Though I keep on telling myself that love songs make me sick, I recently found myself listening to Jim Brickman's "Beautiful" over and over again.

Listening to this song makes me feel like special, so beautiful. What more if someone will personally sing this song to you. Isn't it nice?

Just try to listen to the song. You'll definitely understand why I'm feeling like this.


Jim Brickman

From the Moment I saw you,
from the moment I looked into your eyes
there was something about you
I knew I knew
that you were once in a life time
a treasure near impossible to find
and I know how lucky I am to have you

Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away
the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day
and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few
but I've never seen beautiful as you

Holding you in my arms
no one else has fit so perfectly
I could dance forever with you, with you
and at the stroke of midnight
please forgive me if I can't let go
cause I never dreamed I'd find a Cinderella of my own

Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away
the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day
and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few
but I've never seen beautiful as you

Chorus repeat:
Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away
the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day
and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few
but I've never seen anything...
Oh Oh, Oh no, I've never seen beautiful as you

from the moment I saw you,
from the moment I looked into your eyes...


Since I stayed home whole Sunday, I was given the opportunity to do one of my past-times - tallying the number of people sent to their graves in one day. OK I get it! Making other people's moment of loneliness as my entertainment is not a very good idea but I can't help it. Living near the church leave me no option but to attend mass every Sunday and other days required by Catholic church, guess who is the priest giving the sermon based on his voice, listen to over used love songs during wedding ceremonies and my most favorite - tallying the number of mass held for people who are about to be sent to their final destination, their graves.

At the end of the day, the result I got is:

3 anticipated mass (twice in the morning and once in the afternoon)
2 funerals
1 wedding

I know I sound cruel and insensitive but I really do not intend to be one. It's just one of my ways to entertain myself while I'm doing nothing at home.

Furry Bestfriend

I am not an avid fan of dogs neither do I detest the animal but I once had an experience that made me scared of dogs. About five years ago, I was riding my bike on my home from a friend’s house. It was past 7pm and nobody’s out in the street. Being a no stranger in the place, I didn’t dare ask my friends to take me home thinking that I can manage well without them.

As I was riding my bike and enjoying the beauty of the night, an unexpected twist occurred. A medium-sized dog appeared running and barking after me. I tried to stop the animal from barking and running after me but when I glanced back, I realized that I really have to pedal faster if I do not want dog bites. I was so helpless that time and I know I have no one to rely but myself. Gladly, the dog back off after running a distance of about a hundred meters. Thanks for my long legs!

I was terribly nervous that it took me for about an hour to recover from increased heart beat and shivering. I cannot speak neither can I hold still any object. From then on, I never dared pass that street alone again if I see that same dog in front of its owner’s house. I am traumatized with the experience that every time I’m with dogs around, I tried my best to stay away from the animal.

But I don’t know if its coincidence or what because my work now revolves around dogs. Fortunately, I am not asked to personally attend to the dogs - just promote websites featuring them. I even asked myself how I can promote sites about them when I’m actually scared of them.

Having been working on that subject for more than ten months now, I discovered the true value of dogs and come to understand why a lot of people love their dogs dearly. Here are some of stories that made me know (and perhaps admire) dogs even better.

Maui and Wharf patrons saved Leonard Fogg's life
by: Nelson Sigelman
As Leonard Fogg struggled in the freezing waters of Edgartown Harbor Sunday night, a Bouvier des Flandres named Maui lived up to his breed's noble reputation as a guardian and protector and saved his owner's life.

There were no cars in the town parking lot and no other people about when Leonard Fogg took his dog Maui for a walk along the harbor about 5 pm Sunday evening. He stopped to look at a solitary boat tied up to the wharf between the Edgartown Yacht Club and Navigator Restaurant.

Mr. Fogg, who is diabetic, leaned forward with his hands on the boat to look at a "For sale" sign in a window. But medical problems followed by a long convalescence had left his arm muscles weak.

"I went to push myself back but I didn't have the strength and all of a sudden I got dizzy," Mr. Fogg told The Times on Monday from his Edgartown home. "And down I went. I hit my head on the dock; hit my back and went under. Oh my God, you can't believe how cold it was. And once I fell in, terror just came over me. I said, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Experts in cold-water survival say the first hazards from sudden immersion in cold water are panic and shock. Immersion quickly numbs the extremities, making it difficult or impossible to grasp a ladder or rescue line. In water below 40 degrees, as it was Sunday night, exhaustion or unconsciousness can occur in as little as 15 minutes and death in 30 minutes.

Mr. Fogg struggled to stay afloat and screamed for help. His heavy winter clothes became a wet weight. He sank to the bottom.

"I don't know, something inside me just said you've got to try, you can't quit," said Mr. Fogg, describing the instinct for survival that fueled his struggle. He found a foothold on a wooden beam beneath the dock and managed to pull himself up and raise his head above water as the cold water sapped his remaining strength.

According to the American Kennel Club, the Bouvier, also known as the Flanders cattle dog, "is agile, spirited and bold, yet his serene, well-behaved disposition denotes his steady, resolute and fearless character ... He has been used as an ambulance and messenger dog. Modern times find him as a watch and guard dog as well as a family friend, guardian and protector."

