To A Friend I Lost Along The Way

 

When someone will ask me how you are now, I really don’t know what to say.

Because I don’t really know anything about you at all.

Well, I used to know everything about you.

I used to be the first one you tell every little things that happened to you to

Or the things you want to do

Sadly, that’s not the case anymore.

It was a three-hundred-sixty-degrees turn.

We used to walk the same road

Until we decided that road was already too narrow for us

And we went our separate ways.

The everyday conversations became once or twice a week

Until there was none anymore

I used to be part of the scenes in your life story

And now, I’m just on the outside.

I can’t enter those scenes anymore

Other people already took my once special role in your life

You chose to take a bow and have your final exit in my life’s scenes, as well

And I can’t force you to stay.

Maybe I’m still mad and sad at what happened between us

And it hurts that while I’m still in pain,

You seemed ok about it

You seemed fine without me

I never stopped caring for you, you know

But without you noticing it, you stopped caring for me

You stopped knowing who I was

One day, maybe one day I can accept it also the way you do

I hope one day I can also learn to accept that there’s no more us

And that this friendship has already came to an end.

We’ve already said our goodbye

But I do hope that when you remember me (if ever you will have the time to do that)

You will still smile and remember all our good times and not our sad ending.

I will always pray for your good life.

I will always love you, my once special friend.

Until then…

 

 

Dear you: I’m the one that got away.

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I did like you, but she loves you. And for that, she deserves you more.

I met you at such a time when I least expect that feeling to knock in my heart again. Yes, that’s cliche. And yes, that’s true. I traveled miles away from home not to feel that feeling again, but to find another piece of home in a foreign land and to pursue my passion  and calling. And then you happened.

Life has a series of firsts. And in some of the many firsts in my life, you were there. You were in that scene when I first experienced the felicity of singing a particular song just because it was about us. I’ve kept a good number of memories with you. How you made me feel on a high without you realizing it just because I’m very good at pretending they were just usual stuff for me. But believe me, they all made a mark in me.  I’d say those were lovely to keep in my memory box.

No, we were never together. There wasn’t any label at all. I’d say we were like those ‘almost’ stuff we usually see in movies.We just didn’t end the way they ended in movies. It was a sudden end. You know, those types where the other one will still keep on thinking why everything ended.

And it was me who WAS left wondering. While you went on creating new chapters in your life, I was left thinking why the sweet days had to end.

For a while I thought the pain will take a long time to heal. Surprisingly, it didn’t. Yes, I still think of you. I still remember you whenever I hear those songs or pass by those particular places. I did spend a couple of months trying to move on from where we left off. But seeing you again after almost a year, I just know that that was the closure that I needed. That’s what I needed to finally end this delusion that we still have it.

I like you. But that won’t be enough to make me compromise my standards and my beliefs. You were almost perfect for me. I almost darkened all my checked boxes when I met you. But that one thing that is very important to me and that would help me determine if you are ‘the one,’ that’s the only box that was left un-checked. And I wouldn’t dare give that one up for the thrill of having someone.

We don’t share the same love for Jesus.

You may say I’m too righteous and I’ve set my bar too high. Yes, I do. I’ve waited long enough for God’s best for me and I wouldn’t want to play along the curves just for that ‘in a relationship’ status.

We’ve lost that bond. But I’m happy to keep my principle. As you’ve told me before, you admire me for being able to keep my standards and keeping firm about it. And I will still keep that until that rightful person comes along.

If there’s one thing I feel sad about losing us, it’s the friendship. We weren’t able to save it. I knew we tried but it just can’t be the same again.

I’ve been seeing your photos with the girl. You seemed happy. And being happy for you was the decision I’ve made that night we met again and you talked to me about her. Yes, I did like you, but she loves you. And for that, she deserves you more.

I’d like to believe our episode already ended. You are happy creating new memories with her and I’m happy and contented waiting for God’s rightful one for me. I don’t know until when the waiting will be, but I trust God’s process and timing. As for you, I wish you well. I do hope you will not forget me wherever you will go. Well at least, I hope you will keep me in your memory box as well as I’ll be keeping you in mine. You made me happy for that particular episode of my life and you deserve that spot.

Until we meet again. Maybe in one of the streets of this city. Or maybe somewhere in this world.

Crossing Cultures in Vung Tau

Crossing Cultures in Vung Tau

Living in Vietnam for more than 8 months now, I could say that this country is not done yet surprising me with its stunning and charming places. I could honestly say that I have never expected Vietnam to be this lovely.

