Sailing on the islands of Zambales…

When the boat started it’s trail to our island destination. There was a bout between the sound of the engine roar lulling me to sleep. And the beauty that surrounds me.

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I’m falling in love with the turquoise and aqua and coral blues!

The turquoise bluish sea, which makes me wonder what lies beneath.

Can I jump?

That in my wild imaginings, if not for the other members of our group or if we have the boat all on our own, I have this wild imaginings of jumping on the water and feel the ocean floor with my bare feet, I imagine myself walloping back, struggling for my breath to surface myself out of the water. And while during my ascend,   my eyes would revel all that I can under. I am also pretty sure the boat man will assist me if my jumping to the water will come to them as a surprise. =)

The least I could do is dip and squish my feet on the water while the boat is running. Though the wondering as to how deep it is, remains a mystery to me. Not even the boat men who had spent all their lives in the sea could not fathom as well nor give me the nearest equation.

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It felt great. and soon the others are already doing it..

The waves are enticing too, the way they shine, like crystals, almost like diamonds, when the sun starts kissing them while they prance with the wind.

Shining, shimmering, splendid…

The parallel view of the pines, the pinkish tone of bonggavillas and the lush extending to the foot of the ocean shore.

The seemingly endless mountain ranges that sits quietly looking at us from a distance, almost touching the cotton-like skies in white and blue.

Mountain ranges..

The rock formations that looks the same for some, while I see them unique from each other. My soul sis exposed me to it’s grandiose and beauty and had an appreciation of it years ago. Each formation is like welcoming us to stop over and grasp its’ allure.

Stunning rock formations..
Can’t get enough of them during our sailing…
Unique in their own ways..

Witnessing all these, without a wink, I chose the latter. For it reminds me a kind of peace from within. They reminded me of God.

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-An only daughter. A mother of a 22 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Lately, I have been enjoying quilting and crafting with beaded fabrics. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! However, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, frozen yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food along w/ broccoli with prawns and mushrooms. Of all the International cuisines, Japanese food is on top of my list. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. I started writing even as a child, I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year(s) they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost both my parents already, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for others' success, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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