As his owner struggled to survive, Maui stood on the dock fixed on his owner and barked steadily and frantically.

About 100 yards up Main Street, Wharf Pub regular Peter Robb of Edgartown, also known as Rico to his many friends, was standing outside the pub entrance enjoying a cigarette and reading the sports section of a daily newspaper.

While a barking dog is not unusual, Mr. Robb told The Times that for that time of the year and that time of the day, there was something about the sound that caught his attention. When he thought he heard a cry for help, he decided to walk down to the water.

"I looked down at the dock, and all I saw was the dog looking down at the water and where the dog was looking there was a hand on the dock," said Mr. Robb, a carpenter for Vineyard Construction Services.

His arrival came just in time for Mr. Fogg. "It seemed like forever I was in the water, and I just knew I didn't have it in me. Then this guy came around the corner because he had heard my dog barking," said Mr. Fogg. "I gave out one last yell and just as I was going down he grabbed my jacket."

The ladders along the dock had been removed for the season so that they would not be damaged by ice if the harbor froze.

According to an Edgartown Police report, Mr. Robb removed his coat and used it to pull Mr. Fogg along the dock to a shallow section in front of the Navigator. Mr. Fogg was so weak he could barely stand. With a surge of strength, Mr. Robb lifted him out of the water, covered him with his coat and ran back to the Wharf to call 911 and get more help.

He returned with Dave Garvin, Mike Poirier and Tom O'Hanlon. Together, the four carried Mr. Fogg back to the warmth of the Wharf, where they quickly removed his clothes and began treating him for hypothermia as Maui anxiously looked on.

When police, EMTs, and an ambulance arrived, Mr. Fogg was sitting in a chair covered in dry clothes and linens. He was transported to the Martha's Vineyard Hospital for treatment and released later that night.

Not sure what to do with the dog while his owner was in the hospital, assistant animal control officer Jennifer Morgan took Maui to the pound for the night. When Mr. Fogg arrived the next day, there was a tearful reunion.

Speaking a day after he helped rescue Mr. Fogg from the harbor, Mr. Robb downplayed his own actions. He said he did what anybody would have done and that the men who carried Mr. Fogg back, bartender Amy Padalino and the responding personnel all played a role. "The dog's the real hero," he said.

Sitting in his living room Monday morning, Mr. Fogg, 63, reflected on an ordeal he said was an emotionally wrenching event and on the dog that helped fill a void left after the death of his wife. "I'm looking at him on the couch now, and I look at him in a totally different light because I wouldn't be talking to you if it wasn't for him," said Mr. Fogg. "But my big boy sitting over there on the couch just looking over here at me saved me. I'm in tears now.

"He is a Bouvier and he is a beauty.

Loyal Sheep Dog

December 12th, 1953, Tip and her master, Joseph Tagg, an eighty-one year-old retired gamekeeper from Bamford, England, had been out on one of their long walks on the Howden (high Derbyshire) moors when the old man passed away.
For fifteen weeks search parties failed, and were set back due to severe frost and snow storms. The man and dog were presumed dead, when, a couple of men rounding up stray sheep in early spring came across the body of Tip’s master, with a starving and sickly Tip on guard beside it. She had waited for over three months, through the worst of winter, for help to come for the one she loved.
Tip spent her last year with a niece of Joseph Tagg, were she was awarded the highest order of canine chivalry. A year after her death, a memorial shrine was unveiled along the banks of Derwent Dam, in Derbyshire.


As a Young Mom

My mother and brother often describe me as suplada and maldita - a moody and brat girl who gets everybody's attention by just rolling my eyeballs, raising an eyebrow or stamping my feet. I'm often caught having row with my bro on just about anything - from unequal number of pillows to unequal amount of money given.

But that was when we're still young... When our baby arrived, I realized that I learned a lot. I learned that:

  • you can't always get what you wanted. Sometimes you have to step down your level and do the things you don't usually do (wash his behind after potty, give him a bath, etc.).
  • you will know that Shaun the Sheep is shown right after Mr. Bean and the episodes shown in the morning will be shown again in the aftertoons (afternoon). You will soon realize that you no longer need channel guide because you already mastered the show times and find out that you too is already hooked watching cartoons.
  • there is mama egg (chicken egg) and baby egg (quail egg) as well as mama spoon (tablespoon) and baby spoon (teaspoon). Any larger stuff is called mama stuff and its smaller size is called baby.
  • sleeping with only one pillow can be as comfortable as sleeping with four pillows (I love to sleep surrounded by pillows) if you're sleeping beside the kid.
  • you cannot get everything you want by just rolling your eyeball or locking yourself inside the room. Sometimes you have to do something silly and make a fool out of yourself to get the kid's attention.

The most important is...
  • you may not always get what you want but you can still be content and happy with what you've got - the love of a child.


one more thing... you never have to carry the child in your womb for nine months for you to become a perfect mom. Your good heart and willingness to do the job will suffice. Right? ;)