Month: March 2014

Twenty-Eight Years Now Passes Me By

I am no expert at how days should be spent to attest to a fulfilling life. But as I sit here in front of my laptop with one too many documents opened to finish everything I need and desire to, I wonder greatly if I have had enough trials to last me a lifetime of lessons and say ultimately that I have such.

I have always thought I’m blessed with many great things. Looking back, I cannot say I have been wrong about that, yet what I CAN say is that I am more endowed with moments I will remember for what remains of my days – good or bad. I have had my fair share of the world’s drama and I have had my greatest instants of laughter. And the best of it all, I guess, is the fact that my twenty-eight years, no matter the mistakes and the downfalls, can never be a waste.

For there have been times when I cried myself to sleep, yet there have been moments as well when I cried as I could not catch a breath to break my laugh. There have been moments in my life when I could run, but I chose to walk as it gave my journey an extra mile to cherish. There have been moments when regrets took over my will to look ahead. There have been moments when I did nothing in a day but wish for what-use-to-be’s and what-could-have-been’s. There have been many moments; each for a special purpose and each for a special memory. And I hold on to them as they are none but delicate pieces of who I am, who I have become and who I can still be.

Of the many lessons learned the past years, there is one which will hold that special place where my youth had been. And as I wish each passing day that others do not fall upon its traps, I crave so much for another chance to do it right.

People say love fades, and I guess everyone knows it. To stay within any relationship, you simply have to decide whether you can and will stand to be with each other for long, or whether there is something left to fight for and hold on to. Like, when lovemaking becomes a figment of your most cherished memories or kisses become nothing but greetings meant to make you smile. You get older or more matured, and you simply become accustomed to just talking about recollections and books and movies, or you travel to places you have never been to. And you argue about the silliest things you know and you laugh after that. And everything is fine because you are there and so is he… nothing else matters and nothing ever will.

Not many people know what’s running about my head, let alone what’s in my heart. But as I stand proud of what I have come to accomplish through another person’s eyes – a persona I wish the world to know and be inspired by – I tell myself that people wear masks and that I should wear mine well in order to keep moving. And that since I still believe that people choose the masks that fit them the most, I must choose one I believe my first name will so gallantly declare. For as I keep and rebuild what’s inside me, I know I can still bare my heart for it to heal and share my world for it to flourish.

Twenty-eight years now passes me by and I sit right here in front of my laptop, wondering if I have had enough lessons that will tell me I have a fulfilling life. Now, I know the answer is no, and perhaps it will always remain to be. For one can never learn enough and one can never stop trying to fulfil his destiny to say he has lived.

And I? I will remain to be in search of the life I have come to realize I desire… through the eyes of a man I never thought would suddenly pass my way.



Cover Reveal! The Call by Patricia Hudson


Coming April 28, 2014 from Soul Mate Publishing


 The Call by Patricia Hudson

Is it witchcraft or madness? Angharad Jones heeds the call and relocates to Wales hoping to discover her heritage. She is unprepared for the battle of power unleashed upon her arrival.

Angharad, a successful author, seeks answers to explain the visions plaguing her since childhood. In a drastic move to uncover the mystery behind her visions, Angharad moves to Wales, the one place her mother refuses to talk about.

While renting a cottage in Fishguard, she meets Rhyse Williams, the handsome Chief Inspector, who is investigating the death of two students found naked and bound together on the beach below the cliffs surrounding the village; the same two students in Angharad’s vision. Their attraction to one another is immediate and intense, but can she trust Rhyse or will he run for the hills when she tells him about her visions. It is all unleashed when Angharad discovers that Rhyse is part of the call. Are they destined for love or betrayal? Murders are uncovered, spells are cast and love is found. The battle of power between good and evil begins.


About Patricia Hudson

Patricia Hudson was born in Wales, U.K. As a young girl she moved to America with her family and currently resides on a small horse farm in central Illinois, with her husband, David, two dogs, and her beloved quarter horse.

She has written seven books: Stolen Heartsreleased in 2013. The Call, Love on the Double T, Love’s Deception, and The Exchangeto be published in 2014. Also in production are The Circle, and Jana Morgan, PI.

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My Review of The Match (A Novelette) by Hunnydew

The Match by Hunnydew

‘What ifs’ and ‘could have beens’ are probably the most painful thoughts that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

These are a few of the lessons that Jarlin Trance learned the hard way when he met Justine Marthens.

His passion for basketball led his path to cross with hers. But will it also be the reason that will keep them apart?

Justine takes pride at the fact that she is the only girl among all the players of the co-ed high school basketball teams to be called CAPTAIN. As she worked blood, sweat and tears for the title, she worked as hard to be a straight A student. It seems that her ‘Glory Days’ always involved a ball and a pen. But someone is always someone else’s match, and she has to learn to suck that up when Jarlin joins her team.

What starts out as an innocent race for glory, though, turns out to be a race for each other’s hearts. For as Jarlin keeps his ‘I-have-never-met-her-and-I-do-not-wish-to-meet-her’ kind of fiancee a secret, Justine keeps her real feelings in the dark.

Hunnydew takes you to a journey of mismatches and perfect matches that never seem to collide. The Match tells of a story of a young girl and a young boy, both attracted to each other, but are kept away by the court that keeps them going and by the feelings that keep them taking a few steps back.

What I love about the novelette is that it is written in a male point-of-view when the author is a lovely Filipina. The words flow fluidly and though there are only about a few chapters, the story unfolds flawlessly. Chapter after chapter, the situations and dilemmas are unwrapped subtly, surprising you with the outcomes and  conclusions. Its ending – something which I did not expect – made me literally post a rant on Facebook, demanding that, as my heart thudded loudly against my chest, Hunneydew wrote a novel-length version or at least a sequel.

