My Dad, my Hero!

Growing up, people would always tell me that I look like my dad. I would scream with disagreement and would insist that I look like my mom. As we celebrate his 75th birthday, I look at my dad in awe. I admire his resilience, his faith, his love for family and his diligence.

My dad is eldest son, in a pack of nine. He always played the role of the big brother who had bigger responsibilities compared to all his siblings. Based from all the stories I heard about my dad, he is known for his diligence. He was a fisherman at a young age, thus, he’s a good swimmer! He also sold cigarettes and candies in buses headed to Tagaytay. He worked hard to help the family.

My Daddy is a good daddy! 🙂 He made sure that we have everything we needed and wanted. We went to the best schools and we were able to do what we wanted. He may be stern at times, but he knows when to listen and let things go. All the material stuff we get to enjoy are all because of my dad’s diligence. He worked really hard and made sure that we enjoy life and not worry if we still have money for tomorrow. He taught us the value of money and he was a good example of someone who is prudent. He is a good role model.

My dad is also a true servant of God. He offered his entire life to the Lord. He was a choir member and leader during his younger years. Also, he is always ready to defend our church. He is a man of his word and a man of the Lord. I believe that all of the blessings we received, his health are all products of his strong connection to the Lord. I strongly believe that God bestowed my dad with abundant blessings.

Looking back on how I scream when they say I look like my dad makes me laugh, come to think of I am 1/2 him. Half of me is my dad and that would always play a role in who I am as a person. Sometimes I wonder if I make him proud, because I feel like I don’t deserve him. However, that makes me more thankful because I have him. I am extremely proud of my dad! He is the perfect example of someone who never stopped until he got what he wanted. A man who is very simple and who is happy just being with his family.

I love you daddy.
You will always be my hero.

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1/4 of a whole

We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other.

We all yearn to be loved. There is that fervent desire to be accepted. To be seen for who we really are and be welcomed regardless of our shortcomings. Our families have been our source of security, our homes our safe havens. For being with them allows us to be ourselves. However, once we face the outside world we feel the fear of not knowing who can be second families, who can see past our weirdness.

Looking back, high school can be the best or worst four years of your life. The time when cliques are the norm and finding the right clique can be a challenge or a piece of cake. I remember entering high school with uncertainty since most of my grade school friends have already transferred schools. I was scared that I might be bullied again and I won’t make it alive (exagge). Needless to say, I was not looking forward to high school, I really wasn’t. The school year started well, and I have met the best girls any unsure girl will ever have. I was now looking forward to having more adventure with them, I finally found my second home.

High school ended, another chapter begins, College. I attended college at De La Salle University-Dasmarinas far from where my best friends were, most of them attended the University of Santo Tomas and one of our friends attended the University of the Philippines-Los Banos. It wasn’t easy juggling school and our social lives. It was always a struggle to see each other since we were starting to get a hang of College. Sometimes, we would just go to McDonald’s just so we can catch up with each other. We tried to be creative even if it means seeing each other just for two hours.

You can say that we’ve been through some struggles. From conflicting schedules, to irritating ex-boyfriends, name it we had it. But nothing is more painful when some ties had to end. When someone decides to leave even without saying why. I guess, it’s even more painful when you hear their issues from other people and only to find out that there were too many issues that were just shoved beneath all the smiles and laughs. It wasn’t easy, it was too painful to swallow, but what’s done is done. We could have done better but there were choices made and we just have to live life with those choices. (I will write about this chapter someday. I promise, I will.)

One of my bestfriends and I visited our high school alma mater recently. I must say it was so refreshing to be back home. All the memories started coming back and it was so nice to see the familiar faces, all their smiling faces. I miss walking those corridors, i miss laughing with my friends but its all just memories now. I am happy that I was able to experience it all. I am proud that my bestfriends then are still my bestfriends now.

I am blessed to have met wonderful people. Over the years I can say that I have met a lot of acquaintances and a few struck a nerve and left a mark. Life will never be the same again for me, because I have met the best girls any one can ever have. We were judged but some people but (hell!) we’re still here, together. We were not just friends, we were sisters. We look after each other and celebrate each other. One thing I have learned is that, we all love our individual lives that its easy to let the other shine.

I have added a featured image so you can see my sisters from different mothers.
They are my bestfriends.
I am 1/4 of a whole – Bru Club.

Hail, 2016!

