Love Lives

I saw this video with a blindfolded guy
Beside him was a large sign
“I’m Muslim and people call me terrorist,” it said
“Do you trust me? If yes, hug me,” I read
“Well, this is weird” was my first thought
But I kept on watching and waiting like a tot

One by one, they slowly came
These wonderful people who had no shame
They gave the guy a tight hug
And one full of love, may I add
Tears came rolling down my eyes
And to myself, it came as a surprise

Why was I crying? What was it about what they did?
Now, I feel like the one who’s weird
Was it the pain I carry everyday?
Was it the things I can never really say?
Was it all that’s happening in the world today?
Was it the fear of a future full of disarray?

After the tears came a feeling of relief
Then came that indescribable feeling of peace
For now, I have been reassured and reminded
There is still a lot of good in this planet
When you need it the most, love will always find a way
Even when you’re hopeless, even from the unlikely places

Blessed and Blissful at 30

To me, age has always been irrelevant. And I don’t mind people asking how old I am for two reasons. One is because I act and feel like a kid most of the time people usually think I am younger. And second is because when you ask how old I am, I think about years of being blessed. I think about years’ worth of adventures, years’ worth of learning and improving myself, years’ worth of struggles and challenges that made me try to understand people more, years’ worth of love and kindness from people that have come and gone, years’ worth of love and strength from those who stayed, and years’ worth of the Lord’s love and guidance.

So, every time that clock strikes 12 on the 25th of the 2nd month of the year, I am reminded that every year added to my life means another year’s worth of blessings. And I can’t let the moment pass by without saying thank you to you who remembered and are happy for me, to you who took time to celebrate with me, to you who has been or continues to be a part of this unbelievably beautiful journey, and to You up there Who has been on my side since day 1.

We’re the Same, You and I

Your fears are my fears

We feel the same shivers, shed the same tears

The world is full of things that leave us paralyzed

We’re the same, you and I


Your pain is my pain

We give and give and give to no avail

Little by little, we let ourselves die

We’re the same, you and I


Your broken is my same kind of broken

We try to fit in and be accepted

But we can’t fit the mould no matter how we try

We’re the same, you and I


But also…


My courage is your courage

We dig deep no matter the circumstances


My strength is your strength

We fight for those we love ’til the end


My faith is your faith

We know deep down we’re meant for greatness


So, there’s no room for worry; we’ll be alright

‘Cause we’re the same you and I

Ayaw Tumaya

Gustung-gusto mo manalo

Ipinagdarasal mo pa

Walang tigil sa pagsamo

Ayaw mo naman tumaya


Nais mong makarating ng malayo

Lahat ay pinaghandaan mo na

Nariyan na ang eroplano

Ngunit natatakot kang bumagsak


Ang taas ng iyong mga pangarap

Ang mga plano’y nakalatag na

Ang paghakbang na lang ang kulang

Ngunit ayaw mong magmukhang tanga


Ang nais mo lang naman ay sumaya

Kung paano, alam na alam mo na

Ngunit ‘pag paninindigan mo na ang kailangan

Ikaw ay napaparalisa

Keep This In Your Heart

When the world sees but never believes
When the world takes but never gives
When all it sees is black, white and gray
Even when a full spectrum’s on display

When the world’s so quick to judge but so slow to understand
When the world gives out opinions but never takes a stand
When the world just talks but never listens
When it sees the clouds but never the sun behind them

When the world always plans out an escape
When it is so quick to run every chance it gets
When the world continues to sin but never forgives
When it has become even less accepting

Stay true; be yourself
Continue to love without regret
Put on your best smile; laugh your heart out
Hug without ever holding back

Hold on to hope; keep the child-like faith
Plant the seeds of kindness everywhere
Know this and keep this in your heart:
You are exactly what will give this world a new start

Listen Closely


Feelin’ so blue
Just didn’t have a clue
Then He said, “Yes, you do.
You just don’t have trust in you.”

Hounded by the sounds
The voices were just too loud
Then He said, “Keep calm, My child.
Focus on My voice; it’s the loudest one you’ll find.”

Kept breaking into pieces
Hanging by a very thin thread
Then He said, “Let Me help.
Let My love put you back together again.”

Looking for a way out
Run, hide, keep away from the crowd
Then He said, “Stay, be strong.
You’ll find that you were meant to win this battle all along.”

“What’s wrong? What’s with all the worry?
In this life, you don’t need to hurry.
In time, everything will turn out fine.
Come here, I’ll hug ’til everything feels alright.”

An Open Letter to Christina Grimmie

Dearest Grimmie,

I heard you moved on to your next great adventure. I guess you’ll be rockin’ it up there now with the Lord.

When I first heard about the news of your passing, I was so sure it was a hoax. Well, that was what I wanted to believe. It wasn’t until I felt uneasy with all the thinking that I had to find out for sure. And there it was – the news that you had been shot. I was out of words and almost out of thoughts. It felt like I had lost a friend. It didn’t feel right. It still doesn’t feel right. How could the universe take away such a beautiful soul? And why does it have to be in such an unfortunate way?

And so, I chose to go to my run-to quote in times like these, “Everything happens for a reason.” In time, I know I will understand. The world will understand why you had to leave so early in this life. Instead of wallowing in grief for a great loss, now, I’m choosing to celebrate an insanely miraculous life.