Just last weekend, a Vietnamese colleague and friend, Rosie, invited me to her hometown in Ba Ria – Vung Tau province. This place is just two hours away from Ho Chi Minh city and could easily be reached by bus, van or even motorbike. And yes, even though it’s just near the city center, I didn’t have the luxury of time to visit this small province before. Not until last weekend. All thanks to my good Vietnamese friend who was kind and hospitable enough to invite me to her place.

On the road to Vung Tau

When the clock struck 6:00 last Friday, me and my friend  hurriedly turned off our computers, got our stuff and went straight to the ground floor and waited for a cab that will take us to the bus terminal going to Vung Tau.

It wasn’t actually a bus but a van that brought us to Vung Tau. A smooth, comfortable less than 2 hours ride for only VND 80,000. There was one stop-over on the way for those who want to go to the comfort room or buy something to eat.

We left Ho Chi Minh city around 7pm and we arrived at Rosie’s house in Vung Tau around 8:30 pm. While approaching the town proper of Vung Tau, I kept saying to my friend that that was not how I imagined Vung Tau to be. Before I had my eyes laid on this small town, I imagined Vung Tau to be very rural — like grass fields on both sides of the road, traditional wooden houses, not much people on the streets, and all the countryside images you can think of.

But the Vung Tau I saw last weekend was way different from what I’d imagined. The town is more like a small city within the suburbs but very vibrant and full of life. You wouldn’t even feel you are away from Ho Chi Minh city, except for some areas where you can only see the sea and mountain.

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For a starter, my friend’s house is really gorgeous! It’s the type you usually see on TV series. It’s a modern Vietnamese house with really yummy colors. I even joked Rosie that her house is like a big ice cream for me.

The next day, my friend and her parents toured me around the town and tried various types of Vietnamese food I fondly call “Vung Tau hits.” I tried Banh khot for breakfast and Rosie’s mom’s special version of mon cuon  or rolled in rice paper dish, and cha ca or fish cake. Then for dinner, we had seafood hotpot that’s really ngon (delicious in Vietnamese)! And before we capped the night off, Rosie and her friend even let me have that Turkish ice cream and the banh bong lan (cheese cupcake) I’ve been raving to have! It was such a tummy-filled night!

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Enjoying my Turkish ice cream:-)

 

A memorable trip

The whole day might not be enough to see all the wonderful tourist spots in Vung Tau and experience swimming on its beach waters, but nevertheless, it was a tour worth having. Aside from the fact that it was a free tour– all thanks to Rosie and her family — I was able to see Vung Tau from the local’s perspectives. I actually felt not a tourist that time but more of a visiting relative from another part of Vietnam. That was what Rosie and her family made me feel that time. They were so welcoming, warm and hospitable. Perhaps, that was what made this trip really memorable. It might just be a usual tour along the countryside of Vietnam, but the people who welcomed me there made a lot of difference.

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with my Vietnamese friend, Rosie:-)

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That short Vung Tau trip made me appreciate Vietnam more, especially its people. It made me see the Vietnamese people in a different light. It was also a good chance for me to really get to experience the local’s way of life and how the local family treat each other. I realized that the Vietnamese and Filipino families are not really very different when it comes to how they value their families. Both countries give high value to family relationships and have a really close ties among the members. If not for the language difference, I would have felt that I’m actually just spending time with my close relatives.

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Vung Tau may not be as stunning or as famous as the other tourists destinations in Vietnam, but it definitely charmed my heart with its simplicity and laid-back feel. Moreover, the people who welcomed me there and let me in their humble abode made me realized how blessed I am to be able to experience another culture and be treated like I’m actually a part of the family. This trip is definitely one for the memory box:-)

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Nap Time Thoughts of A Preschool Teacher

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Nap time. One of my favorite parts of the day in school right now. A lot of random thoughts usually run in my mind during this time as I watch my students sleep beside each other,

I wonder how many of them will actually meet again maybe 15-20 years after their kindergarten days and fall in love with each other? What are the odds? Probabilities?

I wonder if they will ever remember that they once slept beside each other during nap time in preschool before. Will they ever remember that they once shared a spoon of ice cream just because the little boy still wants some ice cream and the little girl was kind enough to give him a spoonful of it? Will the little boy remember that he once grabbed the toy truck from the little girl just because he thinks trucks are just for boys? Will the little girl remember that she once cried so loud because of that little boy or will she just remember how she laughed at the funny antics of the little boy when they were playing with the wooden blocks at the construction corner? Will both of them remember how they made a good team trying to build a tower with those blocks and not letting their other classmates join in on the fun just because that moment was exclusively theirs?

