Mariposa's Tales

In Our Bubble: Saturday Night and the Rest of Our Lives

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Tue, 31 Mar 2026 19:03:00 +0000

We’re two friends who exist in a shimmering little bubble of our own making—the kind of night where streetlights blink like punctuation marks above a city that quietly agrees to slow down. It’s not that we’ve found a secret world; we’ve simply decided to orbit each other with zero gravity, comfortable as our favorite coffee and hoodie and twice as loyal.

The ritual begins with a grin that travels faster than small talk. We don’t need a grand plan to feel alive; a song found on YouTube, a snack that tastes like a memory, and a shared joke that ages like fine wine—these are our constellations. When the city outside hums, we dive into different arena: an online game where we plot wars, marshal resources and outmaneuver rivals with the same calm and confidence we bring to our real conversations. It's competitive without ego, thoughtful without pressure, and somehow our teamwork makes the imaginary battles feel almost intimate. Time shows, not because we're pausing, but because we're choosing to savor this moment together. We breathe in sync, as if our breaths could write the next line of a poem only we can recite.

Witty banter is our fuel and romance is the quiet glow beneath it all. We tease with care, knowing each other’s boundaries as well as our own. We challenge each other’s stubborn optimism with playful bets and gentle skepticism, then collapse into laughter that sounds like a secret we’re both in on. The comfort here isn’t lazy—it’s deliberate, a practiced ease that says: you belong here, as you are, with your quirks and your better-than-you-think moments.

In this space, “forever” feels kissable, not loud or loudish. It’s the way a plan evolves because we both decided to want the moment more than the agenda. It’s the realization that the rest of life—work, errands, the future—can wait a little while longer, so we can linger on the present with a shared toast to imperfect perfection. If love is a map, our Saturday night is the city square where every route bends back to us.

We carry little rituals like talismans: a plan for coffee at sunrise or sunset, a gym session, a walk that pauses when the city exhales a sigh, a chorus we belt out at the top of our lungs even when we're off-key. None of these are dramatic grand gestures; they’re subtle vows whispered through ordinary moments: I’m here. You’re enough. Let’s stay.

The rest of our lives, for now, hides in the margins of our Saturday. A future built not on grand declarations but on late-night conversations, spontaneous adventures, and a stubborn, affectionate loyalty. If a long playlist is life, Saturday night is the opening track—the promise that the next songs will feel just as right, played at the same intimate tempo.

So, here’s to the bubble that holds us: two friends who choose each other over and over, who make space for longing and laughter in equal measure, who know that romance isn’t just about a moment of magic but the quiet, persistent warmth of being seen. We don’t pretend life isn’t big. We just refuse to let it shrink our laughter or dull our tenderness.

A Toast to Plot Twist and Joyful Currents

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 30 Mar 2026 17:15:00 +0000

Cheers to every plot twist that's waltzed into my life like a surprise guest with great taste in entrances. Here’s to the moments that gut-punch us into laughter, the twists that flip the script and leave us asking, “What’s next?” and then grin because we already know the answer: more joy, more wonder, more delicious chaos.

I’m trying to stay grounded- brick by brick, breath by breath, a steady compass pointed toward what truly matters. Yet I won’t deny the highs. Life has a brilliant habit of surprise edits, and I’m here for the reruns, the bloopers, and the director’s cut that somehow makes everything feel brighter.

What I’m choosing today:

· - Embrace the joy that finds me, even if it arrives in a glittering, irregular package.

· - Stay fair to the people I love, the promises I’ve kept, and the boundaries that keep my sparkle sustainable.

· - Let bliss lead the way when it taps on my shoulder with a cheeky grin and says, “Hey, you’ve earned a little extra magic.”

Because bliss isn’t reckless; it’s a mindful dare. A wink to the universe that says, “Yes, I’ll ride this wave, and yes, I’ll surf with integrity.” Surprises may shake the map, but they don’t redefine my north star.

So, here’s to life’s delightful derailments, to the curves that keep us from yawning through the ordinary, and to the joy that seems almost too big to hold—yet somehow fits perfectly in the hands that choose to embrace it. Stay grounded. chase the spark. and savor the wild, wonderful ride.

