Certain moments in our life triggers a reaction that usually catches us off guard. The recipient may either feel the exhilaration of excitement or the feeling of pain. As much as we hope for the prior, it's the latter that realistically happens.

Numerous times, she would ask what she done to deserve the things happening to her. I always have no answer, for the so many things i want to express, this is one moment that I am speechless...for she has been a kind soul to everyone who is privileged enough to know her acquaintance. She told me she has no one to depend on but herself. She deals with so many brutalities, though physical is not one of them. Pity is the last thing she needs, but I pity her for all the emotional wounds inflicted to her fragile heart.

Death is symbolic of Life. A great level of abhorrence is attributed to its concept but reality dictates that its varying form encompasses the existence of men. To abnegate its presence is to live in a world of disillusionment.

Hearts are broken everyday, dreams left unfulfiiled, fiasco consuming one's life, frustration permeating the walls of one's soul...death in its chameleon silhouette.

As heart-wrenching as the pain may be, it is vital to wallow in its melancholia to truly understand the depths of humanity. But AFTER one lives the varying levels of sadness and anger, one has to learn that the next step is simply...to move forward.

I grew up spending more time with my mom than my dad. He was busy working overseas as a CPA to a shipping company, thus, he traveled a lot. At first, we used to travel with him (which I truly love) but as I grew older my parents decided it was best that I stay put for my education (Bummer!!!)

That meant I was separated from my dad quite a lot. But that also intensified our reunion every year, for it was pure bliss! We did all these things together, he would teach me to sketch, how to make paper mache vases, screen etching and printing, we would go out every weekend, he helps me with school homeworks, and most importantly laughter filled our home.

Marriage, like any relationship I know, can either bring out paramount qualities in you, or turn you into a tension-driven spouse. In my experience, several months of marriage propelled Ms. Maturity into my once chaotic system, for I have learned something vital to life…the virtue of saving money. Yes my dear pips, I am now officially on a journey to building my millions.

I have to admit that during my bachelorette days, I was a spending-spree maniac. I was so addicted to shopping that a chunk of my meager salary would be spent in the mall! Though, my mom tried her best to rehabilitate a fashion-addict-daughter by assigning some responsibilities to me, sorry to say, it failed miserably.

So how can marriage turn a once lets-go-shopping junkie like me into a responsible i-have-to check-my budget kind of woman?