Accidental Artist

My husband is an artist, I am not.

We used to work together as graphic artist-copywriter, and it was during those extended hours in the advertising department of APGC that my curiosity for palettes and pantone came to life. I had no formal training but I was armed with a desire to pursue something that is not within my comfort zone. It was all I needed.

Fast forward to today, I am not even sure if I qualify to be called an artist, designer, and whatever else it’s labeled, all I know is that I am having one amazing ride.


Backstory : Ekamai International School is the first international school in Bangkok Thailand.


The best president PH never had

Dear MDS,

We chatted over onesies during a 3-day store-wide sale in the bustling SM Cubao. You had three close in security escorts but I managed to get into you because I needed something not for myself but for my friend Ton who adored you big time. You even asked me if green would be good for a baby boy, and I replied “I am not sure because my kids never wear anything except white.” “I will go for white then,” you said.

You held my hand, leaned in to ask what I needed and gladly obliged to my request for an autograph. “What is your friend’s name?” I blurted Ton. “Is he Antonio, can I write Antonio instead of Ton?”

We parted with big smiles and even wished me well for my master’s comprehensive exam. That swift but sheer encounter led to extensive research and reading of your past and present papers, books, journals and even your love and downtime with Heart Evangelista.

We had more than a minute encounter but for some reason I felt connected, encouraged, and valued. This could be a good enough reason to miss you and your love for justice, education, and the law.


grabbed from web. CTO


I voted for you twice as president, by the way.

Backstory : Mirriam Defensor Santiago or MDS served in all three branches of government in the Philippines. Her resume is incredibly awesome. She died in her sleep today. Even in death she never fail to amaze.



There are days I only see either black or white. Not that I am grieving as what those colors normally suggest but because even if there are abundance of hues, the blacks and the whites of certain situations are sometimes overwhelming.

Be your BEST today for the potter designed you to be.

This morning’s staff devotional was an eye opener. A beautiful reminder that I should always strive for my inner colors to shine not for myself but for my Potter’s glory.

It’s comforting to know that we were designed in His image and likeness. That despite our imperfections and stubbornness, God will love us just the same.

Backstory : Subin Hyun, my korean journalism student captured the above image as her submission for the monochrome class project for SY 2015-2016.


I did not vote for him but 15,970,018 did, making him the 16th president of my dear republic. Today is his first day of work in the palace hailed as the most powerful place in the whole archipelago.

Like any big event the media both traditional and digital were on their toes ensuring that every citizen get bits and pieces of the historic inauguration, detailing the distinguished guest list, tight security, interesting first family’s fashion and glam. All these are of lesser interest to me because just like previous inaugurals, I am more determined to know how the new president will speak to me, and how his words will directly impact me as a single mom/OFW/registered voter.

I was grateful that his almost 15 minutes speech was exactly timed during my lunch break in Bangkok and so I had the opportunity to concentrate and digest most of his narratives. Here are some lines that personally hit me:

 “No leader, however strong, can succeed at anything of national importance or significance unless he has the support and cooperation of the people he is tasked to lead and sworn to serve”.

So even if I did not vote for him, he acknowledged that he needs my support (however that small) to succeed.

“Erosion of faith and trust in government – that is the real problem that confronts us”.

One of the reason, I left my flourishing corporate career in the Philippines was because of my love-hate relationship with the bureaucracy.

“Indeed ours is a problem that dampens the human spirit. But all is not lost”.

I have ten thousand reasons to give up due to numerous challenges being a single working mom, and at times I am pushed to the brink but hope always finds me.

 “I serve every one and not only one.”

Now I feel elated that I am part of the 102,234,130 people that he will reach out in the name of public service.

Carry on your excellency!


Grab from web. Credit to owner.

Backstory : Rodrigo “Rody” Roa Duterte, popularly known as Digong is the first president from Mindanao.


I’m on a self-imposed social media diet limiting my intake only to messenger to connect to family members in three different time zones and an occasional urge to share a capture over FB’s sister company instagram. Other than those, most of my time lately is basked on finishing a BIG dream, TED, Super Soul Sessions, Amazing Facts, Harry’s Last Lecture, Commencement Charge, and Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday.

I am a logophile and I have so much admiration for people who can put thoughts brilliantly together but I am even more impressed and have high respect for people who can act on their thoughts to change the world, to affect the majority and command change in a heartbeat. In my own private space, I would often ask myself, is that even possible for me? How do I start? Will I ever get the courage to take that first step?

Then I met Marianne Deborah Williamson, an American spiritual teacher, author and lecturer who has published eleven books, including four New York Times number one bestsellers through Oprah’s super soul TV. Her prayer in the book Illuminata had changed the way I prayed.


Here’s an excerpt..

Dear God,
I give this day to You.
May my mind stay centered on the things of spirit.
May I not be tempted to stray from love.
As I begin this day, I open to receive You.
Please enter where You already abide.
May my mind and heart be pure and true, and may I not deviate from the things of goodness.
May I see the love and innocence in all mankind, behind the masks we all wear and the illusions of this worldly plane.
I surrender to You my doings this day.
I ask only that they serve You and the healing of the world.
May I bring Your love and goodness with me, to give unto others wherever I go.
Make me the person You would have me be.
Direct my footsteps, and show me what You would have me do.
Make the world a safer, more beautiful place.
Bless all Your creatures.
Heal us all, and use me, dear Lord, that I might know the joy of being used by You. Amen.

I have been busy and crazy figuring out how I can be an agent of change when all I needed to do is ask God to bring me to that beautiful place. It doesn’t have to be as grand as Delai Lama or Martin Luther because right from where I stay is the best place to start.

Backstory : This week TED is celebrating its 10th year of spreading ideas.


Secret Love Song

When you hold me in the street
And you kiss me on the dance floor
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough

It’s obvious you’re meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep
But I’ll never show it on my face

But we know this.
We got a love that is homeless

Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

[Jason Derulo:]
When you’re with him, do you call his name
Like you do when you’re with me? Does it feel the same?
Would you leave if I was ready to settle down
Or would you play it safe and stay?

Girl, you know this.
We got a love that is hopeless

Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

And nobody knows I’m in love with someone’s baby
I don’t wanna hide us away
Tell the world about the love we’re making
I’m living for that day

Why can’t I hold you in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that we could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours, I’m yours

Oh, why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftop
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

Why can’t we be like that?
Wish we could be like that

Backstory : Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. This is the best cover of Secret Love Song ever.

A thank you shout out for you!

The rain is intermittent from where I usually do my morning routine of checking and responding emails both personal and professional. I peeked into the window’s blinds and carefully observed the magical glittering drops of water from above. It was such a serene sight to behold and its sound made it even more enticing to engage in this mundane pleasure of present stillness.

The rain stopped that served as an apparent cue to go on with my daily grind. As I walked to check the day’s headlines, piles of sorted English books greeted me. From where I am now, it’s kind of rare to find them. I had instant palpitation and a sudden soar of desire to take them all. I asked where it was headed since it was neatly piled and sorted according to genre. “Someone just dropped it in for anyone to take,” our receptionist said.


Wow! What a kind soul you are!

Backstory : The books came from Malaysia, India, Italy, US, Singapore, Africa and Japan based on its price tags. I wish I can have 30 minutes of your time to exchange our shared love for books and travel.