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The stretch of time has been visible
Though unfathomable
There has been so much in words
But incomprehensible
And as the whole city is observed
There is a hope beheld
And though there are only angsts
There will be a light upheld

You tell me, 'My fingers are ten'
I ask, so what is it for
I ask you, is there anything you live for
You say, 'My hours are consumed'
There is a heavy and empty banter above
There is thirst and hunger around
There is so much wisdom hanging on paper
Nothing is done to thine wisdom's vapor

One day you will wake up and say
'I have so much words and my fingers are not bent'
And as you look around the steady high tides
Mist will cover the opening of your eyes

I Miss My Dad

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One of the most difficult things about longing probably is missing someone you won't see anymore. It's like a memory that's hazy and foggy--you know it's real, but it doesn't feel like it is anymore. Coupled with regrets and hopes which are to no avail, the longing gets even more unbearable at the worst instances.

It's been a lot of years now since Daddy passed away. A decade to be exact. I was 11 then, stupid and unaware of the effects of death. It just won't strike you as real or anything big at once, well, at least for me. It didn't happen that way. For all it was, I was wondering more than I was grieving. I found it normal. I found it as something which happens to anyone, anytime. I wasn't the grieving girl type when it happened.

Until the fact struck me. I remember the sad dreams that haunted me months after the event. I cried in my sleep, more of because I hoped the dreams were real. I cry when my mind wakes up, and realizes none of it were true. (When I wake up from a dream, I don't usually automatically open my eyes). The content of the dreams are usually the same, my father returns, an indication that he has already left. And at the end of it, leaves. Usually, he leaves when I am unaware of it, that I'll wander a little, thinking he's gonna be there when I return. Usually, in my dreams, I get lost looking for him. Maybe these are projections of my hopes that he'll still return. Because the grave doesn't look like it's full. It looks like a bed of grass with nothing else beneath it.

When I miss him, I feel like curling into a ball because I want to hug him so badly, but I know I couldn't ever anymore; because my chest hurts so badly, I want to make the pain seize; because I want to be like a little girl again, forgetting everything. There were those quiet sobbing at some nights, trying to conceal the pain. Sometimes the triggers are quite simple, a chocolate bar, a string of beads, a fragrance, a tall man, different things that remind me of him.

They say that time heals wounds, but I realized that the wounds will turn to scars--visible reminders of pain. And though they say scars don't hurt anymore, sometimes, it feels like there are frail scars, they hurt when you touch them. And though it is a decision to move forward and to not dwell on pain, it is human frailty to go back and wish things were different.

I have been healed from the pain, yes. But remembering is just inevitable, especially when someone deeply dear to you cannot be there for you anymore, all you have left are the memories and hopes. And though it is to no avail I hope he returns, I look forward to let him remain in my heart. Moving forward doesn't come with forgetting, shouldn't even. I told myself I should not dwell in the pain of the past anymore, but I concluded that doesn't mean I forget the beauty of it. How could I easily forget the only time I depended on a man? How could I forget that once in my life I have been carried? How could it be easy to unremember that time all I was waiting for was Daddy to appear on the school gates and pick me up?

I am thankful for the turns of events that crafted me to be who I am right now. I am thankful that it didn't go otherwise. I am thankful that everything has been well-orchestrated by my dear Creator. And though I remember, I won't go back and try to remedy things and try to do the improbable and impossible. I am happy to be reminded that my father was a good man who loved me and my siblings so much. I am happy to have had him in my life. Knowing that the Lord's design is for me not to have him in the entirety of my temporary existence, I am thankful that for the first eleven years in my life, I have been taken care of by someone like him. Time is rolling, and the time that I have had no Dad will be longer than the time he was with us, but my desire is to continue to treasure the memory of one of the most beautiful people I have ever met in this life.

Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much.

Whatever is...

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Among the many and diverse characteristics of us humans is our vulnerability--that one phenomenon that makes or breaks us. For me, I would define it as a trait that makes the things and people in our surroundings able to have an effect on or affect us. And, I can attest to the fact that it is present in every single one of us. We all are vulnerable.

