“Jenny’s Loss” The released of my second book series.:)


Cover Photo

Cover Photo

Grab your copy at http://www.amazon.com

Look for Lourdes Genovese to find this book

Could be download to this following gadgets

iPad, Kindle, Tab, iPhone, and LapTops.

Language: Tagalog Filipino

pages:107

 

 

6 years of wedding anniversary! wood or Iron?


wood symbol in 6yrs married.:)

Hi guy’s,

I hope you all are in good shape, and hope to hear you soon. It’s been a while I haven’t heard about you guy’s… opppsss’’’ I think it’s me whose been out for a-while?

I just wanted to dropped this slight revise of my love life! It might be fun to my readers.:) Yesterday was my 6 years wedding anniversary yehheeyyy.:) My man said it was a “wood” year of marriage but when Ive researched it the meaning of 6years marriage was “Iron” and when I cleared it out to my husband, he said I might be wrong! for the fact he was insisting it was wood. So whatever it is? It doesn’t matter either way though! Because the most relevant was both souls are still involved and in love to each other.

Just for an entertaining it bumped to my head that I should also give something involved with wood as part of my gift to my man. So I found this handcraft expression like a buggy wood. I admit I have trouble finding a gift for my man every occasion, as his not into material stuffs. Give him ”Salami” then his in heaven lol.:) So yesterday I hand him this Wii Investigation games, and additional daily casual long sleeves for his work! All of the sudden when I’m at shower I heard him playing the Wii games as part of my present to him. Which made me very happy because he love’s my humble present to him.

Inside the Restaurant. Pretty good ambiance for me:) The restaurant on top  ground floor was overlooking to the river where you you can feel the fresh air of the surrounding.  Our weekends is kind of cloudy, and rain is off and on! So we opted to be inside where we found out more fun, romantic ambiance than in the top floor ground.:)

Looking at this angle picture, the right side is a glass wall where you can see the overlooking river, boat are on, ducks are having fun playing in the water, the best view of the popular bridge in Czech Republic the “Charles Bridge” the “Prague Castle” and more.:) Perfect romantic Anniversary dinner for me.:)

Now lets go to the yummy food:)

My husband Appetizer!

My Appetizer!

This is the funny thing in a fine dinning! The food are great, quite expensive, but the food served are quite not much lol:) My husband friend told him this… “Every time I brought my wife to a fine dinning I end-up ordering a pizza back to the house because I’m still hungry!

My main course! It’s a lobster covered by pasta it looks like cheese but it’s a pasta. I swear it’s yummy promise and I can eat more.:)

Hubby’s main course! Hubby love’s it much he said and when I took a sneak bite Yes it was mouth watering like mine.:)

Main course of Hubby! just another good view.:)

Now let me tour you guy’s to the gorgeous view from our glass wall table inside the restaurant!

A view from our glass wall next to our table.:) The Charles Bridge!

The photos was taken from my 10megapixel Olympus Digital Camara which is my purse Camara. Angle shot behind the glass.:)

Lets go back to food, now it’s dessert time!

I’m not quite interested with the dessert so no comment!

Hubby’s dessert! his not quite impressed to his dessert too! But he eat them all though, and mine too all of them went to his tummy lol:)

View from our table! sorry I intended the back ground as dark as I can!

Just a quick snap!

And now time to go home!

The garden entrance of the restaurant! The top ground floor

The name of the restaurant. Kampa park in Prague Czech Republic:)

If one day you’ll have the opportunity to be in Prague, then I’ll recommend you to this restaurant “Kampa park”

Just another glimpse! I was surprised yesterday morning when I tried to hand my presents to my man in our bedroom. Then I almost lean my moose stuff toy when my husband shout to be careful the moose is sensitive right now! I grabbed my toy and found a warped box, when I open it it’s a box of Louis Vuitton wallet but it was same color to this bag which I already have one. So we opted to go back to the Louis Vuitton shop after church to change it with this brown dammer color of wallet.:)
Then my husband said that theres might be another box in back of the pillow! where I found this LV bag.:) I’m so surprised and happy for the wonderful blessing from God.:) And I keep my faith more to him and praying for another successful year of loving blissful marriage again.:)

I would like to share you guy’s few of my wedding day photos way back June 3 of 2006:)

The reception area!

my own humble designed wedding cake!

