Happy birthday to the very talented @jakepittsbvb of @blackveilbrides #bvbarmy #jakepitts #guitarist

Happy birthday to the very talented @jakepittsbvb of @blackveilbrides #bvbarmy #jakepitts #guitarist


"The good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway." -Gabrille Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac { #painting #abstract #art #birds #latepost }

"The good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway." -Gabrille Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac { #painting #abstract #art #birds #latepost }


It’s called a very slow progress. #stillstruggling #ontheworks #art #painting #day2

It’s called a very slow progress. #stillstruggling #ontheworks #art #painting #day2


I had a jar once. I had it since I was a kid. It was an empty jar, but a jar nonetheless. I had it in my room amongst my other special items. It sits beside my jewelry box and my favorite book.

I had always treasured my jar, wiping it clean from time to time. But I never opened this jar. Not once did I dare to take off the lid. And that’s part of what makes it special. Being untouched. Being reserved.

My Mother, every time she comes into my room to clean up my mess, would ask me why I still keep the jar.

She said, “Why not put that jar into good use and put some loose change in it?”

"It already contains something inside," I would reply.

Hearing this, Mother would just shrug and proceed with her cleaning, as if I simply just said, “No.”

Whenever my friends come over for a sleepover they would say, “What’s up with the empty jar?”

"It has sentimental value," I would say.

Hearing this, my friends would just shrug and proceed with gossiping about boys and school, as if I simply just said, “Just because.”

And then my cousins would say in every reunion we have, “You still keep your jar?”

I’d reply, “It’s not just a jar.”

Hearing this, my cousins would just shrug and proceed with story-telling, as if I simply just said, “Yes.”

Years went by and it was time to leave home. For college. For work. For marriage. For family life. 

Much later on, I almost forgot about my jar, until my husband and I visited my sick Mother one Christmas eve.

"So now can you tell me, why you never opened that jar?" Mother said, pointing to the same jar I kept in my old room for so many years.

"Because it contains something inside," I replied yet again.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Did you open it, Mother?"

She batted an eye before nodding hesitantly.

I sighed. “Oh well, I guess I lost it now.”

"What did you lose exactly dear? There’s nothing inside but air," she explained.

"That’s exactly my point. I never opened it because I fear to lose something not mine, but feel like it’s been stolen from me once I do."

Read more on www.lilahgran.blogspot.com {#shortstory #writing #lilahgran #emptyjar #poetry }

I had a jar once. I had it since I was a kid. It was an empty jar, but a jar nonetheless. I had it in my room amongst my other special items. It sits beside my jewelry box and my favorite book.

I had always treasured my jar, wiping it clean from time to time. But I never opened this jar. Not once did I dare to take off the lid. And that’s part of what makes it special. Being untouched. Being reserved.

My Mother, every time she comes into my room to clean up my mess, would ask me why I still keep the jar.

She said, “Why not put that jar into good use and put some loose change in it?”

"It already contains something inside," I would reply.

Hearing this, Mother would just shrug and proceed with her cleaning, as if I simply just said, “No.”

Whenever my friends come over for a sleepover they would say, “What’s up with the empty jar?”

"It has sentimental value," I would say.

Hearing this, my friends would just shrug and proceed with gossiping about boys and school, as if I simply just said, “Just because.”

And then my cousins would say in every reunion we have, “You still keep your jar?”

I’d reply, “It’s not just a jar.”

Hearing this, my cousins would just shrug and proceed with story-telling, as if I simply just said, “Yes.”

Years went by and it was time to leave home. For college. For work. For marriage. For family life.

Much later on, I almost forgot about my jar, until my husband and I visited my sick Mother one Christmas eve.

"So now can you tell me, why you never opened that jar?" Mother said, pointing to the same jar I kept in my old room for so many years.

"Because it contains something inside," I replied yet again.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Did you open it, Mother?"

She batted an eye before nodding hesitantly.

I sighed. “Oh well, I guess I lost it now.”

"What did you lose exactly dear? There’s nothing inside but air," she explained.

"That’s exactly my point. I never opened it because I fear to lose something not mine, but feel like it’s been stolen from me once I do."

Read more on www.lilahgran.blogspot.com {#shortstory #writing #lilahgran #emptyjar #poetry }


I had a jar once. I had it since I was a kid. It was an empty jar, but a jar nonetheless. I had it in my room amongst my other special items. It sits beside my jewelry box and my favorite book.

I had always treasured my jar, wiping it clean from time to time. But I never opened this jar. Not once did I dare to take off the lid. And that’s part of what makes it special. Being untouched. Being reserved.

My Mother, every time she comes into my room to clean up my mess, would ask me why I still keep the jar.

She said, “Why not put that jar into good use and put some loose change in it?”

"It already contains something inside," I would reply.

Hearing this, Mother would just shrug and proceed with her cleaning, as if I simply just said, “No.”

Whenever my friends come over for a sleepover they would say, “What’s up with the empty jar?”

"It has sentimental value," I would say.

Hearing this, my friends would just shrug and proceed with gossiping about boys and school, as if I simply just said, “Just because.”

And then my cousins would say in every reunion we have, “You still keep your jar?”

I’d reply, “It’s not just a jar.”

Hearing this, my cousins would just shrug and proceed with story-telling, as if I simply just said, “Yes.”

