from these ashes I will rise

before the phoenix can rise, it will first burn itself up, get reduced to ashes and from these ashes rise again. reborn. new. fresh. original. but before that: burning then reduction and finally disintegration. a process it needs to undergo in order for it to rise again.

a process. it has to happen, it has to be lived.

a phoenix's new life is destined be as long as its old lifetime. the point though is it gets born again. is that why it keeps happening? for it to have a chance at life again? maybe.

one thing is clear though, chances and opportunities are always there, a way to make things new is always available.

where heaven and earth meet

nope, this is not middle earth...














i've been to the edge and back...

Future GQ model

I copied this photo from the friendster account of my nephew's mom. I loove his stubby fingers. Such a cutie! Smart kid pa. Great genes. hehe. ;)

Getting On With It

I'm finally getting down to the business of life. That of actually living it. So in celebration of this new found lease, I'm starting a blog. As if starting one actually constitutes living. Well, at least it's a way to take note of how I've lived my life so far. Plus, there's the free use of a DSL line that I am taking avantage of, thanks Nick!. At the very least, it's one thing to tick off from my new year's resolution list. So I welcome me. Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging Jeni, it's time to let your exhibitionist tendencies wreak havoc in cyberspace.