- the deafening silence. It is amazing people who share so much history have nothing to talk about. Or, ... perhaps we can rephrase that into "have nothing nice to talk about anymore".

Nobody even brought a camera! What kind of a party. Really. It's not that i forgot, i remembered actually, but something in me kept pulling me back. Could it be because I didn't see anything worth capturing anyway? Or i couldn't think of any possible person with whom i want to immortalize the minutes with? I guess that's it. Funny thing is, even the other statistics didnt bring one. They probably thought the same.

The gathering ended in a very divided way. There were no kisses, Oh except for five cousins, who kissed each aunt farewell, before finally going on their own way. There were no reminders about the schedule of the next gathering. It seems as if, we just went our separate ways. Period.

I will not deny the sadness that filled my heart at that moment. We could have had it. I could have had it. But I dont. I think about the possibility of patching things up someday, and suddenly the truth comes out as i sigh and say: "Wow. That was awkward. Thank goodness it's over." And then we really go our separate ways. This is not just a thing of the moment, believe me. If there's one thing i've learned, it's that we've always been in separate paths...

I am the missing disney princess... FIND ME.

I walked through the paved floors, in my white shoes (I would like to thank my sponsor, Lacoste), and with my side-swept bangs and a smile that ran from ear to ear. Even as i slowly walked, I could feel my insides rushing, excited to breathe in everything i could possibly take. The view, the sounds of orchestra playing in the background and even the smell from the wooden furniture inside the shops. My mind, spinning faster than it ever did, trying to capture as much photographs as possible.

Welcome to Main Street. Adults were running just as if they were kids themselves, exicted and worried about the terrible line that awaits them at the ride stations. Teen-agers wearing mouse ears and jester hats, colorful balloons that appear to be floating in the air as they followed the trail of strollers. The golden signs that hung outside the large doors that were wide open, ready to embrace anyone who entered in it. Ahh.... I am home.

Disneyland, obviously, is one of my most favorite (redundancy intended) places in the world. First, because it brings back the priceless feeling of happiness and innocence from my youth, and second, because it stirs my imagination into doing what the whole theme park was all about, Dreaming. A dream is a wish your heart makes... I remember Princess Aurora sing it.

But where do we draw the line between dreaming and dillusions? When does dreaming become bad? Is it when we find ourselves staring in front of a mirror, only this time, we see a different version of ourselves, a better one. We see a person who is perfect, with the permanently blowdried hair that was always at the perfect place, with the shiny lips, and the sparkling eyes wearing the most enchanted dress. Is it when we prefer to sleep rather than stay awake, knowing that in dreams, we are who we've always wanted to be, and living the life we've always dreamed of. Or is it when we finally realize we have fallen for a guy, who doesn't even really exist?

A cousin of mine once said, I was an old woman trapped in a child's body. Today, i correct her by saying, I am, in fact, a child trapped in a woman's body.

Do we ever grow out of it? Perhaps. Maybe when we could find no more songs to dream to... maybe then, the prince charming vanishes and the real me could finally appear. But then again, MAYBE. In the meantime, I CHOOSE to continue to DREAM.