Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Game Plan: Salad

First day and Levi’s already out for a fieldwork. He trailed behind his boss, Hannah, a gorgeous mid-twenties woman exuding independence and flair. At a young age, she has established a name in the world of photography being one of the elite events photographers in the country. Her photographs transcends from the lenses of a camera to the windows of one’s heart. She breathes of art and passion.

“Ok, here’s our game plan: let them fall in love with gorgeous details and breathe romance. Our clients are Bohemian, free-spirited lovers. Truth, beauty, and freedom— we must capture all these moods. Talk, Levi.” Hannah turned.

“Salad!” he absent-mindedly answered.


“I meant a salad of colors and patterns. Of daydreams, music, and love.” Levi smiled, easing through his stammering words.

Hannah gave a stern look but her eyes were smiling, “Anything else?”

“Teepee, curtains, vintage and classic stuff.” He continued, pointing anxiously across the yard. “How about a hippie car like that one?”

“You know what? I like you and your salad.” She nodded and smiled.

Word Count: 175

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by S. Thanks PJ and S for another fun prompt.:):):)

I’ve been lurking around the world wide web in search for pre-nuptial themes. Yes, you’ve read it right. Prenup. I’m not getting married (yet) nor I have someone special to walk the aisle with (another yet). It’s just that… on some days, I want to imagine something beautiful like a wedding or prenup. Crazy? I hope not. So far, these two themes were my favorites for today: Foliage-themed and Boho-themed. XD

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Lines and Rhymes

© Miss Literati

Lines and Rhymes
A Limerick

At night she gathers the broken pieces
And bit by bit, amass what she losses
In a poetry she writes
Her battles and fights
In lines and rhymes, she scribbles her choices

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Written for Mind and Life Matters’ Limerick Challenge Week 18: Passion

Another shot at catching up with my favorite poetry prompts. Here’s to everyone who turns to poetry in times of ups and downs. ❤ ❤ ❤

Doodles and Scribbles at 1

Due to time constraint, I have missed getting back at some nominations for quite some time now. Usually, I only end up with a simple “Thank You”.  But since today is a very special day, I would like to make an exception. This morning, I woke up with a surprise from WordPress. Apparently, my dearest blog- Doodles and Scribbles– is celebrating it’s 1st blogssary. YAY! I honestly didn’t mind when I first started this blog and I’m filled with gratitude and so much love looking back at a year that was.

I’d like to thank Mandi for the timely nomination. I always enjoy reading your posts and comments. Thank you. 😘 I’ve already had the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award nomination for the first time and I would gladly answer it again. Thank you for the insightful questions, too!

1st Blogsarry

1. What are you trying to accomplish with your blog? Or put another way, what are you hoping others will get out of it, or that you will get out of it?

Truth is, I’m a recluse blogger when I first started this blog. I only wanted a retreat from life’s hustle and bustle and was just looking for another way to express my endless musings other than scribbling them on a tissue. But as I came to know fellow bloggers who are both awesome and endowed, and became a part of a community who lifts you up and inspires, I started writing to open myself up to others and learn from them in return.

I’m a hopeless romantic who loves poetry and I think Doodles and Scribbles could attest to that . Later on, I became fond of writing flash fictions, too. So, I guess, what I’m trying to accomplish is to hone my skills, to explore and appreciate the art of writing, and to inspire and be inspired.


2. How do you deal with the inevitable frustrations of blogging, like posting something you worked really hard on and getting little response? (It’s okay to admit if crying is involved; we’d understand.)

The beauty of WordPress, I believe, is that unlike any other social media, little response does not necessarily results to frustration (In my POV). When I do really work hard on something, I would only hope that those who are following Doodles and Scribbles get to enjoy my craft just as I do.


3.What is one way that someone has been especially supportive about your blog and/or your writing more generally?

Not everyone I know knew that I’m into blogging. Only my family and closest friends knew about the existence of this blog which is the way my introvert self wanted it. I couldn’t thank them enough for their kind words and warm support in my writing. Generally, I get the biggest chunk of motivation from fellow bloggers. My posts may not get hundreds of likes or comments but whenever I see those bloggers- who have turned to be my very good friends- leaving their “footprints” on each of my posts, that’s more than enough.  😘 😘 😘


4.What is one thing you wish you had known when you first started your blog?

Actually, this is my second blog. I’ve had my first blog when I was still in college but we kinda “drifted apart”. I wish I had known back then how good it feels to write to your heart’s content and be able to meet brilliant and creative minds in blogosphere. Blogging is so addictive!