YOU WERE PHENOMENAL! When I first heard you sing on The Voice, I instantly became a fan. And as I came to know more about you, I was drawn even more. Every performance you gave was magical. You made sure that The Real Grimmie shone through every song, every cool outfit, every video, and even through every word. You were a wrecking ball of love, faithfulness, passion, creativity, and quirkiness. You were YOU no matter what. The reason you were so great was that you were never trying to be. You were just having fun being yourself.

I would normally say that every death ends a person’s meaningfulness in the world. But I am getting more and more convinced that it is the opposite. From what I am seeing, your legacy lives on by virtue of the people that continues to gather and celebrate the amazing life you have lived. And I believe that your legacy will continue to live on through us whose lives you’ve touched. We all have been witness to how ridiculously insane you were in living a life of your own. And we will strive to do the same.

Don’t worry about us whom you have left behind. We’ll continue to rock on down here. You just continue to rock on up there. And just hold on, you’re going home.

With all my love and prayers,
A grateful fan

Everything Happens for a Reason


Took a wrong turn
Got lost as lost can be
Nowhere to go
No one you know
Stopped and got to thinking

Looked back
Looked within
Found yourself
Found who you were meant to be

Poured out your heart and soul
Got hurt as hurt can be
Broken to the core
Feeling like you’ve lost it all
Stopped and picked up the broken pieces

Put it back together
Felt like something’s new
Found love
Found a stronger, braver, more carefree you

Made a wrong move
Felt ashamed as ashamed can be
Questioned everything you ever knew
Worried you couldn’t stay true
Stopped and tried to find the calm within

Retraced the steps
Went back to your roots
Found your Center
Found a you that knows better

Gave everything you had
Felt exhausted as exhausted can be
Spread yourself too thin
Just had no more to give
Stopped and tried to refill

Took care of what’s important
Chose to love yourself more
Found renewed strength
Found a you that could give even more

Every seemingly wrong turn
Every seemingly poor decision
Lead you to this moment
Lead you to where you’re meant to be
Have more belief and less of the doubting

Welcome that lesson
Believe in yourself more
Look to Him relentlessly
Believe everything happens for a reason

Weekend Blues

Heavy traffic greeted me on my way home (I live in the city during weekdays because of work. I go to my hometown in the province during weekends.) I had to walk a few blocks, maneuver through a lot of hurried people, and cross an overpass just to get to the bus stop.

All buses headed to my hometown were filled overflowing with people excited to go home after a long week. I had to take another jeepney ride to go the bus terminal where I might have better luck in going home.

The line was really long. I had to wait for three buses before I got to go on board one. I was really hungry, too. I can’t wait to reach home.

I arrived at last. Everyone was already sleeping. I silently went in.

Food was on the table and it was all for me. It wasn’t just any food. It was pizza! And pizza is love! I took my pizza, sat beside my already dreaming sister and watched Grey’s Anatomy.

That was Friday. And I thought to myself, “It was all good.”


I woke up and looked at a list of chores I had to accomplish while I was home for the weekend. It was a long list.

I climbed on a table to reach for the clock that read 5:00 since the night before. I carefully took the clock, changed the battery, and put it back while ensuring that it was leveled.

I slowly took out pieces of twigs and leaves that birds collected on two of the windows on the second floor. It didn’t help that it was really hot that day.

I washed my dirty shoes, updated my personal budget (Yes, I have one on Excel and I follow it religiously), rearranged some personal files, read personal emails, and arranged the house.

I checked off one chore after another. And almost the entire day had gone by just like that. I was tired. And I was still not finished.

My brother came home. He doesn’t come home regularly due to his busy schedule. We all took time to catch up. We discussed about our different viewpoints on Survivor and agreed that we are all for Arizona instead of Callie in this recent fight. We debated about our different bets for President this coming elections. We talked about our sister’s love life which she rarely shares. We got to know more about each other even if we have lived together most of our lives. A cousin who recently graduated came and brought some delicious food. We all ate dinner and he joined in the discussion.

That was Saturday. And I thought to myself, “It was all good.”


My siblings left early in the morning and went back to the city. I left at about 7:30 in the evening. Buses were all full. I waited for almost an hour and I still haven’t found any public vehicle to take me back to the city. I was wondering if I should just go back home and leave in the morning instead.

I couldn’t take the risk of reporting late for work the following morning. I had to find another way. I rode a jeepney farther away from the city just to get to somewhere with less commuters. I waited. And waited.

I was able to ride a public utility vehicle al last. The driver says that there was heavy traffic in the expressway. Wait, what? Traffic in the expressway? That has become more and more common recently.

The driver decided to take another route wherein we have to pass through smaller roads with a lot of establishments and people walking nearby. It took a lot of time. And patience.

I arrived in the city at 10:30 in the evening. The less-than-an-hour car ride took 3 hours by commute. I was exhausted.

Then, I realized that a month ago I wouldn’t have had this problem. I would be sleeping soundly at home or in front of the TV or in my comfy bed. But then, I wouldn’t have had work the following day. The long commute meant I had work. I earned money for my needs and for the needs of the people I love. I get to see my friends in the city more frequently. I get to use more of my skills and talents. I get to have new experiences. I get to meet new people. I get to grow and learn and be a better version of myself. So, what was a few more hours of commute each week compared to everything I have gained? Absolutely nothing.

That was Sunday. And I thought to myself, “It was all good.”