This Week, The Ground Beneath My Wings

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Wed, 11 Feb 2026 21:01:00 +0000

This week promises a horizon full of busy, a tempo that climbs and hums like a chorus you didn’t quite audition for. The days ahead feel wired with tasks, meetings, and small decisions that push at the edges of my energy. And the days past? They’ve left me teetering between “I’m coming” and “I’m going,” a push-pull that makes the heart widen with gratitude even as it trembles with uncertainty.

Gratitude is the ballast I carry. In the churn of schedules and to-dos, I still wake to a truth that feels almost stubborn in its clarity: this busyness grounds me. It asks me to show up, to honor commitments, to navigate each moment with intention. When the world feels loud, my heartbeat becomes a metronome—steady, present, here. I know that grounding is not about resisting pressure, but about letting it refine me, shape me, and remind me of what genuinely matters.

In the quiet between the loud parts, I realize something essential: I need to pull myself back to center. To return to the place where reality sits firmly on the ground, not fluttering in the speculative breeze of “what if.” Life is not always a bed of roses; it’s a garden of seasons—some bloom early, some bloom late, and some days require we water, prune, and wait. Yet even in the thorns, there is a resilience I can trust. The same hand I’m holding today is the one I’d choose to hold tomorrow and the next day after that, regardless of weather or whim. This is the truth of companionship: a shared center, a shared steadiness.

There’s a familiar ache in the notion that the grass might look greener on the other side. It’s a classic illusion—an optimism that dances out of reach while the current meadow holds its own quiet abundance. Here, on this side, I am comfortable, happy, and in control not because life is flawless, but because I have learned to tend to it with care. I’ve learned to notice the small, imperfect beauty—the way sunlight threads through the window at dusk, the texture of a to-do list crossed off, the moment of genuine connection in a brief conversation. Here, I am home in my own weather, and that home is enough to guide me through the bustle.

As I walk through this week’s busyness, I carry a simple realization: control isn’t about mastery over every outcome; it’s about mastery over my presence. I choose to show up, to breathe, to align my actions with my values, and to let the rest unfold with grace. The hands I want to hold for the rest of my life are not just the ones that stand by me in calm; they are the ones that stand by me in flux, in doubt, in loud weeks and quiet ones too. That companionship is my anchor.

If your week feels like a sprint, I invite you to take a measured breath and ask yourself:

Where can I ground myself today?

Which tasks align with my core values, and which can wait?

What small act of self-care can restore my center this afternoon?

May we all find the rhythm that keeps us present, grateful, and wonderfully human—holding onto what matters most, even when the grass looks greener elsewhere. After all, this side of the fence is where we plant, tend, and ultimately harvest our strength.

Until next time, may your busyness be a doorway to clarity, not chaos. And may your chosen hand be the one you never wish to let go.

Untitled, For Us

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 09 Feb 2026 20:44:00 +0000

For every moment I missed you, a tremor of fear grew,

the ache of clinging to a shoreline I’m not sure is there.

You drift, I think—an elegant, stubborn planet

in its quiet orbit around what we called “us.”

In the ledger of us, I spy a deficit of gravity.

You wear the language of distance like a tailored coat,

poised, polite, almost philosophical—

as if the universe handed you a map and said: proceed with care.

And I? I measure time by the thrum of your breath.

When it falters, so does my scaffolding of us,

not for want of effort but for want of staying power

against the weather of growing apart.

Today, right here, I confess: I am drifting away from our concept of us,

not out of malice, but because honesty insists on its own orbit.

The anchor you seek—faint, perhaps—needs a harbor,

and I’ve learned that sailors must sometimes name the tide.

If we are to continue, let us speak plainly:

not in the rhetoric of “always” or “forever,”

but in terms of now—what we can give, what we can endure,

and what we must release to keep one another honest.

I love you with the candor of a theorem:

precise, vulnerable, and unapologetically true.

If our equations align again, we will rewrite the proof together:

not as a relic of what we were,

but as a hypothesis of what we might become.

Until then, I will hold the memory of us lightly,

like a bookmark in a book I still want to finish—

not to halt the story, but to let the next chapter arrive unforced.