Guest souvenirs!

My Alma mater University choir!

The wedding bands!

Church wedding!

Inside wedding church!

Wedding accessories!

My own humble designed gown, combination with Filipino and American way!

Thank you guy’s your comments and note are highly appreciated:) Cheers to our successful marriage each of us here.:)

God Bless,

Yen2x

“History of the Scar”


I was kind of a very active type of gal when I was young! Yes when I was young.:) A new thing for me is a very entertaining and cool so discovering new stuffs around me are kind of magic. I grew up with kids surrounding me from my neighbors, friends and to my two siblings. I still recalled that I love playing so much especially out door with my friends. I love weekends for the fact that I can play with no limits according to my beliefs even though my Mother has this strong law about “No playing out door”, and should only be inside the house studying our school assignments. I never followed my Mom instruction, instead I escaped and head out playing with my neighbors and of course to have fun which should be being a kid. I didn’t care what my Mother does to me once she found out that I just escaped.

I remember one time, my Mom told me to keep an eye on the rice she cooked because she is going to the market for our dinner. The market is about 5minutes walk from our house! I said to my Mom okay don’t worry ill watched over it. But the minute I saw my Mom blurry from my two little cute eyes, is also the minute I jumped outside playing with my neighbors. All of the sudden I heard my Mom screaming at me because the Rice turned all block burning and it is 1million % burned. Hey maybe your saying it’s my Mom fault why she left and letting me to take over the Rice instead of she’s the one. As it is her obligation and responsibilities. But hey it is in the Philippines so don’t bother to think lol

One day I was playing with my playmates and accidentally my upper leg hurt. I noticed it was sore and its bleeding good amount of blood. It left me with this big scar the reason why I hate wearing a swim suite as I’m ashamed to show off.

I remember during the weekdays I have to save my allowance from school so at the weekend I have enough money to rent a bicycle for less than 4 hours. Because I’m a new beginner I have trouble finding myself teaching riding the bicycle. My mother is working and my father is distance from us so no body’s teaching me on how to ride the bicycle but myself alone. At the end I found that I am a good rider after falling of hundred times and receiving scars from that bicycle.

scar from bicycle

The most memorable one was the scar through my left leg. I remember my mother says, “Don’t touch the powder milk I set aside because that’s only enough for our budget for this week.” But I didn’t know I was addicted to the powder milk by then. I was rushed to the hospital because of the Thermos that loaded of boiled hot water poured onto my left leg. It happened because I’m having trouble reaching the milk next to the thermos. I know it is me to blame and it is my fault. The incident marked me with this anxiety and consciousness knowing that I really hate wearing Skirt or short during the day time. And yes only on the day time because night doesn’t bother me! 🙂

Scar from the Hot boiled water

The most unforgettable scar that I hate the most was the chicken pox and I blamed myself for not taking care of my skin. I remember my mother keeping an eye on me during the chicken pox of mine. But because I am very hard headed I scratched it to death as I remember it was freaking itching. The chicken pox marked 2 little scars souvenir that noticeable in my cheeks grrrrr.

Scar from chicken pox on my cheeks

The above story about the scars in my body contributes regretful, annoying, and consciousness on me. I feel ugly and feel pity inside of me! Nobody’s has to blame but myself alone. Why I never gave the chance to listen to my poor mother and stay out of those one knowing that it can hurt me. But it’s too late now; if I can take it back I already turn and change it all. But all I can do now is too learn those mistakes of scars I own.

I have one lesson to open up to you my readers. How about those stuffs that scars should be the only way to add up your last breath? How about those body that the only option is to get this biggest scar just to survive from dying pain? And having big scars doesn’t matter as it’s the only option they got.

