A lot has happened last year 2025. I lost some street cats that had been dear to me. My vision has been impaired due to advanced glaucoma. And I’m so much an old woman now — in numbers. But internally, I remain a girl 🙂. I’m into Zumba dance groups left and right. And I get attention for it. Because it’s something I can do. Dance. Yeah. People notice me and commend me for my dancing skills💃. Step aside, Shakira!

What a milestone. Thank you, God, again for letting me get this far.

I caught a bad case of flu, though, after buying and eating cheap plain yogurt from a mall stand, which later turned to terrible cough and now a cold. Not a perfect birthday, yet who am I to complain? My darling Bailey and I are still together. It means everything to me.

I already ate cheese and egg sandwich this morning, homemade pizza for lunch. Tonight I’m gonna go out for some simple fastfood.

For the 3rd time, win or lose, Trump has my deep love and support. It’s his last hurrah. I pray he succeeds because I believe in him and in everything he stands for. ❤️🌹🇺🇸

I’m honestly in despair; I agonize over Trump’s chances. Don’t tell me it’s none of my business. With the pervading wokeism and Deep State machinery that’s been ruining America to its core, no one could turn a blind eye any more. The U.S.A. is a precious nation in need of salvation. This election is truly about competence over non-competence and good over evil. How basic is that? That American citizens would choose to flush their country down the toilet bcz they just don’t like the man is unbelievable. Really.
And celebrities are hired to endorse Trump’s opponents who are, to be frank, unpleasing to the eyes. Let’s be real. Republicans are not just better humans, they’re a hundred times more gorgeous-looking too.🙂
Most importantly, please don’t vote for the puppet. Elect a true leader.

Today is my birthday. Can’t believe I’ve lasted this long. I’m an old woman now, though grateful that I’m still okay. And I still don’t feel old.

I’m preoccupied with American politics lately bcz of Donald Trump — now dubbed as the Comeback of the Century. I’m happy he’s around once again. He’s indeed one of the great loves of my life.

By the way, I’ve found several politicians and YTube Conservative podcasters quite appealing and attractive lately. Mainly it’s by reason of their intelligence and articulateness. Well, of course they have to be good-looking to catch my attention. Here’s a list of my faves (some of them I’ve liked since 2016):

Marco Rubio, Vivek Ramaswamy, Ted Cruz, Rand Paul, Steve Kornacki pollster at MSNBC, House Speaker Mike Johnson, Tim Pool, Ron De Santis, Benny Johnson, Jim Jordan, Sean Spicer, and um yes, Steve Bannon (in spite of his unappealing physique — I love his voice and his mind).

I actually got a long list but I’m hanging out in the mall and can’t come up with all the names right now. I’ll get back to this post asap.

Also, I’m joyful I still have my dog Bailey. He was my late brother’s dog that was passed on to me. My current most beloved.

It’s my first birthday without the love of my life, my beloved baby Snowy…

I’m grateful to be alive although I miss so much the dear ones I lost last year — my brother and my true child Snowy. How I’ve realized the happiness and contentment I’d had when she was still around, with me.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. I’m gonna eat some delicious chocolate cake outside today. 🙂

I’d like to think of myself as strong-willed and tougher than average, because I am my father’s daughter. Losing two of my dearest ones this past 2022, however, punched a deadly hole in my heart which, no doubt, I’d carry for eternity.

Everything I’ve held precious in life has been slipping away from my fingers, one by one. My youth, my looks, my possessions, and most importantly, my cherished family members (human and non-human).

Perhaps now I can say I have fully lived — not merely existed… mainly for the cup of Life I have had to drink down to its very dregs.

Still, I am determined, like before, to go as far as I can — wherever fate takes me. My renewed relationship with God will see me through. While I trust both hope and joy would continue their linger in each of my today and tomorrow.
Happy New Year to all! 🌱🌈❤️

One of my longest FB acquaintance, Doug, is agonizing over lack of blog readership recently and I just have to share my sentiments as to why.

“As a long-time WordPress resident, I’ve repeatedly observed how even the most popular bloggers lose their followers, one by one, over time — and the reason is seldom personal. Either the readers also obtained struggles of their own or became preoccupied with other pressing matters.
Typical to the grounds why highly-beloved TV shows get cancelled eventually. People’s interest understandably drifts off, not to mention their tastes keep evolving. But it’s hardly a reflection of the artist’s excellent skill.