And if you need to go, go with the dignity of a question answered aloud:

the courage to choose what keeps your heart awake.

Love, in its best, stubborn form, remains:

an experiment with variables named Y and I,

a pursuit of meaning in a world that refuses to promise.

May we be honest enough to call it what it is—

and brave enough to let it be what it might become.

Navigating the Turbulent Waters of Heart and Mind, A Journey of Confusion and Discovery

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 06 May 2024 19:59:00 +0000

In the intricate tapestry of our existence, the heart and mind often find themselves engaged in a delicate dance, each striving to lead us down divergent paths. For a wife standing at the crossroads of her emotions and thoughts, this internal conflict can be a tumultuous storm threatening to engulf her in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.

When the wisdom of her heart whispers softly, urging her towards a direction that seems to defy the rationality of her mind, the wife is faced with a profound dilemma. In the quiet moments of introspection, she grapples with the unsettling feeling that something is amiss, that a dissonance exists between what she knows and what she feels.

As she navigates the murky waters of her inner world, she is plagued by questions that echo in the chambers of her soul. Should she heed the call of her heart, despite the protests of her mind? Is it wise to turn a blind eye to her intuition, that silent guardian of truth that speaks in whispers only she can hear?

The wife finds herself caught in a web of conflicting emotions, torn between the desire for harmony and the fear of upheaval. She wonders if she should suppress the nagging doubts that gnaw at her spirit, plastering a smile on her face while the chasm within her widens with each passing day.

But perhaps, in the midst of her confusion and loss, there lies an opportunity for profound discovery. Maybe the discord between heart and mind is not a battle to be won or lost, but a journey to be embraced. Perhaps the key to unlocking the mystery lies not in silencing one voice in favor of the other, but in listening to both with an open heart and a discerning mind.

In the face of uncertainty, the wife may find solace in the realization that her inner turmoil is a testament to her humanity, a reminder that she is a complex being capable of profound growth and understanding. By embracing the discomfort of ambiguity, she may uncover hidden truths and unearth the strength to chart a new course, guided by the wisdom that resides in the depths of her being.

So, to the wife who stands on the threshold of her own inner landscape, I offer this gentle reminder: trust in the wisdom of your heart, even when it leads you down unfamiliar paths. Embrace the contradictions that dwell within you, for in their midst lies the potential for transformation and renewal. And remember, in the dance of heart and mind, the most profound revelations often emerge from the spaces in between.

Happy Fun Friday!

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Thu, 02 May 2024 21:36:00 +0000

🌟🌈🚀 Happy Fun Friday, everyone! 🚀🌈🌟

Let's talk about living life out loud and staying hydrated when the going gets tough, because remember, when the going gets tough, the tough get going! 💪💦

Life is like a rollercoaster ride – full of ups, downs, twists, and turns. Sometimes, we find ourselves facing challenges that seem insurmountable. But just like how a plant needs water to thrive, we need to stay hydrated with positivity, determination, and a dash of courage to conquer those tough times.

Imagine yourself as a superhero, ready to take on any obstacle that comes your way. Remember, you have the power within you to push through, to rise above, and to shine brighter than ever before!

So, when life throws lemons at you, squeeze them into a glass of refreshing lemonade, take a deep breath, and keep marching forward with a smile on your face and a sparkle in your eyes. Stay hydrated, both literally and metaphorically, and let your light shine so bright that it dazzles even the darkest of days.

Here's to living life out loud, to staying hydrated in body, mind, and spirit, and to embracing every challenge as an opportunity for growth and greatness! 🌟💧🌈

Have a fantastic Fun Friday, everyone! Stay awesome, stay hydrated, and keep rocking your unique journey! 🎉🌟💦

Fulfilling Our Calling with Purpose

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Wed, 01 May 2024 08:17:00 +0000

On this Labor Day, let us celebrate not just the contributions of workers to society but also reflect on the deeper significance of labor in our lives. Work is more than just a means of earning a living; it is a fundamental aspect of our human experience that can bring fulfillment and purpose to our existence.

As we honor the efforts of workers around the world, let us also consider how our work can be a reflection of our calling, a way to express our unique talents and contribute meaningfully to the world. Whether we are teachers, doctors, artists, or engineers, our work can be a source of self-fulfillment and a means to make a positive impact on the lives of others.