Years went by and it was time to leave home. For college. For work. For marriage. For family life. 

Much later on, I almost forgot about my jar, until my husband and I visited my sick Mother one Christmas eve.

"So now can you tell me, why you never opened that jar?" Mother said, pointing to the same jar I kept in my old room for so many years.

"Because it contains something inside," I replied yet again.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Did you open it, Mother?"

She batted an eye before nodding hesitantly.

I sighed. “Oh well, I guess I lost it now.”

"What did you lose exactly dear? There’s nothing inside but air," she explained.

Read more on: http://lilahgran.blogspot.com { #shortstory #writing #emptyjar #lilahgran }
It took a minute or two before my Mother smiled and said, “This is about that boy from your childhood isn’t it? The one who died at age 6?”

I nodded, teary

I had a jar once. I had it since I was a kid. It was an empty jar, but a jar nonetheless. I had it in my room amongst my other special items. It sits beside my jewelry box and my favorite book.

I had always treasured my jar, wiping it clean from time to time. But I never opened this jar. Not once did I dare to take off the lid. And that’s part of what makes it special. Being untouched. Being reserved.

My Mother, every time she comes into my room to clean up my mess, would ask me why I still keep the jar.

She said, “Why not put that jar into good use and put some loose change in it?”

"It already contains something inside," I would reply.

Hearing this, Mother would just shrug and proceed with her cleaning, as if I simply just said, “No.”

Whenever my friends come over for a sleepover they would say, “What’s up with the empty jar?”

"It has sentimental value," I would say.

Hearing this, my friends would just shrug and proceed with gossiping about boys and school, as if I simply just said, “Just because.”

And then my cousins would say in every reunion we have, “You still keep your jar?”

I’d reply, “It’s not just a jar.”

Hearing this, my cousins would just shrug and proceed with story-telling, as if I simply just said, “Yes.”

Years went by and it was time to leave home. For college. For work. For marriage. For family life.

Much later on, I almost forgot about my jar, until my husband and I visited my sick Mother one Christmas eve.

"So now can you tell me, why you never opened that jar?" Mother said, pointing to the same jar I kept in my old room for so many years.

"Because it contains something inside," I replied yet again.

"I have a confession to make," she said.

"Did you open it, Mother?"

She batted an eye before nodding hesitantly.

I sighed. “Oh well, I guess I lost it now.”

"What did you lose exactly dear? There’s nothing inside but air," she explained.

Read more on: http://lilahgran.blogspot.com { #shortstory #writing #emptyjar #lilahgran }
It took a minute or two before my Mother smiled and said, “This is about that boy from your childhood isn’t it? The one who died at age 6?”

I nodded, teary


It’s been a while since I held a brush I dunno how to finish this damn thing. Should I abandon this for good? #ontheworks #struggling #painting #art

It’s been a while since I held a brush I dunno how to finish this damn thing. Should I abandon this for good? #ontheworks #struggling #painting #art


Almost 2 years in waiting. This is going to be worth it. πŸ“š { #dreamsofgodsandmonsters #daughterofsmokeandbones #daysofbloodandstarlight #lainitaylor #fantasy #trilogy #yalit } Thanks #fullybooked for keeping my copy. πŸ‘

Almost 2 years in waiting. This is going to be worth it. πŸ“š { #dreamsofgodsandmonsters #daughterofsmokeandbones #daysofbloodandstarlight #lainitaylor #fantasy #trilogy #yalit } Thanks #fullybooked for keeping my copy. πŸ‘


I’ve never felt so me in days #ootd #outfitoftheday #edgy

I’ve never felt so me in days #ootd #outfitoftheday #edgy


#LotuSpa: My Mum & Ate Ludeth with #KISSFM 102.3 DJ Rod, DJ Haila, and DJ Precy.Thanks for visiting! #ad #spa #beauty #lifestyle #guagua #pampanga #philippines

#LotuSpa: My Mum & Ate Ludeth with #KISSFM 102.3 DJ Rod, DJ Haila, and DJ Precy.Thanks for visiting! #ad #spa #beauty #lifestyle #guagua #pampanga #philippines


Today’s result. I suppose Dreams of Gods & Monsters by Laini Taylor can wait… again. #acrosstheuniverse #bethrevis

Today’s result. I suppose Dreams of Gods & Monsters by Laini Taylor can wait… again. #acrosstheuniverse #bethrevis


My Mum just launched #LotuSpa at Sto. Nino, Guagua, Pampanga for facial, body care & therapeutic massage services. More details on facebook.com/officiallotuspa & don’t forget to give us a thumbs up πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ while you’re there #beauty #spa #lifestyle #pampanga #philippines #isupport πŸ’†πŸ’…πŸ’‹

My Mum just launched #LotuSpa at Sto. Nino, Guagua, Pampanga for facial, body care & therapeutic massage services. More details on facebook.com/officiallotuspa & don’t forget to give us a thumbs up πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ while you’re there #beauty #spa #lifestyle #pampanga #philippines #isupport πŸ’†πŸ’…πŸ’‹


Sometimes I dunno how I find these things. #booksale you are heaven sent! 😊 #avrillavigne

Sometimes I dunno how I find these things. #booksale you are heaven sent! 😊 #avrillavigne