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To Mt. Makiling’s Peak II, Alone
Experimenting with water
With the high school gang, celebrating Aizel’s 25th! :) Yeah!
Photos by the ever lovely Kat Andrade!
My love affair with Churches continues
St. Martin de Tours Basilica, Taal, Batangas
18 January 2014
I turned a quarter of a century hosting a little something for these kids
[Thank you, Momma, for teaching me to appreciate the laughter and innocence of children, to remember that I was once a child. Thank you for teaching me how to give, even if—and especially when—I feel like I have so little for myself. That’s when I know that, all along, I’ve had more than enough.]
I wish I could look like this as I turn 25 today. All day long.
Last Exes Reunion for 2013 - 31 December 2013
An Ode to 2013
I entered this year apprehensive, a much scarred person. I dreaded the possibility of a new wave of bad things coming, thinking that this time I’d probably fail to keep it together. Now, with the year drawing to a close, I finally see it as a year of contentment and security.
This contentment springs forth from the knowledge that I have everything and, in fact, more than enough to make me genuinely happy, to keep me afloat and living. And the security comes from two things: First, from the knowledge that life is deceptively good. From the days that I dreaded waking up, I noticed that no matter how disinterested I was in getting up, the sun would rise. Day after day, it would rise. Then one day it hit me that I no longer had the right to let the day go by without trying to keep up with the rest of the world. So, I decided I didn’t want to live resisting the present and walking back into a time that was relentlessly getting smaller and vaguer. All of the people around me, the people that mattered, my friends and family—which are actually the second reason for this new-found sense of security—pushed me into making this decision, too. I have them, the people who mattered, and they will always stay because I am loved in spite of myself, my weaknesses and shortcomings, flaws and all. And knowing just that means the world to me.
There were a lot of times during the year when I blissfully forget all of the challenges I had faced in 2012. And there are times, like this moment, when I am forced to look back and re-evaluate my trail. I look back at my old self and vividly remember the details, I look at old photographs and I am compelled to be so proud of myself, for deciding to love, for deciding to fight for it, for fighting for something I believed in and for recognizing the time to let it go. I am proud of myself because I had allowed myself to feel everything, to savor it and know that it may not come again.
I can never be that same person, the one I am looking back now. I cannot go back, even if I wanted to. I have learned so many things, grown beyond recognition. Sometimes, I even surprise myself. What I’ve done this year is step back on track. I had done that by loving myself more. And loving myself more has led me to love others more sincerely.
There will be looking back, reminiscing. But there will only be steps forward.
I am hoping that 2014 will be a year for taking chances, new people, growth in friendships, and a finished book.
Happy New Year!
Poy and Celine - 27 December 2013