May this Labor Day serve as a reminder that the work we do is not just a necessity but a privilege, an opportunity to grow, learn, and create. Let us strive to find meaning and joy in our labor, recognizing that through our work, we can truly fulfill our potential and enrich the world around us.

Happy Labor Day to all!

Dawn's Triumph!

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Tue, 30 Apr 2024 21:02:00 +0000

As the night fades away and the first light of dawn breaks through my office window, I find myself wrapping up another productive evening at work. Today was one of those rare easy shifts - everything fell into place, and I managed to accomplish and tick off some important tasks on my list.

With a sense of satisfaction, I power down my computer and prepare to head home as the world outside slowly wakes up to a new day. The quiet of the early morning hours provides a moment of reflection on the accomplishments of the night and the promise of a fresh start ahead.

And as the sun rises and bathes the sky in hues of pink and orange, I can't help but wonder - how is everyone else's week going so far? Have you been seizing the opportunities that each day brings and making progress towards your goals?

Remember, every small step forward counts, and even in the early hours of the morning, you're moving closer to where you want to be. Keep going, stay inspired, and make this week your own!

Embracing the Unfolding

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 29 Apr 2024 15:42:00 +0000

In the ebb and flow of life, there come moments when the waves of change crash upon us, leaving us gasping for breath as we struggle to find our footing in the shifting sands of uncertainty. These past weeks have been such a tempest for me, a tumultuous journey through the depths of my own soul as I grappled with the bitter pill of acceptance.

Acceptance—a simple word, yet laden with the weight of a thousand sorrows and a million shattered dreams. To accept is to acknowledge the immutable truth that some things are simply beyond our control, that the universe moves in mysterious ways, indifferent to our desires and wishes.

As I stood at the crossroads of choice, faced with the looming specter of loss and departure, I found myself paralyzed by fear and doubt. What can one do when the ones we hold dear are bound to leave, when their absence threatens to hollow out our very being?

In those dark moments of despair, I realized that true acceptance is not a surrender to fate, but a liberation from the shackles of expectation. It is a painful metamorphosis, a shedding of the illusions that bind us to the past and the future, allowing us to embrace the raw beauty of the present moment.

I learned that when faced with the inevitability of loss, our choices are few but profound. We can cling desperately to what is slipping through our fingers, or we can open our hearts to the winds of change, letting go with grace and dignity.

In the crucible of acceptance, I discovered the transformative power of resilience and inner strength. I learned that true love is not possessive or controlling, but free and boundless, capable of weathering even the fiercest storms.

So as I stand on the threshold of uncertainty, my heart heavy with the weight of what is to come, I find solace in the knowledge that acceptance is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to the depth of my humanity. And though the road ahead may be fraught with pain and sorrow, I walk it with courage and conviction, knowing that in the end, all we can truly do is accept what is, and find peace in the midst of chaos.

Back in My Cocoon and Ready to Write from the Heart Again

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 15 Apr 2024 18:18:00 +0000

Hey there, lovely souls of Mariposa's Tales! 🦋

After a long hiatus exploring the vast expanse of the world outside my comfort space, I am back in my cozy cocoon, ready to spread my wings and pour my heart out once more through the written word.

There's something magical about returning to familiar surroundings, isn't there? The scent of my favorite candle, the soft hum of my laptop, and the gentle embrace of my worn-in writing chair all welcome me back like old friends. It's here, in this sanctuary of creativity, that I find solace and inspiration to weave stories that resonate with you, my dear readers.

As I settle back into the rhythm of daily life within these comforting walls, I am excited to delve into the depths of my imagination and share with you the musings, reflections, and tales that have been swirling in my mind during my absence. There's a wellspring of emotions and ideas waiting to be captured in ink and pixels, and I can't wait to embark on this journey of self-expression once more.

So, dear friends, stay tuned for a wave of new content coming your way soon. Get ready to immerse yourselves in the beauty of words, the power of storytelling, and the warmth of connection that we share through this digital space. Together, let's explore the landscapes of imagination and emotion, and let our spirits dance in the realm of creativity.