As a Christian woman who has been striving to live a life of worship, I would say that the things around me attribute to my being. I am as much of a human as every single one of my co-humans is. Rains happen, summers come, floods rise up, lands get dried... life just simply goes on in a certain manner of difficulty. Honestly, it isn't easy. I like things which are different from what are right, the world around us can be so tempting--we sometimes feel like all we need to do is to go grab and get what it offers.

Despite the strong and aggressive efforts of the world to lure us into temptation though, we should be careful to keep ourselves preserved for the Utmost. We have been bought with a price, that which is more than silver or gold, more than riches or fame.

1 Corinthians 7:23-24, NLT

God paid a high price for you, so don't be enslaved by the world. 

Each of you, dear brothers and sisters, should remain 

as you were when God first called you.

And that calling started when we received Him, and acknowledged Him as lord and savior over our lives, therefore, that was upon us having been freed from our bond from the world. And the price He paid to buy us from that enslavery was the most precious blood of our dear Lord Jesus Christ. In the same manner, we should sacrificially offer ourselves before Him, trusting His greater plans for us, defying the lusts of the flesh, choosing what is honorable before Him.

Today, as I have thought about it, I have discovered that life wouldn't be easier from here onward. Things will happen, I will get my heart even more broken than I already have, and life will just continue to be life. But I have Him. And I want that to be the only thing that matters, for that to be enough for me. I may not be on that full scale of offering yet, but that is my desire because I know that I would be better off nowhere else than in His arms.

Dear Lord,
 I know that the world can be beautiful and glorious before my eyes--the grandiose of all such creation of men is too high it makes me want to climb. But to what will it avail if I follow my flesh and taint my worth off? To what will it avail if I obeyed my own desires and broke Your precious heart? Let me dare not to veer away from Your holiness, from Your orchestrations, from Your truths. Strengthen my heart that I will choose to honor You with whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy in Your sight. I am nothing but a weak being, dysfunctional and demented to my own disgrace, but the price You have placed as my worth makes all things invaluable, crafting me to be nothing else but a woman called, "Yours". Meet my heartbeats with Your plans, and let me love You to my deepest. 
SP
 

"One day, I'll fall in love"

"One day, I'll fall in love"

And the wilted flowers are to bloom
While the storms will dance beneath the sun
The waves will crash the mountain peaks
And the days will never meet the nights

"One day, I'll fall in love,"

Screamed a lady trapped up above
Cried a little boy running in the streets
Said a man living with a paper and the pen
Whispered a woman who knew no one

"One day, I'll fall in love..."

And you will join me in the ride,
Finding out the best is always the next
And the next, and the next, and the next
As long as it's you and me, and that one day next.

Saturday Gets Real Stylez*

It's 10 minutes to Sunday, and I am gonna write down some (not-so-)fun facts I've concluded about myself throughout the day.

Note: These facts are stuff about me I am not willing to live wit hfor the rest of this month up until the rest of my life.

1. I cannot comply to routine. In a damaging way.

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Let me start by saying it's not cool. Well, it used to be. When life is all about me and me getting to do things I wanna do upon a signal sent from one of my dendrites to its axon to another one of my dendrites to... I mean, it was always by impulse. Well, to cut myself some slack, wise responses to impulses, which only become unwise due to their timing and being random and unplanned. Being chill and doing things unplanned is pretty fun, but not when you're working and living a life of being an adult. My point is that I don't have to live in routine, but I shouldn't live with no routines in. It's making my life totally disastrous to have routines, but it's making me inefficient and ineffective when I fail to comply to routines, which in turn, might (haven't happened in a major way yet) mess up not just my life but everyone else's around me. It would take me years to explain how routine can help, but it sure can... I just have to figure it out.

2. I am more sleepy than restless.

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I mean restless as in restless-to-go-and-explore-the-world mood. This is the number 1 saddest fact I have concluded about myself today. It was actually just a few minutes ago when I realized it. I want to be creative and be productive in response to it, but no, my mind has a lot of things it wants to work on, but it just ends up wanting to sleep more than do something that might be world-changing (Gina Linetti mode on). Look, I have these dreams of being an artist of words in some way, but it seems like I'm ready to flip them all over for a good night's sleep (or even an afternoon nap). And I am so dreamy (which might be from me being always sleepy), I don't understand why I cannot be more passionate and driven.

