day 111 of 365...

i miss writing...really, i wish i have more time for sleep or more time for things that does not involved sleeping. I've been very intimate with my bed, my comfort zone...or that couch that i take power naps at the office lounge, i don't know if i snore. well i don't care about that anymore.

i just thought i must have a little update of my not so updated 365 project. i thought i can post something on a daily basis but sigh sigh sigh...at least i am still on with this project. and it really helps me express myself somehow. and i thought i have a lot to say but for now i am all sigh...still overwhelmed on everything happening to me... feel blessed but stressed at the same time. anyways,i am thankful that i can handle things, hopefully, i could...so help me God... i still don't have that dream camera or a dream phone for a camera. but i read from somewhere that the best camera is what you have. :)

well i am just gonna sigh for now. i think this is what i am good at...sighing

ang munting salu-salo

couleurs de l'été

my poem..."softly "

 her birthday dress&her french macaron necklace

I tried my hands with these fabric peonies. I found this amazing link for zadee's paris birthday

I need to save a lot so this site has been very helpful for my perspective for this project.

http://www.creaturecomfortsblog.com/

oh the places you'll go...

"Oh the places you'll go

You're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
                   
                         ~Dr. Seuss

                        

 I owe a credit to this link for the... Paris print  of the envelope

 

 

 

                       

...dreaming of Paris

A Paris

Regardant te ciel couleur miel

 Qui embrasse ce fleuve

Qui doucement se couchant

nous chuchote bonsoir

nous restons hypnotises,

 

sur ce pont

 

Audessus de la Siene

words by

suki salvador

les fleurs

Hensley's poem is just beautiful, so I thought I might post it on my blog (ay hindi nya alam hehe)

...prickles of wild roses...

 When I say:
"let us cut—
our love string".

                     Your smile succumbs,
                     petals pirouette
                                                      like cardinals leaving
                                                      a beautifully covered nest;

                     I cannot self forgive
                     for loving you until today.

I found this blue butterfly basking in my pink hibiscus, so I thought of taking a photo of it.

since when did I become a butterfly paparazzi?

  

my pink pitiminis, I don't know why they are called this name

and my november's first bloom, a yellow rose

the weeks just go too fast, and it's zadee's birthday on wednesday. I am just out of words on days like this, and maybe some simple photographs can make me express that I am thankful for a good life

november morning breeze

it's the first day of november again, a day for Mama...and I still wonder why roses don't bloom in november...specifically on the first day. I went to the florist, and he told me that he can't make roses for Mama this time, so roses are really hard to find in this event, and we are miles away from Dangwa...I said okay with a sigh and ordered four arrangements of these, have to go to the cemetery before these flowers topple on my coffee table

it feels somewhat like a distant memory...

so it's been two years

not until now that I realized that it has been two years since I started this blog. I could still remember myself bemoaning about my dysfunctional computer, so many things have happened...some happy, some sad but everything is worth writing about...very thankful to jac for introducing me to blogspot since I find it hard to be so active in allpoetry nowadays especially when my muse comes to me like a once in a blue moon epiphany

and for my babydoll whom I share this blog with...

 it sure feels good to sing together to a song that we both love :)

my apologies for the laughter and giggles

and the incorrect lyrics at the end

these are your gifts...

love, bayo

love it

my new dress :)

it's my second one for the record.Thanks Ken

and my pink watch is a gift from my cousin Monique

I am so blessed :)

Zadee's all smile with her new chucks

her old ones are dingy and too small for her

She wants to say thank you too:)

pictorial roses

roses by kooky tuason

The roses

in your tongue

pass through my lungs

reaching

for butterflies that flutter

freely

in my stomach

staring at you

staring at me

beaming smile

your scent

caress

you impress

my arms

to produce

a well-watered garden

feeding

on your roses...

[I found this poem at KC Concepcion's multiply account. it wasn't actually this poem that I am looking for but an info that I've read in a newspaper about Romancing Venus and then I got into her blog, saw this poem

and love it

so today's venus in transit, huh]

rosas by Hensley Banzales

Yes, you freeze the pain
like nobody else does. 

You are the most fragile that blooms --

a flower that sits as a flower,

fully-blushing, almost red,

naked as a lover waiting to be loved.  

[it's one of my favorite poems from him, I wish I could write a poem about a rose the way he do]

I am happy when my roses are blooming because I don't have that so-called green thumb

so every time  a  new one blooms

I'd like to capture it in pictures

red velvet and a no bake cake

back to no bake stuff  now that ate Rachel’s back in Dubai.

Zadee and I shared this oreo dessert during Mother’s Day

no bake oreo dessert

Zadee with Ate Rachel's red velvet cupcake

les roses oranges dans mon jardin

my roses didn’t bloom with their usual size, probably because, it's too hot

this season and I never thought Bukowski would be writing about roses, oh well...

thanks Ken for the french translation :)

"We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom

when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted

with waiting."

~ Charles Bukowski

Sunday and orange mornings...

Hello morning

Morning blues, it’s been raining again…

long weekend is over

Polkape

and LeeLeeput had his book signed by Lourd, kainis...daya naman

A single rose can be my garden..." ~Leo Buscaglia

a glimpse of the morning light, after weeks of monsoon rains...

It’s been a long time since I’ve held my camera…finally a glimpse of the morning light through zadee’s bedroom window,

it's been pissing rain for weeks now

a view of the first morning light

I am so late on posting these...I had the chance to clean my malagubat room...applying floorwax and the works...sorting out throw aways. I had the chance to take photos too.I'll name these photos...exhibit ABC of cleanliness

 I love my smiley pillow :)

 I had the chance to do zadee's school notebooks too :)

 "when all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways, I don't like it..." ~froufrou playing dress-me-ups, this is the only decent dress and my one and only imo

Paperbacks

There are no new stories. It all depends on how you handle them. In romances the characters are going to fall in love with each other; you know that when you see the syrupy cover. It's how they get there that's the fun." ~ Jude Deveraux

I think I graduated from reading Jude Deveraux...although, I still have some of her books that I bought unread. These two are special to me, The Princess was a gift from my lola on my College graduation and The Conquest is a gift from my Mom...plus these two are my most favorite novel she did...

pitas

"Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse." ~ Robert A. Heinlein

summer in her hands

so we fell in love with this cheery yellow bloom and I have to take a photo of her with it. :)