How many of these kids will have their hearts broken before they even reach their puberty stage? The kind of heart ache that seemed just a tiny piece of wound but could actually give so much effect in his/her growing up years? The kind of wound that you thought you have forgotten already but could actually haunt you and make you remember that pain once you meet someone again and try your chance on falling in love again. I wonder who among them will end up best friends for life? Or who will end up as “just friends” just because they tried it but they realized they are better off as friends?

I have more than a dozen young, innocent souls in my classroom of happiness now. Each of them has a distinct personality that makes them different from one another. Each is special in his/her own way. Each of them amuses me in their own lovely way. Sometimes while waiting for them to close their eyes and fall asleep during nap time, I just can’t help but imagine how the romance part of their lives will turn out to be. Who will fall in love with who? Who will have his/her heartbroken by who? Who will end up getting married to each other? Will there be someone from that class who would actually try to look for his/her classmate after so many years just to let him/her know that he/she once a had a huge crush on him/her? Will there be someone who will be bold enough to confess his/her feelings?

Maybe I am just a plain hopeless romantic that even at those down times when I can just rest my body from half a day of extensive work in school and prepare myself for the next half to cap off the day, I just can’t hold off my mind from thinking about those random stuff.

Or perhaps, deep inside my heart, I just want all of them to experience the kind of wonderful love they all deserve. Because they all deserve to be loved in a special way. No matter how they piss me off sometimes with their rowdiness, I have to admit that I’ve grown so fond of each and everyone of them. And yes, I do love them. I love the fact that I am their teacher and they think of me as their mommy in school. And like a real mommy, I want them to find the love they all deserve in the future. If only I can shield them from heartbreak by teaching them about the Dos and Don’ts of falling in love, but even me myself is still a student of that lesson. I am still learning. I haven’t mastered that yet, and perhaps I never will. I just hope that no matter how many heartbreaks they will experience or how deep the pain they would experience in the future, my little angels will still continue believing in love and that they will not lose hope that they can also find and experience true love. I hope that when they get their hearts broken, they will remember how they were in Kindergarten — cry so loud and then move on like as if nothing happened. I hope they will not dwell too much on the pain but instead, use those pains to become a better person in life and in love.

If only I can tell these to them. But I’d rather not spoil the mystery of life and love to them. I will let them discover on their own how wonderful it is to live, to find love, to fall in love, to lose it and find it again. Anyway, they are still too young to fathom the complexities of it all. For the meantime, I will just let them play and enjoy the simplicity of life in their little perfect world.

Of Sunday Mornings and A New Heart for Vietnam

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Sunday morning. Some couple of months ago, Sunday mornings meant a lot different to me. It meant waking up early and prepping up to attend Sunday service in our church in Medan, Indonesia. It meant preparing the sound system to make sure that the audio works well and some minor preparations before the service starts. It also meant meeting and spending time with my spiritual family there. Most important of all, Sunday mornings meant hearing God’s word and listening to the preaching of our pastor there.

Well Sunday morning took a kind of different turn for me now. Instead of prepping up to attend a Sunday service, I woke up early to wash my week’s worth of clothes and met my new Vietnamese friend who will take me to the street where our church is located here in Ho Chi Minh City. Well we did find the address but Im still not sure if my church really holds service there so I still have to go back a little later for the English service schedule. My friend had to leave me since she has a scheduled date with her boyfriend so I had to brave the streets of District 3 going to District 1 alone.

Almost 5 months and a lot of things have changed. From always having someone to be with me wherever I go, I now find myself doing everything on my own. Well, I do have some friends here who were kind enough to drive me around the city but still, there are just some things you got used to that you will long for every now and then. I’m missing those times when just a single call or text and there’s already someone who’s very willing to go with you wherever.

Being on your own has its pros and cons. Well, I could go out anytime now without having to think about whether someone’s waiting for me to go home or not. I can go wherever I want randomly. I can choose to eat or not. I can choose to sleep the whole day or just go around the city the whole day. Everything is totally up to me. Sometime ago, I dreamed of living this kind of life and I’m totally experiencing it now.