5. How do you find or make or schedule time to write for your blog? How well is that working for you?

I’m a spur-of-the moment type of person. I rarely make plans and don’t do things in advance (I know it’s not always a good thing). Most of my posts, for instance, are posted on the same day it was written. Finding time to write for my blog is quite a challenge for me because of my ever-demanding job. For the past months, I’ve been coming to the office at 9am (my shift is 11am to 8pm) to read and write some posts, and if I still got some creative juices, I blog at night.


6. Everyone procrastinates at least once in a while. What’s a guilty pleasure that you indulge in when you’re supposed to be working?

Blogging in between shift has been a hobby, too. When the cat is away, the mouse will play. So they say. 😂

P.S. Don’t tell my boss!


7. What do you like to do when you’re not working or writing? Do any of your hobbies, or your occupation, feed back into your writing?

Generally, I turn to music and books. I read literary websites such as Berlin Artparasites, The Button Poetry, Poem Porn, Shadow Poetry and Poets Org for inspiration and indulge in the works of my favorite poets, too.


8. Which holiday or celebration (annual or otherwise) in the country where you live do you enjoy the most?

Awwee… Of course it’s Christmas! I love everything about it- the chilly air, the sweet smiles, the tight hugs, the lovely gifts, and the endless feast. 😄😄😄


9. Since I love food, I have to include it here: Tell us a story about one of your favorite foods, like a special time that you made it, or when you first had it, or just describe what you love about it.

If they say that the best way to win a man’s heart is through his stomach, then maybe it’s the reason why I haven’t found my man yet. Recently, I decided to learn how to cook (aside from frying). My favorite dish would be Adobo, the Philippine’s national ‘ulam’. However, my first try was a failure so I resort to my second favorite dish- Sinigang na Baboy. I was so proud that I was able to cook a sumptuous (yes, I promise) version of sinigang na baboy added with sweet corn. YAY!


10. Tell us a story about someone who told you (or implied) that you couldn’t do something because you were a girl/woman, and how you responded.

Hmm… Thankfully, I haven’t experienced being degraded as a woman but I do get doubtful looks and questions because my height happened to be an inch adorable (I refuse to say I’m short. HAHA!). Well, most of the times, it’s more of a tease than a doubt. Then I’d often smile and tell them, “Watch me.” As for doubtful strangers, I’d like to surprise them what I could do. 😉


Breaking the rules, I won’t be nominating anyone but I would gladly like to read if you choose to respond to the questions above. Anyone who writes from the heart deserves this award or any award for that matter. It’s for you! Have a great day! ❤❤❤

The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 1.1: Childhood Treasures

YAY! It finally started! La duchesse d’Erat has generously hosted a new blog event for the year 2016 tagged as The Great Book of Lists. Each week will feature a new list topic— lists that reflect your happiness, your hopes, your project, your inclinations, the person you were, and the person you long to become. At the end of the year, this gold mine of information, compiled together, will become our very own Great Book of Lists.

For this week’s chapter is a list of childhood treasures.

1. Old Photographs- Old albums are like storybook to me. As a child, I’ve always liked looking at old photos and listening to my Nanay or Tatay narrate the memories in those pictures. Most of them are vague to my memory, some people I don’t even know, that is why I believe old photographs are great treasure finds. For these are reminders of memory forever frozen in time.

Old Photographs

2. The Brave Little Puppy and Other Stories– My childhood favorite book. It’s a collection of twelve short stories that are all fun, inspiring, and full of moral values. I hope kids today still find time to read great story books like this. 🙂 Continue reading “The Great Book of Lists- Chapter 1.1: Childhood Treasures”

2015 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,100 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Three weeks ago, I was itching to go home and start my well-deserved long holiday- praying for the clock to tick faster, pulling the remaining days that are to come. There was only one thing in my mind back then, it’s freedom from the corporate world. To finally spoil myself, spend time with my loved ones, and deal with my blog. The first two came in smoothly, it’s the latter that I have failed to deal with. You see, when you live oceans away from home amidst the towering concrete jungle, spending most of your hours in front of a computer, you’ll eventually end up with a thirst for conversations, genuine laughter, childish smiles, comfy bed and a life away from PC or phone. Hence, I set blogging aside. I know I missed a lot but no regrets.

