Stars In A Bottle Philippines

// Starting Anew//

Well you might think this too late for a post about the new year, but for me March is just the beginning of my 2014.

I left my previous job last December and from then on my mind has been exploding with ideas of what I would like to do next. I felt giddy. I found it hard to catch sleep. It also feels liberating. Almost everyday, I looked up on Pinterest, Etsy, Facebook, and numerous blogs until I came up with an idea of starting my own business.

I thought I might as well get risky and start a business now when I have little to lose, rather than later when I already have a family of my own. If I fail now, I’ll learn how to deal with it and won’t have regrets because I tried, and there are a lot more things that I am capable of doing.

The borders of entrepreneurship are endless.

I’d like to live my life artistically so I want my tiny business to have something to do with art and fun.

This March, I re-opened MA-ARTSY SHOP

And will go out on a venture with LIGHT SPARKLE PHOTOBOOTH

Also, this coming April with my mom

Everybody’s welcome to drop by and check us out!

Yes, I’m elated even if right now I’m still broke. I’m enjoying my time as a free spirit. Hehe. How about you, my friend, are you enjoying what you are doing?

At the end of the day, let’s make sure we keep this in mind(and heart):

"Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand."
 Proverbs 19:21



// Memories of Bloodletting//

Something to remember my “first” with.

At first I got so freaked out I can’t even believe I signed up for this. Haha!

So, the company that I used to work for had a bloodletting activity last December. Since I had nothing much to do that day at work, I decided to give it a try. Prior to collection, we were screened for good health (and good blood). Well, the truth is that I was slightly not qualified for the weight requirement BUT the volunteer was kind enough to consider my desire to donate blood.

Here you see me as the needle is being inserted. Seems to look painful but it wasn’t. The volunteer had an awesomely light hand I didn’t feel pain.

 Photo by Nurse Abbie

To cut the story short, I was able to fill one bag of blood. No sweat!

I am certain this won’t be my last.

Hooray for birthdays! I at least had a valid reason to bring together my family which happens only once in a blue moon.


L-R: My father Jun, brothers Mico and Popo, sister Baj, myself, and our dear princess Daynee.

My wish has been granted for which I am truly grateful to You, Lord!

Open happiness!

Open happiness!

Wish I could wear this every day! It’s my favorite dress as of the moment.

Wish I could wear this every day! It’s my favorite dress as of the moment.

I thought I already died.


Currently working on it —- leather jewelry, baby!:)


Currently working on it —- leather jewelry, baby!:)

// Early Pasko//

Christmas tree, check. Christmas lights, check.

Life-size nativity set??


Every year, it gets bigger and better! All made by my brother Joshua.

// True Love//

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words, win arguments…

Jeca, RPh,23

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"We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps." Proverbs 16:9