Last 2016 has been a year full of surprises.

2016 tested our family’s strength and love for one another. Dad’s hospitalization brought our family closer and our faith stronger. It wasn’t easy, seeing him lying in a hospital twice in a span of six months. We made it through, with the help of God and the strength we have as a family.

2016 brought wonderful memories. This year marked my 30th birthday and it was memorable one. Though I wasn’t fully happy of getting a year older, however, its the maturity and experience I get out of life that makes the feeling better. Being 30 is just the same when I was 29.

2017 is fast approaching and I can already hear the roar of fireworks outside, all I can say is that I pray that God will keep us under His care and mercy. We are who we are because of HIM. Life will truly be memorable regardless of year.

Happy New Year everyone!
Cheers!

An open letter to my 13 year old self

I have been struggling for the past few days on what I should be writing on. According to 10 tips on making a successful blog, always maintain a schedule. A schedule when you’ll be posting your articles. So, I have been really struggling on what to write about. It ain’t easy especially if there are a lot of ideas running to your mind. And, throw in a hectic 9(PM!) to 6(AM!) work schedule in the mix, and you have the perfect combination for blog writing trouble. Anyway, I have finally decided that I’ll be writing about open letters to myself, at the different stages in my life. I guess, being 30 gives me a different perspective on life. So, let’s start with.

Being 13 is the beginning of a lot of changes, both physically and emotionally. There will be moments wherein being stuck is a common feeling and that pimples are actually a common thing now. There will be unexplainable emotions and feelings that are too complicated, blame it on your hormones. And yes, sometimes there are parts of you that will hurt. There might be a feeling of the struggle is real but believe me when I tell you, it’s not yet the end of the world.

Always listen to your parents, they will always know better. Don’t piss your mom off, she’s still your strongest ally. Dad may start to be a little stricter with the boys, but it’s just a “dad thing.” The boys are also starting to change now, they’re getting taller, their voices becoming deeper and starting to grow weird hair  and they’re starting to look a whole lot cuter, but they’re still boys.

Start to choose your friends wisely. High school can be a mean environment, but honey hold on, life will be better. Don’t let someone dictate your feelings, your self-worth and your independence. You are your own diva and you do you. Rely on your real friends, they’ll help you power through the challenges. Don’t let the hurtful words cut you deeply, it may shake your confidence but always be a bigger person.

Keep praying, and keep believing that the Lord is on your side. Life has just begun love, and the best years of your life has yet to come. Savour the moments of being 13, you’ll only be 13 once. It is the start of the life of  teenager.

Brace yourself, it has just begun.

Be a Child Sponsor

I would like to take this time to promote World Vision Organization. I came across this organization six years ago and i admire their advocacy. I am a strong advocate of children welfare and I believe that no child should be hungry, sick and uneducated. When I came across World Vision, I got excited. Now, I would like to encourage you to do the same. For 750 php a month, you’ll be able to help a child, his/her family and even their community.

Sponsor a Child NOW click on the link if your interested. If you want to learn more about the organization, visit their website at worldvision.org.ph

 

What am I thankful for?

I am thankful for my Family.
Who I am and what I have become is because of my family. I am lucky to be in a family that makes you feel safe. Our relationship may not be perfect but I won’t have it any other way.

I am thankful for my friends.
Over time, we learn who are true friends are. I have learned through past connections that not all people are your friends. There will always be some people who don’t fit in your puzzle. I know who are the members of my  inner circle, know yours too.

I am thankful for all the blessings I’ve received.
We are all blessed, in one way or another. Do not let bad experiences make you feel otherwise.

I am thankful for life.
Every day is a gift, a gift of life. I am thankful that I wake up everyday.

I am thankful for all the good and bad things that happened in my life. The scars that I got helped me in becoming a better person. God has blessed me, more than I can ever imagined. He is/was/will be my rock.

Thank you, Big Guy!

 

I miss you everyday, kuya

Happy Birthday to my dear kuya Sonny. 🙂 I know you’re having a blast there in heaven. We miss you, I miss you. We were talking about you the other day, we shed a few tears knowing that we won’t be seeing you in a while. It is never easy. Mom still cries when she remembers you. I know that she misses you a whole lot too. I know you are at peace, and that you’re in a better place now. Watch over us. Always look after your kids, sibs and extended family.

I miss you kuya. (Pero wag mo ko dalawin ah, medyo freaky!)