My Pink Dream.

I am dreaming hopelessly of a Pink Kitchen in the future with all the pretty pink gadgets and pink fancy wancy stuff.

Mad about the Sun.

I took these sunny snippets on a Wednesday afternoon.
Aren't they lovely?
This I will surely miss about Guam.





I love you SUN...

Blooming Tea.

She blooms when watered...

I just love how these Teas are made for Blooming.

I can never get enough of them.

Tea Party. Tedi, Nadine and myself.




Lady Fairy. It's Lily and Jasmine. Jasmine according to my Plant Specialist Tedi is the famous Sampaguita. I never knew that. Now, it makes sense why Jasmine smells so good.


What I ate. A Jacob Savory Crepe. It's Spinach, Ham and Cheese. Delicious to the very last bite.

I love Infusion so much.

I am in love.

I am in love. With Fire Trees. They remind me on how sweet and vibrant summer should be.
I simply adore trees. Dead or Alive. I just love how they look and how much meaning I can put just by staring at them.

Oh how I just love them...

I am in love.... With Trees.

Smooth as Yogurt.

Feels outlandish. Maybe there will be a moment in your life when you feel all the odds. Nothing seems to be just right. Everything is going backwards and no matter how you put your best foot forward, it simply is jammed to where it is. I am deeply feeling all the odds at this time.

Perhaps I am just being nostalgic. But I love where I am now. I love this beautiful island. I could live here for ages. I will never get off-color with it.

Maybe I am just exhausted and worn out.

I know I will be home soon. I am scared at the thought of it to be truthful. I know there will better days ahead of me. It’s just the uncertainties that jolt me so much.

I know that the sun will glimmer upon me wonderfully there as it has been glowing as radiant to me here. And I know that I have learned to feel affection for the rain already. A mist, a drizzle or a heavy downpour won’t really matter. When it rains, it pours...

Today I should be happy for I am blessed. I should be grateful. I am. I’ve changed that’s why and it just feels strange.

Why can’t life be as smooth as yogurt?

I was told that the bump in the road is what makes life a journey worth traveling. For on those bumps, you will hit upon that crossing where everything happens for a reason. Where everything may fall into its place or not, the journey where you convene with the crossroads, where you make a decision to move forward or just look back and allow yourself to be caught up with the tides, and if worst comes to worse you might get swallowed by the sea.

Maybe when life is as smooth as yogurt it will be fairly dull. No more bumps.

So, maybe this is the life. Not as smooth as yogurt...

At 25.

Holy molly! I am 25. Another year older and perhaps another year wiser?

I'd like to grow old as slowly as possible. Oh how I enjoy the ventures of youth.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. So, this year I will be enthusiastic as ever.

I will embrace the sun more often. ♥

That Melancholic Feeling.

I am missing home so much. I don't know what I put myself into here.

There will be better days. I know. They will come...

A few more sunsets and sunrises and I will be where the heart is.

Sigh.