Thank you for your unwavering support and for being a part of this wonderful community. Here's to more moments of inspiration, contemplation, and discovery as we continue this adventure together at Mariposa's Tales.

With love and gratitude,

Mariposa 🌟

Restrospect

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 04 Sep 2017 20:53:00 +0000

Heard the saying, “One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”?

Well, today is that day!

Mariposa Learns to Write Again

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Sat, 05 Mar 2016 19:00:00 +0000

I want to write again.

I need to write again.

So here I am finding myself trying to write again.

This place has always been my comfort for years now. And lately I find myself reading old posts and I can't help but smile and be proud of myself. Wow. I have been through a lot and I have achieved a lot. So many things just to be grateful for. In a way, this blog had been a memoir of Mariposa.

Then I have this light bulb moment. If I want to write again, I write about my life and make a memoir. Well, sort of! Yet, I am so inclined to write through my own fiction. As they say, it is easier to get to the truth by not claiming that you are speaking it. For there are some things that can be said in fiction that can never be said in a memoir. So here, I will attempt to put down all the good things I ought to have done...and try to leave out the bad ones I did do well.

Reading through my posts here you may discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes and that my system (for the lack of better word) has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.

After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.
***wink

Gazing Through

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 04 Mar 2016 18:13:00 +0000

PhotoHunt: the NIGHT sky!

...a million asterisks, and no explanations.

This is an old PhotoHunt entry and yes I recycle it because I want to join this week's hunt and is too tired to hunt for anything else. Pfft! Ha!

I wish you all a Happy Weekend! You may visit the rest at PhotoHunt!

Home Makeover

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Tue, 05 Jan 2016 19:23:00 +0000

It's the new year! And we all want to have a new look. For my case, I want a home makeover.
Yes, you read it right. I want to give my home a new look for this year...at an acceptable cost of course! So just exactly how do I do that?

I can opt for full renovation, which can be very pricey. I can opt for changing the color of the entire, which is still pricey. Or I can just to some facelifts like taking care of the house interior.

So I tried to make some research on house interior repainting and got to Hingham Massachusetts painters which allowed me learn a lot about interior painting at an economical cost. I admit it was quite educational for me and for one, I learned that letting the professionals do the work make not necessarily spell huge cost but rather can be economical and can make you save some money in the long run not to mention being able to keep some standard and quality of work done.

So...that's it. I am giving my home some facelifts. I am checking on some palettes over the weekend. I plan to make the whole interior versatile in a way that a few change of curtains, and flowers and vases would allow me to change the look of my home interior all year round...since there is no way I can change the hues several times a year, you know!

Needless to say, I am very excited! It feels like shopping for some makeups and going to the salon for have my hair and nails done. Haha, I know it is quite an analogy but my vanity always gets extended to my abode and my car. That is how I roll. ***wink

Happy new year guys!

Party With The Nifties

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Mon, 21 Dec 2015 15:59:00 +0000

I have been wanting for months now to start blogging again.
But what do I blog about? I have nothing to say.
So today, I am trying to overcome this sill 'when you have nothing to say syndrome' just to get me going. Just to keep my finger busy...and I will keep hitting the keyboard with whatever ~~nonsense~~ excuse there is to talk about. Ha!

While no doubt the holiday season is keeping everyone in a rush...I on the other hand seem to slowly find my balance, and hopefully I get to have that full rest before Christmas! Last weekend was fun, I had a great time with the girls, and I promise I am going to blog about each of them! Yup, soon!

These are snapshots of the fun times we had...

Good food. Good wine. Great friends. Indeed, I am blessed.

Let's Join The Fight

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 02 Oct 2015 05:02:00 +0000

Shoutout to all the brave and beautiful people fighting the big C. You are bigger than that letter. And we are all rooting for you!

Continue the fight. Be strong. Stay strong. Remember, despite everything...life is still good. :)

Sunrise From the City of Smiles

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Wed, 30 Sep 2015 02:00:00 +0000

“There's always a story. It's all stories, really.

The sun coming up every day is a story.

Everything's got a story in it.

Change the story, change the world.”

― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Another day to make things right. Appreciate life. Live life out loud. We have 24hours every day, make each moment count.