It is certainly one book that kept me at the edge of my seat!

Hunneydew left a big impression on me as a reader. Her debut novelette is one that I am sure will bring her more projects, fans and followers, and success! Great job, Hunneydew!

Will I recommend it to you, readers? MOST DEFINITELY. 


with Hunnydew, author of The Match

with Hunnydew, author of The Match

Hunnydew, or simply Hunny, is a college graduate and a career woman for more than five years now.

Writing has always been her passion ever since she was introduced to the Journalism Club in third grade.

Unable to escape the creative world, she continues to write both in English and Tag-Lish (Tagalog-English or Filipino-English).

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Tell Me

The air is cooler than usual,

sweeping my hair off my face.

I hasten with the world –

runners beside me; cars feet away.

I close my eyes and imagine –

a night more beautiful than this;

your smile, more sweetly than the one this morning;

your face, more serene than when you sleep.

I imagine – vividly, then clearly.


But you have to tell me.

Tell me how much it hurts –

and I will take your pain away.

Hold me – the way you always do,

and take a breath so deep until you forget.

You just have to give it to me –

and I will carry it

so you wouldn’t have to.


But you have to show me.

Show me how much it hurts –

and I will understand why you laugh,

I will understand why you turn away,

why you deny me your world.

Face me – the way you used to

and fold your mask.

You just have to make me see –

and I will wipe your tears off your face.

I will cry

so you wouldn’t have to.


But you have to make me believe.

Make me believe that you need someone –

and I will walk with you a thousand miles;

and I will stay behind you, if you need your pride;

and I will walk ahead of you, if you need to hide.

Call me – the way you used to

and I will be right there,

on the other end of the line.

You just have to tell me everything.

I’m waiting.

For I may not be in love with you now,

but I know I love you…

enough to give you happiness,

even when you are not mine.


KZ Riman / March 05, 2014 / 09:45PM

“I’m right behind you.”


Another Great Review for Kissing Another Grimaldi!!!

I never thought I would be able to touch a man’s heart when I first wrote Kissing Another Grimaldi. I have often imagined women reading the novel and smiling, dreaming with me.

So when I read this part of Jayson Santos’ review, my life simply became better.

I think the best strength of KZ Riman’s debut novel, Kissing Another Grimaldi, is its ability to switch the story telling between the male and female protagonists without bringing about bewilderment; thus, providing a balance of thoughts and emotions for both gender of readers. One of the reasons why romantic novels, especially ones blended with eroticism, are less appealing to male readers is because they tend to focus on and adore the female character. So the male counterpart becomes less represented. I had no idea what measures the author took, but she was able to adequately show the masculine side of the story by exposing the actions, thoughts, and inner feelings of a man in the roles of a son, brother, cousin, friend, and lover.

Thank you, Jayson Santos for making my day! Heck, you even made my month! And believe me, I have been praying March to be MY month.


Learn more about Jayson Santos and how his Thoughts Are Things in themselves already, and visit his blog!


A Nice Lunch at a Nay’s House

I never usually do blog entries on the restaurants I go to, but I guess since I am rebuilding myself and getting ready for the greatest journey of my life, I might as well do things right and with little changes.

So I had lunch last Saturday with my mother and Father O’Neal, a priest I met back in high school, and we talked a lot about how life has turned out – for me, at least. When I first met Father O’Neal, I was a supposed cancer patient. I was falsely diagnosed with Malignant Lymphoma and recovering from the emotional trauma that had caused me was actually one of my life’s greatest struggles. Sometimes, I thought I had not really recovered fully. Now, I believe I am a patient of another kind and I needed my friend priest for counselling, more than he needed me for parish/community service.

I may not be able to share more of what we talked about, but I guess I will be able to share with you the dining experience.

We had lunch at Nay’s House, a classy restaurant with a colonial-looking house as its front. It rests near other historical spots of the Province of Tarlac, like Diwa ng Tarlak, Tarlac Capitol, Romulo Memorial Library, and Tarlac State University.

Nay's House by KZ Riman

Nay's House by KZ Riman

Showcase shelves greeted us upon entry. Displayed here are delicacies of Tarlac and of its neighboring province for take-home purchases.



The place is as cozy as I expected it to be, which made conversation with the two people I was with very easy and natural. It actually felt like home, and that wasn’t only because I wanted to sound romantic or anything. The lighting, the calamansi decorations and flowers on the tables, the wooden floors and panels… everything shouted personal territory.



The menu may seem ordinary to a lot of people, but the taste was actually something to search for. We had Bistek Tagalog (something I do not usually eat, but was able to enjoy nonetheless) , Fish Steak (which was actually salmon, and something I enjoyed very much because of its unique sauce and the fact that it was perfectly baked), Stir Fried Vegetables (Ugh! A few of the freshest veggie dishes I have had in my life! This time, I actually believe the nice waitress when she said “best seller”) and Gambas Al Aljitto (my most sought after dish).


I have always been fond of food. It is one of my many weaknesses. I must say – and I really mean it – that the experience at Nay’s House is beyond compare, and that is not only because I was with two important people in my life. I was able to share with them a really nice meal, as much as I was able to share with them my life.

And oh! If you are wondering if only I did the sharing… no. I guessed the food gave my mother and Father O. great moods and they began sharing as well!


I hope I will be returning there to share yet another part of my life with someone I know is special.




KZ Riman