  
3. I don't like going anywhere on Sundays.

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Okay. For people who know me, this might sound surprising. But for people who really really know me (which I think are just me and God (and God's not counted because)), this is a fact. Sunday is like an extension of Saturday to me. On Saturdays, I get really hazy from watching movies/TV series, reading, getting cozy, and all that stuff which lead me to being up late on Sundays, which lead me to being so annoyed at the idea of being somewhere else than bed on a Sunday morning. And the anticipation of a week ahead makes me want to have Sunday all for myself alone. I know, I know, I know. It's not good. I have to learn how to rest, and rest in the Lord in this context. And I am going to fight this off. I will. I will. I will.


4. I've got more mirror neurons than I should have.

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I really have to stop my mirror neurons before they get me into trouble. Mirror neurons are those responsible for humans imitating and going after the people they actually like. Not "like like", just "like". This is the ones that would best explain how having a role model works and maybe even fangirling. So, I have this very easy way of imitating voices and even moves. And recently, I have been finding Gina Linetti soooo adorable. //Gina is from Brooklyn Nine Nine, a series I am currently SO in love with, to the point that I am cooking a post about Amy and Jake, one of its couples. *Plus to the point that I made a reference about it on my Stylez up there, plus the one in #2//. Gina is so adorable, I want to reenact her into my real life. And I feel like I've been blatantly sarcastic in the past few days (I'm normally sarcastic, but in a more gentle manner if not secretly), just like Gina is. Now, I hope it's just her adorable fashion I would channel.

Phew. It is not easy to have these traits eliminated, but at the very least, I hope to have them managed and controlled.

Authencity is the best form of beauty

With all the perceptions of beauty, talent, intellect, and stuff that make people admirable, I am deeply concerned about people who are being shaken by the "What's-up" and the "What's-cool" stuff that they tend to prefer trendiness over authenticity. Everyone wants to be liked.

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What makes a person beautiful? What makes a person smart? What makes a person talented? What makes a person admirable? If I have every single human in this planet answer these questions, surely, I'd get tons of perceptions and opinions which are totally irrelevant to determining a person's worth. And if in that case, they're all gonna be irrelevant then why should I still ask? Just to prove that there's no such thing as stan...dards!!! a phenomenon I'm so annoyed with. People who know me deeply would understand that I perceive standards as completely destructive lists that tend to summon people to try to become who they are not (if someone could just hear the snappiness of my tone, they would know how this is suffocating for me). My desire is for people to understand their worth apart from other people's judgments.

Authenticity is beautiful. For the record, it is not just a cliche statement people have used to comfort people who are perceived not to have it all, it is true and man... it is just true. I've never seen anyone who is just being his/her true self ugly, no matter who they are or where they coming from. I actually find it brave and beautiful. It makes me appreciate the diversity among humans, and the preciousness of each one. I find it uglier (sorry for the word, but) when people try to be who they're not. It makes me puke, it makes me want to go on life coaching them.

Preach, Skate, preach. Hear ya. But seriously, I know I am imperfect and most times I have this little pot of envy boiling within me towards other people who seem to have it all, but then I look back to how I was crafted and I realize that it is vanity and to futility to try to be like someone else because I am from a completely different makeup, with completely different gifts, social circles, upbringing, and all these that piece our identity. Trying to fit in to the point of conforming is a fruit of wanting to be desired, it is ego at work.

It is not sheer incompetence that people copy other people and plagiarize other people's crafts, it is from a high level of insecurity that people try to come up with the same stuff other people already came up with. It is a declaration that they don't know who they are or what they can do, they just end up going through the same thing other people have already done--thinking they would be liked better using other people's intellect under their names.

It is not merely jealousy that people try to beautify themselves the way the society thinks people should be beautiful, it is a mixture of the lack of knowledge about one's personal identity and the lack of confidence on who they really are. Things which if I try to tie up, I would not get to the end of.