When I first set my feet on Vietnam, I didn’t know anyone. Everything is really unfamiliar to me. I haven’t even been to this country before. I don’t have any idea what’s in store for me here. I just know that I need to take this certificate course if I want to teach overseas and Vietnam’s a good choice. It’s like I’m in one of the biggest and exciting challenges of my life and I only rely on God’s grace every single day. But from Day 1 up to this day, I think I am loving how I am seeing myself now. I am discovering things about myself which I never thought I could be before. I thought I wouldn’t be able to fit in with the group of people from other nations, but it turned out I could and I could even be just as weirdly normal to them as I am with my other friends. I thought I’m kind of shy when speaking in front, but I realized that I could very well do it when the need arise and I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. Never mind if I have to speak to a group of people with different nationalities, personalities, and perceptions. If I need to do it, I would do it.

I have to admit, though, I still miss the people I used to share my Sundays with in Indonesia. A big part of my heart is still longing that one day, I would still be able to attend Sunday services with them again. I miss hearing people talking in Bahasa because Vietnamese language is really different. I couldn’t understand a thing since there’s almost no similarity with the Filipino language.

I am praying to God to give me a new heart for this nation. I want to have a new heart for Vietnam and I want to love this country as much as I am loving Indonesia. This is just my first week, though. I know that there are still a lot about Vietnam that I have yet to discover and love. I am opening up my heart to this nation and I’m pretty sure God has a special reason and purpose why I am where I am now. I’m just excited for I know that wonderful things are up ahead of me:-)

I am alone in this city but I am not lonely. I’ve gained a lot of new friends in just a matter of week and I know I will still have more as days go by. And who knows? Maybe finding a new love will be on its way:-)

Dear Friend

“I will wait until you decide to come back to me.”

“Until when are you going to wait?”

“Until I’m no longer in this world.”

I don’t know what good have I done to deserve a friend like you. No, actually you are not just a friend. You are a dear sister. A family to me. You made me feel so at home with you.

Our start was not so-good. You were so-so for me. I was just usual for you. Never did we imagine that we will be this close after that encounter.

I never had a long-distance relationship with a friend before. I mean, I have friends who are living miles away from me but the communication is not really as constant as ours. Imagine talking to each other almost everyday for the last 457 days since we became friends. Man! That’s clingy-ness to the highest level! 🙂

No, I’m not complaining. In fact, I love every moment we talk to each other. I love that even if some of our topics have already been repeated a number of times, still we enjoy talking about them. I love that we can spend how many hours talking on the phone and not really notice that it’s already been almost 4 hours. I love that even it’s just chatting, we can spend almost 3 hours and not really feel bored with each other. I love that we keep on updating each other on what is happening to us everyday.

We are just crazy together and we support each other’s craziness. We even have our own playlist for every season or issue we have, right? We can make an album with our friendship’s official soundtrack! And yes, we even have our own set of friendship quotes, too. I remember you even said that maybe if we’re going to compile all those quotes, we can already publish a book 🙂

Our friendship, is of course, not perfect. We’ve had more issues than the times we spent together. Sometimes just a simple word could already start a long argument. There were days of not talking, trying to control the urge to chat, and waiting who will give in first. We would know how each other feels through checking the status in BBM or the tweets in Twitter or through the songs we’re listening at the moment which we also post. Hashtag: #NowPlaying. Oh, and how can I forget the tagging of each other in Instagram when we see some photo or quote that reminds us of us?

Weird as we seem to be but that’s just how we are as friends. That’s how we keep up with each other. Those things are already part of our friendship. Guess, we are just weird together and we are enjoying it. How many times have we talked about “the end” or “space” or “time-off?” I lost count already. But I’m glad that we are still together. Still sticking with each other. Still the best tag team ever even with our imperfections.

You are that kind of friend that I really couldn’t believe exist. The way that you show your love for me is just beyond what my heart could contain. You are indeed one of God’s greatest blessings to me. I will forever be thankful to Him for your life and your friendship.

I know I always tell you how thankful I am with you and how you really touch my life. But last night, you made me see you in a different perspective. When you rebuked me for how I reacted over some issues we were talking about, I just felt like I was poured a tub of cold water. It was like you put the sanity back to me. I admit that when I’m in the height of my emotions, I can’t seem to think clearly and you put back that sanity with the words you uttered that time. I honestly felt ashamed that I’m way older than you but it was you who was telling me what I should do to brush off those silly thoughts.