I forgot to attribute the fair amount of camaraderie between those WordPress bloggers and their remaining followers. A two-way street, to boot, nonetheless.”

Just more than a year ago, I was thinking I’m having the best time of my life. It’s not perfect but things feel alright. There’s the future I look forward to — because I’m healthy, I feel young and I’m free. Everything seems fine. I thought it would go on forever.
But now, I don’t think happiness will come to rest on my palm again. Heartbreak and sadness out of my recent losses have simply taken over.

“Choose life, Carry on no matter what, Hold on tighter to the Lord”.
I keep these advice on mind.

But there are times I don’t know what to feel anymore. I don’t even know how to view sorrow — if there really is the right way to handle it. And I’m not sure I would want to forget or let go of this heavy heart, too. Sounds strange, I know. It’s like I now possess a clearer understanding why some people get attached to loneliness and quiet despair. It’s like the choice of holding on to all that’s been precious feels more right or somehow better. It’s so hard to put into words. But now I’m beginning to get it.

Nearly a year ago from today, I had relayed to you how I prayed hard for a dearest one to survive, to stay alive. God answered my prayer — and she and I were able to spend Christmas and New year in the ancestral home we just moved into. Then I lost my brother last January. The past six months that followed had been one of the saddest periods of my existence.

Unbeknown to me, an even larger sorrow had been looming ahead. Another tragedy would hit that would leave me with a deeper sense of loss. And it would take place within a span of two weeks this July.

After my son’s final departure eight years ago, nobody was left — only me and her. My friend, don’t think of me absurd when I reveal to you she isn’t human. Do take into account my deep compassion for God’s other creations since my younger days.

People have hurt me — but she, my baby, had given me only love, devotion, true companionship. Through nearly nineteen years of togetherness. She was simply there for me — through thick and thin. A fact I could’ve taken for granted many times.

Today exactly marks the third week she’s been gone. I had previously thought I’d feel alright somehow when this day ever arrived. That there would be a little sense of relief when this time would come — considering how I’d sometimes get overwhelmed by all my tasks and responsibilities, and how she could be a handful on certain occasions. How dead wrong I was. I now feel devastated losing her. It’s like I’ve lost a major reason to go on. What little joy that’s been left before is now completely gone.
What I would give if only she could be with me again.

I couldn’t sleep during her final days as I tried to make her feel she wasn’t alone during her last moments. As a result, I felt nauseous throughout the ordeal. When she manifested signs she was in excruciating pain, I couldn’t take it anymore I called my sister and asked her to assist me to go to the vet so she could be finally put to rest.

She’d been sick in the past I knew this could be it — due to her age. I must forgive myself for not being able to save her this time — and for being clueless she might already have been agonizingly afflicted even before she stopped eating and drinking. I decided I’d leave it to God and fate this time. I didn’t want her to die solitarily in some vet clinic — and I’d prefer she’d go before me because she’d be left with no one if I perished ahead of her. But you know how guilt could strike in the face of tragedy and despair I keep second-guessing myself for every decision made, now that it’s all over.

One thing you should know about me, my friend: When I witnessed my father, my mother, my brother and my pets’ physical sufferings before God claimed back their lives, I ended up loving them a thousand times more. It’s simply the way it is with me.

Mornings are the hardest when I had been used to my baby feline’s sweet greetings whenever I open my bedroom door after waking and getting up.
It feels so strange and painful these days getting through the day living without her. She was a constant and a substantial part of my existence. I now go through every motion with the heaviest heart. She’s always on my mind as memories keep flooding in. She wasn’t a mere cat to me. She was my baby, my dearest child.

Her love and attachment to me I had felt in spite of her circumstances. I’m more sure than ever that if she could have the chance today, she’d express to me her wish that I survive this heartbreak. That I must keep going on.

I had taken care of pet dogs in my earlier years, too, and how I love and cherish each of them to this day. My fervent wish to the Lord is that there really exists a heaven for all these wonderful creatures. Because I want to see again and be reunited with all the pets I’ve loved my whole life, this time for eternity.