Digging Up Your Digs

500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?


A framed or laminated photo of my little one playing or holding a 21st century gadget. I don’t have a chest of gold but I have numbers of photo albums and frames of my daughter that I really keep in a safe place. There are unexpected disasters or calamities like floods or earthquakes in the Philippines so I have them all in a safe ground. Just protecting all precious memories. 🙂



My Ultimate Vending Wish

Daily Prompt: Vending Wishes

Soft drinks, electronics, nutrient-free snacks — you can get all of those from a vending machine. But what type of vending machine is sorely needed but doesn’t yet exist? Share your automated retail fantasies with us!


After my every snacks or meal I go to this machine.

I insert coins.

It’s door opens.

I get inside and few minutes later…

I come out few pounds less.

Everyday I go to this machine until I get back to my ideal weight and size.

I will call it slimming vending machine…


(this sounds weird, haha)

I used to weigh 50kls in 2006. After the baby in 2013, I weighed 67 kls. Due to my desire to at least drop a few kilos, I started my diet and exercise 3 weeks ago. Now I’m down to 63. 🙂 I wish the vending machine is real so that getting slim is a no sweat process!

Daily Prompt: Seasonal Scents – Summer in the Pacific

Seasonal Scents

S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer?


Unseen and loud crickets rule the night,

While fireflies flash like Christmas lights.

Humid air is among the palm trees

Leaving us feeling sweaty and damp.

In the morning, dew vanishes quickly among the dusts

as the dazzling sun finds its way up.

In the kitchen mama’s ready with her summer special

Fruitshake, grilled fish, barbecue…

Ahh smell that destroy your diet and make you famished

Forget not what father displayed on the table.

Fresh fruits and coconut wine

And look! Brother has Frangipani especially for me

While little sister looks fab in her bikini.


The waves in the beach summon

Look farther, the sea charms with its crystal waters

It’s shimmering under the sun

And from where I stand

The smell is salty, it smells of mud and of composts

and of rotten logs and twigs in the delta,

where the river meets the sea.

Ahh Summer in the Pacific!

Smells mouthwatering food from our kitchen

and fresh roses from my neighbor’s garden

Just also like a Thai Fruit Salad

Smells sweet, salty, sour, and fruity too!

The Daily Post: Right to Brag


I am proud to say that for the first time in eight years of teaching, I accepted my current task without complaints 😀 I survived too in my daily challenges of teaching impulsive and headstrong adolescents.

Life was a little easier with a working space like this…
but it gets tougher with a working station like this… These books are from one class of 49 students…had to mark 4-6 pages each. Books and notebooks of another 12 classes with 30+ students are hidden… 🙂

Yes, I complain a lot. But this time I prefer silence for moaning gets me nowhere. Besides I only have less than 2 months to work like these. After that I will be a full-time mother. And the decision to give up teaching and be a full-time homemaker is the proudest and toughest thing I’ve made these days.

Sydnee at 8 months
Sydnee at 8 months

Most importantly, I’ve never been prouder in my life for having this little girl! She’s the best decision we’ve ever made.

5 of 100 Blessed Mornings…



It’s Friday!

And it’s the last school day of May! I’ve been waiting for you to come and bid May goodbye! I can feel June air in the near distance on this lovely morning.

I hope today is a good day unlike how my Thursday ended. Despite my whines and sighs I managed to chose goodness and that’s what’s important. Today, I promised myself to refrain from swearing because of another’s shortcomings rather stretch my patience a little. 😀

Have a lovely Friday everyone!

Daily Prompt: Good Fences?

DSC_0241Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell us a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or… you get the point). 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us NEXT DOOR.


DSC_0232My little space is my haven and I am peaceful in here. My neighbors are Thai people and I’m glad to be next door to them. They are peace-loving and polite people; they don’t play loud music, no banging of doors and even late night parties. If they do so, only on reasonable and special occasions. I guess I found a perfect place to shelter my weary body and mind after the day’s work. Although they don’t start a conversation or even try to have one with me because of the language difficulty, I can sense they’re nice. No word but all smiles is fine with me especially I’m not fluent in Thai to explain or converse with them. So, I find that so harmonious because I want my home to be always in order and quiet. My neighbors say ‘sawadee kha/kap (hi/hello) when I catch them on the stairs on my way to work or back from work, at the laundry area or even when I see them at the nearest shops. For over 4 years of my stay in my apartment, I never heard any trouble caused by the nearby residents.