That is why, from the bottom of my happy heart, I thank blogosphere and the all the brilliant people I have come to know and value. I especially would like to thank Priceless Joy (thank you for the playful prompts), Rosema (thank you for the lovely posts), Jessie, Millie, and Madeeha (you’re all equally creative and brilliant).

P.S.  I’ve been meaning to write a birthday post since Doodles and Scribbles will be turning 1 this January and thanks a lot for such timely review!  I shall return very soon, ecstatic to read your posts and be inspired. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Lost Spirit


I used to be a modern-day warrior
A brawler in life, my own knight and shinning armor
A deviant at heart and a pensive thinker
Proud of my craft, I’m a real big dreamer.

But what is this? Feels like I’m in a cage.
Living a mediocre life and not as a sage
This is neither me, nor my comfort zone
All my guts and ardor, where have I thrown?

I used to be playful and ardent
In things that I do and things that I’ve chosen
Now my soul is foiled and barren
This is tragic, when did this happen?

I yearn I could unearth my long gone spirit
The fire of my will to bring out my zenith
For at the end of my long-winding road waits
A genuine bliss for the things that I’ve made.

This is in response to The Daily Post prompt, The Great Pretender.

Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it.

I’ve scribbled this poem on a note a year ago when I was feeling lost. I really missed writing that time and I’ve got a job that doesn’t require such thing. I know, how cruel could that be!? Anyway, I don’t think I suffered from Imposter Syndrome (thank heavens!) but I guess I could relate this to the time where my confidence sank to zero. It was awful.

But gladly, I got back on track and created this blog. So now, I’m a happy girl! Have a great day everyone. 😉

A sculptor’s pride


His lips curved into a smile upon looking at the stone statue towering over the crowd. Maria, that’s what he fondly calls her. She was an angel draped in a long flowing dress with her hair pulled back into delicate curls; her beautifully detailed wings complemented that of her cherubic face.

From a distance, she looked just as ordinary as the rest of the statues in the park with its surface sandblasted and chemically treated to give the appearance of an aged stone. But if they could only look deep within her eyes, they’d see fierceness and longing intertwined.

“Farewell sweet seraphim,” he softly whispered, his gaze never leaving the statue, “this old man is off to carve another muse. I’ll see you around.”

Then, after three deep breaths, he took a turn and left the park with pride in his heart and a hint of tears in his eyes.

Word Count: 150

This is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya of Only 100 Words. Thank you!

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

Unearthed dreams


As the afternoon wore on and the clouds began to drift in, she found herself smiling at the thought that for the first time in many years, she’s back to where it all started. Flying a thousand miles from home, she came to this dingy shack, clattered down the stairs and took a shovel. Anyone who would see her must think she’s gone mad. Why would a gorgeous, successful writer be digging a hole in the middle of nowhere, anyway?

Unless she’s some hatchet murderer. But she’s not.

There, she struck her shovel into the earth and she dug and dug, worked the end of the shovel, back and forth, up and down, until she felt something hard. She dug with her hands until she found a wooden box. Teary-eyed, she held the box, recounting the treasured moments of yesteryear, the myriad highs and abyssal lows, the grief of loss and the joy of discovery. Inside was a small piece of scented paper with words scribbled on it.

Live a life worth remembering
Turn your dreams into reality
Travel the world, it’s beautiful
Give love and be loved
Take me back when all these things come true and smile. You made it!  ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦

Word Count: 203

I’ve been meaning to catch up with some daily prompts and writing tasks but, whenever I do, either my workloads turn threefold or I can’t think straight. Ooh, if I could only ask for an indefinite leave! 😦

I know it would be a sting to let some prompts pass, so—being the slacker that I am—I’ve decided to hit two birds with one stone. This is in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt and our Writing 101 Day 2 task, Write a list. PS. I hope it’s not a miss! 🙂

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Day 1: I write because . . .


I write because…
My glee screams higher in every word
My angst is piercing in punctuation
My fear shrieks louder in every space
And my grief cries deeper in every clause
I write because…
When letters fuse to form a word
And words rally into a sentence
And paragraphs unite to make a sense— or not
I see her, him, them, us, you, and I.
I see the world and the world unknown
And I’m drawn to every word and punctuation
Every space and every clause
I write because…
My words stumble whenever I speak
But find their way whenever I write.

This is in response to our Writing 101 Day 1 task.

Today, tell us: why do you write? If you’d like to see how others have approached this, here are 23 inspiring quotes from famous authors. The I Write Because project is also worth a peek and is full of personal, honest submissions. Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because . . . ” or start it any other way you wish.

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