Women’s March NYC, A Day to Remember

Saturday, January 21st, was a special day for my oldest daughter. On that day, she had an audition in New York City with a music college that she applied for. We, my self and her sister, accompanied her to NYC. We took a train from our town and departed about 8:30AM. When we got on the train, a lot of seats were already occupied. That Saturday also marked a very important day for a lot of people, most of all the women, who live in United States, because that’s the day the Women’s March(es) were held all over the country. Many women, young and old, from many different background and race got on our train to go to New York City to participate with the Women’s March NYC. Some women who boarded the train later a long the way to New York brought along signs and posters. Between them were also some men who were as enthusiast as the women. Our train car felt very energized by the present of these people who chatted and became acquaintances for they shared the same thoughts and opinions relating to the new president. The atmosphere was really invigorating.

We reached our destination, Grand Central Terminal, around 10:30AM. After we went to the restroom on the lowest floor at the station, we went up to the main floor which is where the main lobby is and were surprised to see so many people who would participate in the Women’s March NYC flocking there. Some were children, mostly girls, who were beaming proudly putting on a show of their posters and signs for anyone who wanted to read them. It was fascinating! Of all the times I’ve been to Grand Central, that was the first time that that I felt the place was full of energy. My daughters and I passed by several people who were getting ready for the march. A woman with pink hair sat near one of the pillars while holding on to a poster, while on the other side two young women busy preparing their posters, writing some words with capital letters. Some women wore pink knitted hats that shaped like kitty’s ears. The hats became the symbol of the Women’s March movement. We then continued our journey to the building on West 54th Street where my eldest would have her audition. While we were walking from Grand Central towards the audition studio, we passed by several streets that were being cordoned for the march. New York City was getting ready for one heck of a celebration.





After the audition ended around 1:30PM, as I promised my daughters, we walked towards the lower 50’s street to see the march. But then a chance arose when we saw the street in front of us wasn’t closed and so we blended in with the crowd that already started the march. It seemed my daughters and I started around West 52nd Street and walked towards West 54th Street. People in the march were in a very jaunty mood. They yelled and shouted but not in an angry manner, even though they spoke of disappointment, fear and sadness about the country’s predicament. People were very engaged to one another, saying ‘hi’ and getting acquainted. It was beautiful to be in the crowd.





When we reached the last post (around West 54th Street), the march organizers asked us to disperse and go on our way to the street they showed us to go. So along with some people who stopped marching, we walked to the end of the street and had to walk further because a lot of streets were closed. By the time we got into the 49th Street, we met more people who were still marching. To get to the other side, we had to blend in again with the crowd and made way to cross the street. It was more like a celebration happening rather than a demonstration. It’s a democracy celebration for sure! On and on even after several hours have passed, even after my my daughters and I had a late lunch, when we walked to Grand Central to go home, we still met more people who were still marching. It was 5PM when we stopped by the New York Public Library and saw people gathering on the sidewalk next the building, looking at the signs and posters that some people brought for the march that were laid down just like an art exhibition. We walked through another crowd of people and amazed by the amount of people who participated in the Women’s March NYC. It was surreal! We certainly had a wonderful time in New York that day and had an experience and memories that we can share and cherish for a long time.







When A Man Loves A Woman

When I was visiting the campus of University of Pennsylvania, I spotted a wedding couple who was there to get some shots for their wedding pictures. The bride was walking barefoot, apparently tiring from walking on her high heels. Her groom walked beside her while holding her shoes. I was touched by the scene. Such romantic moment like that may only seen once in a while. I always respect some men who don’t complain about the floral bedspreads or pink pillows. Or those who learn to write a poem no matter how hard, just because he has to show his sweetheart that he matters, that their relationship is special. I think each couple is unique. Each has its own special things that connect the couple in a way that they can last. I think it’s faith. The faith that no matter what, they can withstand any obstacles. It’s not just love. When you find someone who makes sense to you the most, your heart will accept him or her, and your soul is at ease. When you choose the one to live by your side for a very long time, you believe that you will thrive. The groom with his bride’s shoes is merely a symbol, of how that faith starts. The faith that will eventually get tried and tried again to strengthen it.

(For the man who learned to write a love poem for me, and made me special. Happy anniversary.)


Wedding Couple

A Father’s Love is On His Shoulders

A father is someone whose shoulders are a place to be to see the puppet show that’s too far away.

This is my photo journal inspired by Father’s Day that’s coming soon. I’ve been taking some pictures of father and child moments for sometimes, and I thought it’ll be nice to put those candid pictures on my blog to celebrate a father’s love. To me, a father’s love is the strength that gives a child ‘the push’ to be who she/he is going to be.

Father's day inspired

Party Banner From Used Toilet Tissue Rolls

When my daughter’s birthday was approaching, I wanted to decorate her room with something that says “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. Although we didn’t celebrate it with a party, I wanted to create some banners for her. My idea was to re-purpose some toilet tissue rolls that I’ve been saving. The materials that I used were easy to find and simple and I was so happy with the result. The banner looks so pretty!

Banner from toilet tissue rolls


  • A couple of used toilet tissue rolls (the amount depends on how many alphabets would be on the banner)
  • Some paper doilies, preferably in 2 different motifs
  • Alphabet cut-outs or stickers (or hand-drawn)
  • String, ribbon or yarn ( I used jute string).


  1. Flatten all the tissue rolls.
  2. Adhere the paper doilies on each of the tissue rolls. Place them in pattern or differently to accentuate.
  3. Arrange the decorated tissue rolls in pattern, then adhere the alphabets with the intended spelling (mine is HAPPY BDAY).
  4. Insert the string into the roll with the last alphabet in the line-up, first, then take out the string, make a loop and insert the string back. Repeat this action for the rests of the rolls.
  5. Arrange the banner on the wall to decorate your celebration.

