The Wanted & Unwanted Losses.


1: destruction, ruin

2: the act of losing possession : deprivation <loss of sight>; the harm or privation resulting from loss or separation; an instance of losing

3: a person or thing or an amount that is lost: as plural: killed, wounded, or captured soldiers; the power diminution of a circuit or circuit element corresponding to conversion of electrical energy into heat by resistance

4: failure to gain, win, obtain, or utilize; an amount by which the cost of something exceeds its selling price

5: decrease in amount, magnitude, or degree

6: the amount of an insured’s financial detriment by death or damage that the insurer is liable for

— at a loss: uncertain as to how to proceed <was at a loss to explain the discrepancy>; unable to produce what is needed <at a loss for words>

— for a loss: into a state of distress <events had thrown him for a loss>

Loss is a part of life and it will be something that will teach us lessons as we get older. Some are good or wanted, while others are bad or unwanted. We have to do our best to be thankful for the good and learn and cope from the bad.

Why do I talk about loss?

That is because this week, I experienced two losses, one good and one bad.

The good loss was the loss of a surgical complication I experienced for the past three weeks. Now that I’m relieved of the discomfort and pain, I am able to do more things on my own, but I’m not quite there yet. I’m still taking things slowly and working my way up to being fully independent.

The bad loss was really heartbreaking for me. More than a month ago, we were blessed to have our dog, Lexie, give birth to three furry pups. We saw that two were strong and one was not. About ten days after their birth, the youngest, apparently the runt of the litter, said goodbye and passed away. My mom and I thought it would be the last, but unfortunately, we were wrong.

Two days ago, we were checking up on all our dogs and saw that the middle pup was looking and moving different. He was very weak and he could barely stand up. We saw this once before in one of Lexie’s previous litters and that didn’t turn out well. He struggled to move normally and to cut things short, that very night he left us as well. It was hard to say goodbye because we saw him growing up so well, only to be taken away so quickly.

What am I trying to say?

Well, we cannot stop living when something bad happens. It was obvious that to some degree both the good and the bad losses were equal in magnitude. I learned from these experiences and I’m still learning from them. I don’t know that these are exactly or I’m still not ready to say them right now, but I will when I can clearly figure them out.

Every experience is a lesson and source of inspiration. Use what you feel to be creative.

Baby Ong and Little Runt, we love you so much. Even if you weren’t with us for very long, you’re a part of our lives and hearts. Have fun playing in doggy heaven with your older brothers and sisters.



I am Happy and Proud!

Of what, you may ask. I was able to complete my mediocre book reviews as promised. I know they were a few days late, but at least I was able to post them. They really had an impact on how I view things in life and in writing. I hope to make more book reviews and I might just get better at them. Haha!

I’m proud to be part of a community of immense creativity, beauty, and imagination. We are a great contribution to society no matter what we write.

I’m proud to be a writer.

I aim to be a published one when the time comes.

Be inspired everyday and in every way!



What Happened to my Month of May??

I don’t know if any of you are wondering with the scarcity of my posts last month.

Well, last April I was extremely excited to get into May because it was my birthday month. Unfortunately, things started to get hectic around that time with tons of schoolwork and finals exams were piled in front of me. I only had enough time to sleep, eat, and do more schoolwork. Trust me, it was frustrating. I had ideas and stories I wanted to put up for that month.

After all the chaos my school life brought, I had to under go some elective surgery that had been planned for quite some time (which has been a success so far with just some minor complications). The recovery process put me under a lot of physical stress and I had trouble moving around properly. So with that going on, I had a lot of time, but no strength or energy to work on my blog (or any of my other writing projects).

Now, I’m back to school, nearing the end of my recovery (I hope..), and as you all can see, I’m getting back on track with my blogging. I’m not sticking to the schedule I made before that was Mondays, Fridays, and Saturdays for the time being because I have a lot to catch up with here.

I’m planning for short stories or maybe a series of short stories that I could post up, if I have some sustainable plots and characters that I don’t really wish to use in a major project.

Sorry for neglecting the month of May!

Be inspired everyday in every way! Share a smile, the finest piece of art.



Learning from Hadley Sullivan…

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith (Plot)

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan’s life. She’s stuck at JFK, late to her father’s second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley’s never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport’s cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he’s British, and he’s in seat 18C. Hadley’s in 18A.

Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver’s story will make you believe that true love finds you when you’re least expecting it.

Well, it was a not-so-typical typical romance novel. Why am I saying typical twice? That’s because like every romance story, in the end, the guy gets the girl. I liked the unexpected twists and turns in the story, which made it different from your earlier romance stories. I never thought I would be reading a book like this, considering I’m not that into this genre of writing. I, personally, am a weak, weak romance writer. I can’t make a reader swoon with just a sentence or two. I am unable to make any reader’s heart flutter in the warm feeling of love and romance. I can only do that in the field of adventure. Well, enough of my self-bashing at a genre I’m not meant to write.

Let’s just say, this was the first romance novel EVER to make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I am honored to have that feeling coming from a book that was so well-written and perfect for those not that into romance stories.

What did Hadley (and Oliver) teach me?

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Lessons from Charlie the Wallflower…

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (Plot)

The novel begins in August 1991 with a teenager going by the alias of Charlie, writing to an anonymous “friend” whom he heard someone at school talking about, and decided they sounded like a nice person to write to, on the basis that he or she reportedly did not sleep with someone at a party despite having the opportunity. Charlie states that he does not want the anonymous friend to try to figure out who he is or to find him. Charlie has just begun his freshman year of high school, his brother is at Pennsylvania State University on a football scholarship, and his sister is a senior in high school. We learn that his best—and only—friend, Michael, committed suicide prior to the beginning of the book—leaving Charlie to face high school alone. Charlie often refers to his late Aunt Helen and how she was his “favorite person in the whole world” and states frequently that something bad happened with Aunt Helen, which causes Charlie to be unable to talk about her. Soon Charlie makes the acquaintance of Sam, a beautiful senior on whom Charlie develops a crush almost instantly, and her gay stepbrother Patrick, a charismatic student who is friendly to Charlie. Upon disclosing his feelings and sexual confusion to Patrick and Sam, they are not angry with him, but rather advise him how to handle his feelings privately. Sam and Patrick continue their advisory role while introducing Charlie to many people, music artists, and drugs. Meanwhile his English teacher Bill introduces him to books and encourages him to write essays about them that he will grade despite having no bearing on his English class.

This book was a hard one to crack, in terms of understanding everything. There was a lot to take in at a time, but you couldn’t really put it down. The question that constantly floated in my mind was “What will Charlie do next?”  I’m well aware that it is under the category of fiction, but I never failed to wonder if this account of different letters were actually real. It took me by surprise that a kid, even in fiction, would be able to try all those illicit acts like drinking and using drugs. I’m well aware they weren’t regular in using drugs, but it was still surprising nonetheless.

What did I learn from Charlie and his freshman year?

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I’m Feelin’ Good…

It feels invigorating now that I am able to make more posts on my blog. I look back on my first days and I’m disappointed to see so many blank days. I can’t help it, being swamped in a ton of work or having my muse go on vacation and come back when I’m at my busiest. I’ll try to go back to posting more stuff, like reviews and short stories.

But as of now, I’m feeling good, having my mind filled with things to do and pieces of art waiting to be written. I will get them down on this blog soon. I just have to keep track of my activities and time.

Wish me luck with the new semester and current writing projects!

Be inspired! Spread the creativity!