Happy Not So WORDLESS WEDNESDAY to you all!

Quest for Something Quaint

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 25 Sep 2015 20:03:00 +0000

PhotoHunt: QUAINT

For whatever reason, this is the photo the came to my mind when I saw this week's theme. I just grab this from an old post, Spending My Time. This is a very old photo of mine. And somehow it allows me to travel back time and become the old me again. Exactly what I need right now.

You may want to see other's quest for something quaint at PhotoHunt!

Happy weekend guys!

When Friday Feels Like Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 25 Sep 2015 17:40:00 +0000

Surprise! Surprise!
I know.
One of those days. I need to go back to my comfort zone...and for almost 10 years, this has been my comfort zone. Always has been. Always will be. If I am not blogging, I am reading old blogs then I am me again. :)

Nothing extra ordinary. Nothing monumental. Just me finding myself alone in my office with gazillion of feelings. The good feelings, and the not so good feelings. Ha!

Today is Friday. My week is supposed to be ending, yet it feels like Monday. That doesn't necessarily mean that it's bad. Just not the usual.

For the past 5 years, life has been different. And everyday I reflect and try to understand on who it has become different. Today I came to understanding what has changed. It's not me but my circumstances. The busyness for the past 5 years afforded me to focus more on my career and in helping more people around me. It allowed me to look past my own worries and needs. Yet today, I woke up missing the me spoiling myself. Then I needed to run to the office. Manic Monday blues on a Fly Day it is!

Of course...when Friday feels like Monday, there is only one resolve for me. More Coffee for me!

Coffee Fix

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 24 Apr 2015 20:38:00 +0000

I am inspired. So happy to see a good friend of mine joining the blogging world. :)
Shout out to two pretty, smart, strong ladies I've known...
Isabel, The Clever Filipina and Pia the Girl in Ripped Jeans!

Hopefully, their presence would push me to write here often. I miss blogging a lot, yet I can't seem to find the ~~time~~ inspiration to write.

Today I am forcing myself to go through the motion though...and the easiest way is revisiting Saturday PhotoHunt!

So here is my entry for this week's theme...

PhotoHunt:

Nothing a Coffee can't FIX

Happy weekend everyone!!!

Not Those Kind of Sundays

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Sun, 04 Jan 2015 07:06:00 +0000

It's a beautiful Sunday...and I have been blessed with the rest I needed.
I am also very happy that I was able to celebrate The Feast of Epiphany today.
While my body has been afforded the rest it needed, my mind is not.
I am still full of worries and different thoughts...all the Oh wells...and the what ifs!
So I am sitting in my office...trying to punch some keys and tying to type anything that comes to my mind. I am still not sure if I will ever hit publish.
You will know. :)

I haven't had my coffee today...and I guess that where I am heading next.
I'm going to that nice coffee shop and will try to spend time with myself.
Then...maybe there I will do more thinking...

Today is just one of those moments where I find myself in suspension.
I feel I am caught mid-air...and I am not even sure if I want to get out of it.
It's not the best thing in the world, but certainly not that bad.

Arrghhh....

I pray for God's mercy to guide me...

I wish you all a cheerful Sunday!

Happy New Year!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 19:38:00 +0000

I made it...it's now 2015!
Time flies when you are having fun...or too busy to have some fun. Hahaha
Either way...WOOT! Cheers for another 365 days. Another chance to do the things we've been wanting to do or undo the things we shouldn't have done. ;)
This year, I promise myself only one thing - to make ME my priority.

That's all.

With that said, this is how I intend to start my year -

1. Come tomorrow I will start running again.
2. I will go back to to the gym and start boxing again.
3. In 3 weeks time I will be going on a week vacation. And there hopefully I get to finalize that book that I've been wanting to self-publish! Don't jump from your seat yet...it's nothing fancy. It's just a collection of ALL the haikus I have done for the past years.

Overall, I hope y'all had a blast welcoming the new year.
Cheers for more fun to come...and success!
I wish you all the best for 2015!!!