Yes, my pride was bruised for a moment. I felt small in front of you. I felt so immature. But then that conversation with you last night was one of the meaningful conversations we had. It made me realized that it’s not really the age that can determine a person’s maturity. You acted and thought 10x more mature than me that time. And you seriously impressed me. Yes, I was embarrassed but somehow, I felt happy with how you are becoming. I just felt so proud of you.

That was indeed a defining moment. I was broken that time and there you were, telling me things that I actually already know.  But that time when you uttered those words, it was like those are the things I needed to hear right that moment so I can think clearly. And yes, you were right when you said that maybe, God is using you so I can learn more about dealing with some of my issues.

Yes, God is really using you not only to make me feel love and appreciated, but to speak life to me. To keep me together. To tell me to keep pressing on when I already want to give up. To encourage me. To inspire me. To make me smile. To make me laugh my heart out. To make me feel and experience pain so I would know how to deal with them accordingly.

THANK YOU. Words are not really enough to let you know how blessed I am to have you in my life. Thank you for sticking with me despite all the hurts and stressed I’ve caused you. Thank you for not giving up on our friendship. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for loving me that much. Thank you for all the lessons you didn’t know you are teaching me. I am learning a lot from you:-)

SORRY. For those times I’ve hurt you and I made you feel stressed. Sorry for being inconsiderate of your feelings. I am really sorry. I hope I can be better for you in the coming days and months and years.

I hope and I pray that we will be friends until we both couldn’t recognize each other anymore because of old age. Until our face gets wrinkled and we can no longer walk long miles because our feet are both shaky already.

P.S. Don’t forget that you will be the bridesmaid in my wedding and I will be part of your entourage, too:-) You will be the godmother of my soon-to-be mini-me and I will be the godmother of your little ones, too 🙂

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I LOVE YOU so much. I may not be the best ate you could ever have but I love you to the best that I can.

And to quote Elle Goulding: How long will I love you? As long as stars are above you and longer if I can.

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The Story of My 2013 in A Thousand Words & Million Happy Smiles

“Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any attention.” – Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

In a few hours time, my 2013 will just be a memory to me. Another leaf in the calendar to throw away and replace with the new one. An old journal to keep inside the box and a new one with the blank pages to fill with fresh thoughts and new hopes. A new jar of happy pills to fill in with happy moments.

My 2013 seemed to happen so swiftly, but nevertheless, I believe that in all of the moments that happened to me this year, I was able to savor it and live within it during the time of their occurrences. I enjoyed every scene I played in my 2013 life story. I cherished every episodes with much appreciation and gratefulness because I know that after that, I can never recreate those special moments again. You can be with the same people in the scene again but the emotions you felt during that time could be a lot different.

Looking back at my 2013, my heart is full of gratitude for I really felt God’s love embracing me all throughout. Since the first month up to the last, God’s always present and involved in every bits and pieces of my 2013 story. I still don’t have a boyfriend and I’m too far to be engaged but who cares?! There are still a lot of things to thank Father God for the year that’s about to end.

I’m thankful that I still have my family with me. We are still complete and happy. Although there maybe occasional setbacks but our faith in God is steadfast that He will restore everything in His time. Every day that I wake up and I see them lying next to me, or when I go to my Lola’s house and see everyone there or have a phone call with a tito or tita or my cousins living a bit farther form us, I’m overwhelmed with much gratefulness that the protection of God is upon our family.

I’m thankful for the gift of friendship. I’m thankful that God gave me different set of friends who are really for keeps. Some of them, I’ve been friends with for almost two decades now, some for a decade, some for 6 or 5 years, some for a couple of months, but nevertheless, God’s been gracious to bless my life with friends who accept me for who I am, laugh at my weirdness, understand my randomness, feel for me when I feel down, and rebuke me if necessary. Thankful for the broken relationships and burned bridges which have been restored this year. There were friends I lose along the way but I’m still hopeful that God can restore my relationship with them. Just as I have faith in Him, I also have faith in the foundation of our friendship and that no amount of misunderstanding or strife can totally ruin it.

I’m thankful for the new people that God brought in my life this 2013. In one way or the other, these people have touched my life in a very special way. They are, undoubtedly, another addition to my bunch of friends for keeps. I hope that God will also make use of me to extend His unconditional love to them.