One of my Sister In-law is a survivor from a breast cancer. When i talked to her I asked about how it feels to be a breast cancer patient. She replied to me that it was awful to see her one breast that has a problem and her body and soul fighting to survived. I asked her the possible cause why these breasts Cancer exist in some human body? She replied me with no exact answer because even she herself has no idea. She just told me that she’s a healthy conscious lady, she exercise good and her life style is very good according to the needs of a human body.
During the conversation with my sister In-law, I found a reason to be glad and not to hate my scars itself. Looking back that I’m very lucky enough. I wonder how their feelings knowing that they hardly wear their swim suite now. Knowing that the scar they have is the reason of their heartaches and the dying pain. But deep inside of me I felt sympathy because I know how it feels to be broken knowing that one part of our body is missing.

Pink Bracelate


I thought of writing this type of article since early this month. My husband and I went to the Hard Rock store to purchase the jacket that I really wanted to have for this fall season. When I’m ready to pay the pink bracelet catches my attention, until the cashier told me that it is a symbol for October Is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I opted to get the bracelet, one for me and one for my sister In-law.

This photos is from this link that I crop http://www.thescarproject.org/gallery/

This photo is from this link that i crop http://www.thescarproject.org/gallery/

Last Saturday my husband and I went to Clinique beauty store and then the Cashier hand me this cute tiny pink ribbon. Again the cashier told me it’s October Is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. While at Tram it crosses to my mind to write about the history of my scars.
For you to know about breast cancer in a way you never saw before please click the link http://www.thescarproject.org/gallery/ the scar survivor heroes in my eyes.

“Back to the Church of God”:)


The Church were my wedding at.:)


I exist in a Catholic religion as it is a major religion in my home land. I reminisce that my Mom is making sure that every Sunday is our visit to God’s house. Don’t take me wrong here! Every corner is considered the house of God especially here in our each heart defending on how we look at it!

Devine Mercy Church Philippines


Devine Mercy.

When time goes by I confess that we hardly visit to the church, my mom been busy all weeks. I even hardly talk to God! But one scenario crosses I found out that my grades in school is falling apart. Right then at my room I realized my errors. I cried tons for the forgiveness and the acceptance that I should accept and let God carry my burdens as his willing to take over my sorrows. And for the longest period of time my door inside my heart is closed the reason why God can’t get in and take care my life.

After that scenario I felt things went smooth, my grades went back to normal, and the storm simply disappeared with solutions right away. Until when I reach my college stage I found out my father has another child from another woman. Those stages are the feelings of cheating, and madness of my own family! I hardly seen my father the entire I grew up but I still forgive him for the reason that I wanted to fixed my broken family even at this minute. I know for the fact that my Mother has the reason also, why my family been broken! It’s just a long story.

meet my best friend for over 10yrs now! during our college graduation:)


I never blamed God for the agony of my family, I never asked him why!? Indeed my faith went strong and been proven because of my wonderful life right now according to my own perception with my gorgeous husband. Back in my college days is also the toughies stage for me. Family, studies, financial are the major sorrows of me. One day I met a friend who introduced me who become my best friend now for 10yrs already. She teaches me on how to read the bible. Yes I can understand and read the bible but what I mean is by reading it using my heart and my will of understanding to God’s beliefs. Right then my thoughts of sorrows and experienced went strong and the only location that I hang out with was Church.

This what friendship for sharing in rainy season:)


my best friend & I! during our side trip vacation. Davao Philippines.:)

The church delivered a huge help on my existence. One time I’m very mad because I don’t want to pursue my school knowing that my mom can’t sustain my studies anymore, but my mom is a very proud type of gal. Every time I need to talk with, the only one I go through was the Church talking to God as I know that it is the only way for me to breathe in again and to live continue every day of my existence. I never stop longing for happiness indeed my dreams sets me to focus the goal the goal of happiness every single day of my time.

love of love:)


When I meet my husband is the day he stepped in the church. He told me he was born in Catholic religion, even his baptismal was in Catholic Church. But since then until the day we met he never goes back to church to practice his religion. I keep on praying to God to use me as a reason for my Husband just to bring him back in church especially to you ohh God. Until one day my husband and I conversation brought me to joy! Joy because my husband finely said that he put God’s back to his heart. “I am very thankful I found you and become my wife” because of you I found God, because of you god become my friend again and become my wall, and because of you I keep my relationship openly wide to our God. It makes me content because 1 hour in church every Sunday is really a huge amount for me and for my husband to be thankful of every blessing we received from our each God.

The Church where we at every sunday:)