Getting admiration and affection from someone is a great thing. It is among our many human needs. But we don't need everyone's approval to fill in that need. What is the difference of getting the greater mass's approval from getting only a handful's, but whose thoughts for the authentic you are authentic feelings--which most likely will last? Big. Sure, it's fun to get all the other people notice and praise you, but at the end of the day, you're replaceable with all the other clones that the society's standards produced. Compare it to being liked by very few people whose affections are deeper and truer, this is definitely priceless. It's the fact of being loved and being found with a worth when you least expect it, when you're in your rawest.

They say there's no new thing under the sun, and how's that? I'm not saying you try to come up with something new. Originality doesn't equate to authenticity. Authenticity is being who you truly are. And there might be others who are like you, and it doesn't mean that you're imitating them just because you ended up with the same interests and style. I'm just saying for you to live according to who you really are. And it's beautiful if we all just stop caring (because sadly, some people will continue judging), but practice the beauty and fearfulness of our inner to outer selves.

I hope all the women in the world would just be confident in their own skin. Because we are all beautiful, we are all loved, and we have a great capacity to love. Also sending this to the guys out there, you are all beautiful and lovely.

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What Am I Doing Today Post

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Good day!
Ain't it "Hooray-day" because it's Saturday?

I know I should be making the most out of my days off, but today I've been slumping on my bed, watching TV series. Yay. Mostly sitcom. The Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn 99, and can't wait to get started with my other ones stalled. And though this wasn't what I planned (look! I haven't even grabbed my breakfast yet, and haven't even bathed yet), as usual I feel frozen. My big Saturday plan is to get to my laundry, but seems like it's gonna have to wait (and I know it shouldn't because if I'm planning to stay in my dorm for the weekend, I'll have nothing to wear by... later (after I took a bath)). And so, I told myself that I should get-a-moving because I don't wanna ruin the rest of my day by doing absolovelylutely nothing.

And as part of getting started, I am writing this post--which I also have been stalling doing for the last 48 hours or so. Most often, I don't write at the middle of the day, I like doing it early in the morning or late in the evening. But because I have had it postponed until now, here am I. Almost to 11 in the morning, been TV series-ing the morning along, with laundry waiting, with books calling, with other TV series all lined up. I honestly don't know which one to get to first, but seems like I'm gonna have to respond to my tummy first. Yay. Then to the laundry. Then to all the other hobby stuff.

But before them, I'm gonna queue some posts for the later days because that's how I roll. Just kidding, I have quite some ideas I wanna share with the few passersby, and I don't wanna forget about them.

I don't know why I'm doing this post even, it's not me to overshare my usual day activities (and since very few read them, I think those few might be interested... or not). No, I'm doing it because I just want to write it. I feel like doing so, and as far as it may be from my comprehension as to why... okay, gotta start with what I said I'd get started with.

2 27 16

Two days to the third of the sixteenth
Way beyond my twenty-first
Almost to the twenty-second

= Wondering why it's all circles
   With me looping all over the same
    Tiring antics of life

= Concluding that ties are the cause
   Of the most exhausting emotions
   In living this existence

= Escaping what's in front of me
   Thinking that I could do better
   Have I been granted wings
   (With the ability to direct the
   way the air blows)

= Breathing in gaps and in depths
  Thrusting my diaphragm for air
   Because I am falling short of it

= Wishing that everything is reversible
   Or convertible at the very best
   That things could be more acceptable

Fifteenth of the Second of the Sixteenth

tonight
as the new day is being given birth to
that which had never been yet
I want to savour the melancholy of the dark
to get hazy with music
and to watch the night die down
and wait the morning arising
to be in words
to be the words
and to feel beauty
in being nothing
to love the conjunctions of time
those which are unnoticed but exist
the wee hours passing
later
the day will have been completed
and this moment forgotten
but at least I had it 
and I have been part of its moving stillness

Why Being Single Doesn't Bother Me (Not That Anyone's Asking)

Looking at the world... and the people taking selfies.