I’m thankful to God for sending me to the nation of Medan, Indonesia. That mission trip is perhaps one of the highlights of my 2013. The year before, that mission trip was just a desire, but God made that desire come into fruition this year and I just couldn’t contain the happiness and fulfillment I felt when I was finally in the mission field. Indeed, man has plans but it is the Lord who will direct his steps (Proverbs 16:9). It wasn’t an easy episode  and there were a lot of emotional struggles I had to battle just to get through but God remained true to His promise till the end. He never left me and was faithful and providing for me and our team during that time. I’m also grateful to those people who allowed themselves to be used by God for this mission trip. Their “yes” really made a big difference in my 2013.

I’m thankful for my spiritual family. These people never fail to remind me of God’s goodness in my life and they’ve been great instruments on the changes in my perspectives about life and love in general. And truly, my walk with Jesus is made even more fun and enjoyable because I’m walking with them, too.

Nine years has passed and still I am thankful to Oliver and his family. He might have long bid goodbye to this world but the pieces of his life are still connected with me. I am forever thankful that God blessed me with another family in them.

Travels. Some people might view it as just a luxury, a waste of money perhaps. But never for me. Traveling makes me appreciate the life I live and the world I live in. It makes me value my job and hard work but also helps me understand that life is not just about pushing your way to the top without stopping for a moment and enjoying the beauty surrounding the road your trudging on. Traveling makes me come to terms with my fears and issues. It makes me experience different cultures, understand that people have different opinions on things, and it makes me appreciate and love my country — the Philippines — more and more. Moreover, it helps me weave words in a more creative manner which I never thought I could do before.

And on that note, I thank God for blessing me with travel opportunities and provisions this 2013. My Bangkok trip was memorable because that’s the first time I traveled with my family out of the country. The joy that I see in my mom’s face every time she shares about that Bangkok experience is really priceless.

I’m thankful for the jobs I got to do and earn from without feeling stressed or slaved out. I’m thankful for the students who made me feel like I’m the best teacher ever especially during our summer class. I’m thankful for my online employers who continuously give me community development and writing projects. I’m thankful for our events clients who entrusted the special milestone of their lives to us and for appreciating our service. I might not be trudging the corporate ladder with my power suits on but I’m equally happy where I am now. I’m blessed to be doing the things that I love the most and earn from them– writing, teaching, and events management.

Just as I’m part of the happy scenes in my 2013, there were also sad episodes that I had to act upon on. But I have to thank those melancholic moments, too for they helped me cling on to God more for strength and comfort. The issues and struggles I battled with in 2013 helped shaped the kind of faith I have now. And truly, at the end of every storms, there’s a rainbow to give hope and smiles for the coming days. I’m thankful that God was glorified even in my lowest points and I was able to bear witness to how He’s moving in my life.

2013 was also the year when I celebrated my 30th year of existence. Months, weeks, and days before my 30th birthday, I’ve been having mixed feelings about turning 30. In all honesty, I more of dreaded it before the day came. The thought of hitting the big 30 and still single, I believe, is a common dilemma. March 13 came and from 29, I finally became a 30-year-old single lady. But wait, I’m not just a 30-year-old single lady, I am a 30-year-old single but empowered, blessed, and complete woman of God. Hitting 30 did change some things in my life but I learned to embrace them all and celebrate the joy of hitting this age of maturity (hopefully). I am still single but I thank God endlessly for I know that He has already prepared “the one” for me. In His appointed time, I know our paths will meet. For now, I will busy myself doing what God has called me for while waiting for His best for me.

My 2013 wouldn’t be meaningful and complete without the presence of Father God in my life. I am eternally grateful that He is the Lord and Savior of my life. Each and everyday, I thank Him for the gift of my life and His involvement in every details of it. I hope that in the coming year, I will experience more of Him and soar higher with Him.

Happy New Year everyone!

Here’s to loving more the people you’re with, welcoming the new ones that will come into your life, embracing new changes, facing new challenges, winning over difficulties and trials, climbing more mountains and maybe hoping to move some, leaping of an even greater faith, sharing more laughter and joys, crying over heartbreaking moments, giving more of what we have, appreciating the people and things in our lives, giving more hugs, drinking more coffee and tsokolate batirol, munching more chocolates, reading more books, visiting more holes-in-the-wall, traveling to different places, and dreaming big dreams!

Let’s declare that 2014 is the Year of the Lord’s favor upon our lives!

Jeremiah 29: 11-13 

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

Cheers! Life is better when you share it with the people who matters to you! Share the love! Be blessed! 😀

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