My neighbors are just perfect for me!

Daily Prompt: Fear Factor – Fear of Caterpillars

Only recently I had a terrible experience with caterpillars. The more I try to stay away from them, the more they seem to attack me and it looks as if they knew I have extreme fear of their kind. The cause of my fear of caterpillars is unknown. I just don’t have a heart for them and as I grow older, an unexplainable dread towards them developed increasingly.

206334_10150145167052484_5985454_aOne day I had no idea how one caterpillar got on to my hair and stayed long there or in my shirt without my knowledge. I noticed a few minutes later, I feel a stinging itchiness around my neck and shoulders. I scratched the itchy area of my neck until it became red and I know sooner or later I could bleed my skin. Yet long before I could manage to further damage my skin, I saw the caterpillar crawling on my arm. Out of fright, I maneuver a hearty scream that made all people around me stare in awe and confusion as to what was happening to me. I was on a public bus en route to city to see few relatives then which explained why I could not change shirts to avoid more itchiness from the creepy creature that traveled around to whichever part of my shoulders, neck or head. The thought of it brought goose bumps!

 Too late to learn that vinegar is a good cure of caterpillar-caused skin inflammation. Although, a Tiger Balm and a virgin coconut oil was of great help to lessen the prickle at the time. My relatives provide some for me to ease the itchy feeling.

My caterpillar tragedy did not start or end that day. As if fate toyed and tested my endurance and patience to these miniature monsters. I saw bunch of black tiny caterpillars on the way to work before the bus incident. They marched in battalions that set me off to a zigzag walk. And the day after the bus drama, a huge one managed to enter my room uninvited. These pissed me off and saddened me at the same time. How can these little living things intimidate me? However I run away from these crawlies – centipedes, caterpillars, millipedes, etc., I always see them anywhere. So I decided to buy plenty of Baygon spray and spray all over the room floors and walls hoping they stay away for awhile so at least I can regain composure from their terrorism.

To calm my pounding heart I posted on Facebook as a status: Just posted a note outside my door: “NO ENTRY, all creepy crawlies and caterpillars! Death Penalty awaits violators!”


My entry to Daily Prompt: Fear Factor

Daily Prompt: Sad But True

“You are sarcastic!” finger_pointing_027

“My natural-born sarcasm, when it’s unimpeded, can be a bit overbearing at times and I’m the first to admit that.” This is a statement said by a certain Tom Bergeron about being sarcastic and I would say the same words to admit my guilt.

Is being sarcastic awful? If it is, I’ve been bad for a very long time. I always hear my contemporaries say I’m sarcastic. They say I am offendingly blunt or tactless and they hate me more when I tell them back I’m just being honest and direct.

In Southeast Asia, especially in Thailand, being sarcastic, a critic or direct is disliked and people keep away from you. The ‘saving faces’ attitude and overrated ‘politeness in speech’ of the Asians make you feel bad if you’re a natural sarcastic especially if you don’t use discretion with your sarcasm. As a matter of fact, a colleague accused me of being ‘extremely sarcastic and horrible person’ and she demanded the company to sack me from my job. Fortunately, I remained at work because sarcasm is not a ground for dismissal 🙂 or probably the boss was sarcastic too! 😀

I know that sarcasm must be used with vigilance or it can really cut deep and I know too that sometimes I forget being kind in words so I tried to change my strong sarcasm. It has soften nowadays because I don’t want to hurt more people’s feelings. But may I add that I realized I’ve been totally arrogant before probably because of the type of people I deal with. Sometimes our actions and speech vary in the type of people and environment we’re in. 😀

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Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’e ever gotten. Does it still apply?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us HARSH.