Banner from toilet tissue rolls

Banner from toilet tissue rolls

Hanging Scrapbook Box With Vintage Look

In the spirit of the Earth Day, I created a hanging scrapbook box with recycle materials. The idea has been on my mind for a long time, but just recently that I created it waiting for the perfect moment. Our younger daughter’s birthday is approaching and I wanted to make her something special, not just a regular birthday card. I used the photo of her that I took last year on her birthday. She’s into Harry Potter story, so she put on the get-up pretending to be one of the accepted student of Hogwarts. I used a used-snack box for the main material and several pages from an old book. The base to place the photo is from a piece of cardboard. I also used some vintage buttons for decoration and a bird feather (that I found during my morning walk). I chose a vintage-look style to match the idea of the magic world of Harry Potter, with my daughter’s favorite colors in mind too.


  • Used snack box (make sure it’s clean-no oily or sticky spot);
  • Pages from an old book;
  • A piece of cardboard;
  • Some scrap papers;
  • Vintage/old buttons;
  • Hole paper punch;
  • Ribbon or string;
  • Some ink stamps;
  • Photograph;
  • Other decorations (bird feather, paper flowers, piece of doily).

How to Make Hanging Scrapbook Box


  1. Prepare the snack box, cut off the small flaps at the opening.
  2. Adhere the old pages unto the box, layer by layer covering up the whole box (not the top part.
  3. Make two holes on the sides of the box, and insert the ribbon/string into the holes and make some knots.
  4. Crumple some old pages and stuff them into the box. Close the box and glue it. Cover the top part of the box with the old page.
  5. Color the covered-box with green ink stamp, dabbing it like so to create a vintage look.
  6. Prepare the used-cardboard piece by stripping one part of it. Color it with vintage photo ink stamp. Adhere the photo unto the cardboard piece.
  7. Decorate the box with vintage buttons, a bird feather, some paper flowers and the sentiment.
  8. Cut some paper scraps into 4 parts and cover all the box corners with them.
  9. Hang the scrapbook box in your favorite area of the wall. Make sure not to hang it near a damp area.

Hanging Scrapbook Box

Hanging Scrapbook Box

Hanging Scrapbook Box

Hanging Scrapbook Box

Notes for A Daughter

A birthday is always a special occasion to me, especially if it’s my children’s. When my daughter’s birthday was approaching, I felt very nostalgic inside. All the milestones that she’s been through, played in my mind from an invisible projector. One by one was shown from the time I was in labor with her for 26 hours, to the first time I held her. From the moment I held her hand and she made her first steps, to the recent time just two weeks ago, when I told her she got accepted into her favorite high school. She screamed overcoming with joy, then cried and embraced me. Her head on my left shoulder, just like when she was a baby, that was her favorite place to be. My daughter is taller than me now, and she really can hold her head high, full of confidence wherever she is. Although at some points she would behave like any teenage girl, nagging me like crazy with the words “Can I?”, I love her anyway.

For my daughter’s 14th birthday, I made her a card. Not that it’s extraordinary, though each year that I made her a birthday card, is always something different. Sometimes she had a special request, a certain type of card with one of kind appearance. This time, I wanted to give her some notes of what I feel about her that I want her to know. I created a gathering of notes added with most of her favorite things, that when she opens each page she will find some wisdom and my wishes for her. I knew she would love and cherish it. Here it is, NOTES FOR A DAUGHTER…

Birthday album (front)

Birthday album (p.1)

Birthday album (p. 2)

Birthday album (p.3)

Birthday album (p.4)

Birthday album (p.5)

Spring theme birthday card (4)

A Colorful Daisy Mandala

I admit, I like impressing others through my art works. Although, not every time I would create something for someone, one admiration is more than enough when it’s coming from a very special person. The special person that will receive the handmade mandala that I made yesterday, is my children’s senior music teacher.  Grace was my oldest daughter’s ensemble teacher then, now is my son’s. We’ve been involved with many musical activities with her through the years. She plays violin, viola da gamba, recorder and also is a very excellent drawing artist. One day Grace approached me and said,”I heard from Sarah (my son’s recorder teacher) about your greeting card”. After that, I enjoyed making cards for her for Christmas or her birthday. She collects some of my sketches that I drew during her rehearsal with the ensemble class. I feel very related to her in a way artist sees other artist. For her upcoming birthday this weekend, there’ll be a musical party in the theme of Baroque Play-In, like last year. Young and old will involve and play together on Saturday, and we’ll have lots of fun.

At first, I was thinking of giving Grace another birthday card, but then I changed my mind. Because whenever I was in her studio, my mind became enticed by the many drawings, and interesting things that she put to decorate her studio. So I thought, perhaps she’d be happy to accept a handmade gift from me in a shape of mandala. I chose to create a mandala, because of the intricate design it has and the representation. Mandala basically means circle in Sanskrit. It’s the way we see universe as a whole out of the many shapes and patterns, also colors. Last night I started my project of making the mandala and before midnight, it was finished. I am ecstatic with the outcome and love all the details. I used several types of cardstock papers in different colors. To highlight and put some colors unto the mandala, I used gold-ink pen and ink stamp. This colorful daisy mandala will be kept in a shadow box and be ready for Grace’s birthday present.

To know more about MANDALA, visit this link.


Colorful Mandala (2)

Colorful Mandala (4)

Colorful Mandala (3)