A Trilogy of War Movies From Andrzej Wajda

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Fri, 25 Jul 2014 12:27:00 +0000

The Second World War has been a fertile source of inspiration for Polish directors and filmmakers. Beginning with the invasion by Germany in 1939 and continuing through the liberation of Warsaw by units of the Soviet army in 1945, the events of that six-year period in history had a long-lasting effect on the country and the citizens of Poland.

A loosely formed group of filmmakers and writers developed following the close of World War II to produce movies depicting life in Poland during the years of German occupation and beyond. From 1955 through the early 1960s, the Polish Film School, as the group came to be called, documented the struggles of the nation and its people during the war and in the post-war period.

Filmmakers such as Andrzej Wajda, who received an honorary Academy Award for his body of work, used their films to study individual heroism as it existed during the extended years of conflict. Other filmmakers, such as Andrzej Munk, used their films to focus on the politics and social issues of the post-war period.

Wajda's trilogy of war movies began in 1954 with "A Generation" and was followed by "Kanal" in 1956 and "Ashes and Diamonds" in 1958. Based on the Bohdan Czeszko novel "Pokolenie," "A Generation" is set in Warsaw in 1942 and portrays the impact of war on the people living within the city. Wajda uses the movie to tell the story of two young men drawn to the resistance movement from different backgrounds and for different reasons. "A Generation" allowed the filmmaker to offer a glimpse into the struggles facing post-war Poland under communism.

The Warsaw Uprising is the theme of Wajda's second war movie, "Kanal." Set in Warsaw in 1944, the film tells the story of a group of resistance fighters during the waning days of the battle to save the city. Much of the film is set in the sewers beneath the city as the band of resistance fighters attempt to escape from the German slaughter that would eventually take the lives of many Warsaw residents. The film was recognized at the 1957 Cannes Film Festival.

"Ashes and Diamonds" was released in 1958 as the third film in Wajda's war trilogy. The movie is set in a Polish town on the day Germany surrendered to mark the end of the war in Poland. The film uses the story of a Polish resistance member assigned to assassinate an incoming communist leader. Through a series of mistakes and chance encounters, the would-be assassin falls in love with a barmaid and realizes how much better his life could be.

The film ends with the death of the communist politician as celebrations take place marking the end of the war. The resistance fighter has little time to enjoy thoughts of a new life away from war and conflict as the movie ends with him being accidentally shot and killed.

Hup Holland Hup

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Tue, 01 Jul 2014 09:10:00 +0000

What I will be writing here is an aftermath...

I have been on high with Netherlands moving to the quarter finals.

Yup, yup, I am talking about FIFA, yes, you got that, World Cup 2014. Who thought I can watch any sports?! LOL Well I have always been a fan of football a.k.a. soccer.

Okay...I love Lionel Messi and I am also in love with Cristiano Ronaldo...but they are individual superstars. My team is NED. And well, sadly, they are one of the best teams that never won.

Hopefully that will change this year!

Beating Mexico was dramatic. I was going to have a heart attack. But they made it.

I don't really care about what people say about the last call...all I know is, even without it, Mexico was still not winning...at the least it was 1-1.

Anyway...this is just a short shout out to all NED fans out there. I unite with you...and together we sing-

HUP HOLLAND HUP

My Favorite Poetry Lines

noreply@blogger.com (Mariposa) — Thu, 26 Jun 2014 08:45:00 +0000

I am so proud that I am back!

Back to myself...coffee is all it takes...

WOOT, I am doing Thursday Thirteen this week.

And I commit to continuously do it...I so hope, for the love me! Ha!

Anyway...as suggested by Colleen, "POETRY" is my theme.

Love my alpha and omega entry... ;)

Enjoy everyone...I'd so love you to drop my your favorites in the comment box!

Happy hump day y'all!

1. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

2. E.E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you here
is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

3. Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

4. Mary Oliver

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

5. Walt Whitman

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

6. J.R.R. Tolkien

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

7. Seamus Heaney, Stepping Stones: Interview with Seamus Heaney

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

8. Anne Sexton

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

9. Ian Fleming, You Only Live Twice

You only live twice: Once when you're born And once when you look death in the face.

10. Andrea Gibson

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

11. Mae West

You are never too old to become younger!

12. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

13. Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

I hope you enjoy my entries!