My Name

Whew! It's been months since I made my last post here. Oh well, time constraint, that is.

Anyway, as a way of trying to start blogging again, I want to show here what my name means. Actually I was pretty amazed at how accurate this information is telling about me. Well, here goes:

What Anna Fatima Means

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic “Type A” personality. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings. You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun. Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

Remembering My Mother (Post Mother's Day)

I just recently learned that Mother's Day are not celebrated the same day worldwide. Here in the Philippines May 11 of this year was celebrated as a Mother's Day, and as usual I received a lot of greetings. Of course I made sure that all the mothers I know within my reach were sent greetings, too. I'm thankful that somehow within the three hundred sixty-five days in a year, one is set to honor mothers.

How touching.

I have been a mother for almost ten years now and everyday since my first child was born, I never ceased to learn new things. And now that I have two offsprings, I thought at first that I'll be doing the same thing as with my first. I was wrong. Although I already knew the basics like changing nappies, waking up in the wee hours of the morning, cleaning bottles, breastfeeding, etc., learning new things is always there.

But through these challenging parenting lessons I have always longed for one thing, one that will not and cannot be done. I have longed for my mother to see me through all these.

This can't be.

My mom passed away when I was only 18 years old. Colon cancer. Sad. Painful. More than that, depressing. My mom was my best friend, my companion, my uplifter, my everything. If I have to write about my mom, I'll run out of words.

I love my mom so much. We were buddies. I was her "right-hand" while my father was an overseas worker then. Even when she was struck with the disease, she never stopped being a true mother. Until she could not walk, until she could not feel anything from her chest down to her toes, she never failed to touch my soul, to teach me life's lessons, to be a beacon. She still was able to be a bridge when I needed to get across at something.

My mother. I miss her. I always miss her.

Now that I've become a mother, I have always tried to imitate her ways, her passion, yet I know I cannot be like her.

She will always be unique.

She will always be the best.

She will always be.

After all she is my mother.

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I've come across with this simple yet very beautiful poem. I'd like to share this here because I find it so touching and tender to my soul.

Your mother is always with you...

She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...

She's the place you came from,
your first home.. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....

You carry her inside of you....

>Anon.

YOU - Britt Nicole

I like this song a lot. So let me share the lyrics here.

YOU - Britt Nicole

I've been looking for love in another's eyes
Searching for water, but I come up dry
Thought that I could find
Happiness in the world's applause
Peace of mind in a worthy cause
Take me back, take me back
Got to trust in the simple truth
Got to trust all I really need is

[CHORUS]
You
I'm coming back to
You
The only thing I know worth living for
Will You take this heart and make it more like
You
I give it back to You
It's obvious no one could love me more
I'm Yours
I'm coming back, yeah
I'm coming, coming back

To joy that speaks to my deepest need
To arms never far out of reach
Yeah, how Your love it
Calls to me when I lose my way
Holds me close when I feel afraid
Take me back, take me back
Got to trust that I'm safe and sound
Got to trust that it all comes down to

[CHORUS]

So no more getting caught in the middle
No more waiting for what is unsure
Back to Your love so true and so simple
Don't understate it or complicate it
It's so simple, yeah, it's so simple

It's You
I'm coming back to
You
The only thing I know worth living for
Will You take this heart and make it more like
You
I give it back to You
It's obvious no one could love me more
I'm Yours
I'm coming, coming back
You
I'm coming back to
You
The only thing I know worth living for
Will You take this heart and make it more like
You
I give it back to You
It's obvious no one could love me more
I'm Yours
I'm coming, coming back

You, coming back to You, You coming back
You, coming back to You, You coming back
You, coming back to You, You coming back
You, coming back to You, You coming back

I'm Yours, I'm Yours, yeah, yeah
I'm Yours, I'm Yours, yeah, yeah

La poésie est à la fois une cachette et un haut-parleur.

La poésie est à la fois une cachette et un haut-parleur.
Poetry is at once a hiding-place and a loudspeaker.
--Nadine Gordimer

As a starter I really don’t know how to create my first post, so let me try to share why I call this Maiah’s Cachette. I wanted this to sound something personal, as what blogs are supposed to be, thus I came up with this word, cachette(kah-shet) which, in French, means hiding-place or hideout. Maybe this could be a spot where I am able to write things I’ve longed to share with others, a hiding place where I could spill my thoughts, or a hideout for other people who want to cascade their ideas or any idiosyncrasies for that matter.

Needless to say I am not a good writer. I don’t have the gift maybe but here I am attempting to be one (ehem!). I honestly want to try and succeed in this endeavor (how else can I say it?) And I’d like to quote the very respected person in history, Abraham Lincoln, when he said: Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any one thing. So I guess I’d say KUDOS to me.