I hit my 21st year of existence a few months ago, I just graduated from college (and from an entire life of studying) also a few months ago, I have officially arrived at the stage of adulthood, and I am single--have been, since birth. Congratulations to me, I've reached that stage in life where I am independent and on my own! And celebrating it this Vday. Normally, Valentine's Day would just pass with me having friends around or me not even realizing it is over. Today, I am all by myself, and am conscious of it. And for the past days, as the world has been preparing for this big big day! hooray!, I had one of those few moments when I tried to reflect on singlehood.

In the past, it's always me being amazed at myself on how I managed to live a life not getting affection in that manner. But today, or at this moment in my life, I am sincerely grateful I am single. Seriously. And though there are lotsa posts about the perks of being single and how to enjoy the single life that I could have just reblogged, I want to write about my personal joys on being single.

1. I am completely on my own.
 
When deciding upon matters, I don't have to depend on anyone or to wait for someone's approval just so I could do it. I mean, I know that other couples give each other the freedom to do whatever in the world they want to do separately, but I find it a comforting feeling to realize I don't have to inform anyone (of course, my mom is forever the first audience to my decisions) that I'm gonna be out there and do something. It feels really good. I mean it's really definitely sweet to have someone committed to taking care of you, but at this age, I am enjoying the freedom I have been born with.

2. I don't have another person to consider when making decisions or going anywhere.

Yea, enjoying this decision-making spree. But what I mean this time is that I don't have to think if I'm gonna hurt someone or I don't have to consider how I could spend time with the supposedly-(but non-existent)-special someone. I think that context I am coming from here is the fact that my "job" has this description of being always on-the-go. And it's a lesser hassle having nobody else to be far from, another person to say goodbye to everytime I have to go, another person to go back to (awww, that last one is definitely making an appeal contrary to the theme of this post), etc.

3. No other person to argue with

Life is enough with all these hassles and tangles, and stuff. I mean I don't feel bad about it all, it's completely and acceptably inevitable. But it's really a great relief not having anyone else in that tangle. Imagine: it's more than enough facing disappointments relative to loved ones and career and everything else, and adding just one more person to involve in the craze! Well, it sounds negative here, but it is apparent, and I am not gonna lie that I am not ready to have anyone else in yet. I mean, I'm not ready to put up with another person, to roll eyes to another one, to have to defend myself to another, to have to listen to his own defenses... I mean, AT THIS TIME. Especially that this stage is the figuring-out stage for me. I haven't figured myself out completely yet, I mean enough to have to figure out someone else already. So, it is a safe time for me and the guy about to come not to meet yet.

4.  Figuring myself out is way easier.

Connected to my earlier point, I am figuring out a lot of things about me lately. I have been going on in this getting-to-know-me stage, and it can be really painful and fun at the same time (but more of in the painful side). I feel like I am being groomed to become a woman. It is a good thing to find out how I can be comfortable in being with myself. I don't have to rely to a significant other and find my identity in him. This is high time for me to enjoy what I'm made of, and even to discover those things about me that haven't been revealed to me yet. It's a crazy ride, and it's good I'm doing it solo. Really.

5. Time is all mine.

It may seem but a selfish thing to be so glad about having it all (decisions, life, time) mine. But it is even more selfish to have to include someone else when you cannot be all out in giving everything yet. See? I can read books, watch movies/series, write, meet with friends, opt to ignore messages, explore life, etc (I think this is the basis for most of the Enjoy Single Life articles and blog posts), without having to think of failing to attend to my commitment with that love of mine. And it is a lovely thing to be comfortable on being on your own. And just the thought of it makes me want to hooray with an "I can live on my own, like this forever" drama.


Basically,  I am grateful because I am not in a relationship while I am not ready yet. And it's a good thing. I think that it is something that single women should rejoice upon. That they're not given the load they're not up for yet. Sometimes I think that girls who are desperate to be in a romantic relationship are those girls who shouldn't be in it yet. Or even guys. Thinking that having someone show you affection is what can satisfy you might prove that you have to learn how to comfortable with yourself first. And so, enjoy. It is not an easy task evolving into a more matured human, and so, as the days are still ripe: enjoy, seize the moments, and get the most out of life.

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May you experience grace and love of Christ that surpasses anything anyone else could give you! Happy hearts day! Enjoy Love.