Carpe Diem!

Life is only as good as you make it.

We sometimes, keep looking back at our past as if we are chained to it. Oftentimes, we worry too much about the future; what we will eat, what we will drink, what we will wear, what will happen, etc. I am no stranger to anxiety. In fact, it is one of my bad habits that I need to get rid of. But thank God, I am slowly overcoming it day by day, step by step.

If you would die tomorrow, what is it that you really want to do today?

I would certainly spend my day with friends and loved ones. I will not waste even a second to worry about things that aren’t going to happen. I will make sure to enjoy the day. Be merry. Cry, if needed. Laugh out loud. You want me to be specific? If it would be my last day on earth, I will make amends. I will spend my time with the CFAI kids. Take photos. I will sing at the top of my lungs at a KTV. I will watch a memorable movie. Chat with my faraway friends via Whatsapp or Messenger, or send a letter. Watch the sunset/sunrise. Watch the stars and moon. Wait till dawn. I will be thankful for the life He’s given me. And when I think I have only minutes left to live, I will write it all down on my journal, not because I want someone to read it as a eulogy on my funeral, but because I want to write for the last time.

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

-Wayne Dyer

There are a lot of things you can do in a day besides worrying. Seize the day! Life is beautiful if you just look at it the other way. See the sun rise, hear the birds sing, watch the flowers bloom, dance in the rain. There is only today. Tomorrow is another day. Today is a gift that’s why it’s called present.

Sing like no one is listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody is watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.

-Mark Twain

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Summer Go-Camp 2018

This is my 13th Summer Go-Camp. Although this year is different cause I couldn’t join the whole duration of the camp, nevertheless, I made most of my time enjoying and having fellowship with my fellow campers.

April 29, 2018 Registration day

By the time we arrived at the CFAI compound, we were gathered together with our group members. Whoever’s group is complete can approach the registration table, register, and receive their camp shirts and kits. Afterwhich, each camper can get to choose which institute of learning or workshop they would like to join and sign up. We, later on, met with our groups (introductions and such, and snack!). This day was more on orientation; rules and regulations, which sleeping quarters we were assigned to, introducing the people behind the scenes, etc.

April 30, 2018 Day 2

We had a prayer hike at Monterrazas. Assembly time was 3:30 am. We started walking at 4:00 am from CFAI compound to Monterrazas. It was a bit of a struggle for me, for I haven’t walked that long and that steep since I left CFAI. But it was a challenge, both for my body and soul. It was one of those rare moments when I could watch the sun rise, and see the city below.

“See the sun now bursting through the clouds. Black and white turns to color all around”

This day was the opening of Summer Go-Camp. We had group presentations, a message from one of CFAI’s Board of Directors, Team Building activity (water games), and of course, the ball games! By evening, before the worship, each group would have 1 representative for extemporaneous preaching. Each representative were given a verse for them to expound. Then, worship starts, a separate session for the kids, message from Klaus Peter, and ministering.

Why I write (When and how I started & what inspires me)

I love writing ever since I started to learn how. From my first ABCs, to my first words, to my first sentence, down to my first paragraph. I remember back in the year 2000, my cousins and I played a classroom setting, where I was the teacher writing things on the board and they were the students.

I used to write for people. Not only because they asked me to, but also because I wanted to. Even when I had a lousy penmanship, they still asked me to write. And because of my love for writing, my lousy penmanship became better.

My love for the English language and writing led me to write my first letters. I wrote letters in English and not in my own language even when some of those were sent to my local friends here in the Philippines. I may write a few words in Cebuano but the rest is in English. It’s not because I hate my own language, I’m just not used to it. (One thing I need to practice and get used to.)

You can’t learn how to write if you don’t know how to read. We all started reading ABCs, nursery rhymes or children’s book (or heard someone read it to us.) I don’t remember the first children’s book I read, but I remember the first novel. It was a Tagalog romance novel, which I got influenced to reading because of my roommates. Until I got introduced to Frank Peretti, C.S. Lewis, Roald Dahl, L. Frank Baum, and Khaled Hosseini. By then, you could see me reading almost every minute or every hour of every day. I loved the feeling of being transported to another world. Then came Debbie Macomber, John Green, Matthew Reilly, Michael Robotham, Veronika Roth, Jeffrey Archer, Ken Follet, Paulo Coelho, David Baldacci, and Dan Brown (which is my favorite author.)

The works of Dan Brown opened my eyes to facts I’ve never read or heard before, and scenes that made me feel like I am where the characters are. The Da Vinci Code was the first book I read. It was what other authors would describe as “unputdownable”. I read the book from cover to cover and finished it in a day.

Reading authors’ works inspired me to write, that I want to become an author, myself. It’s such a great dream and ambition which is difficult, almost impossible to achieve. But I thought to myself, every author started small. They started writing dull stories. They failed too, but they never gave up. They continued writing until they became who they are now.

I was touring around National Bookstore one day, and I came across Lang Leav’s Sea of Strangers. I love what she wrote about Writers and Poets:

“We live in a world where writing ages like wine. Sometimes it takes years or even centuries to mature.

But if history has shown us one thing, it is the merit of writers who spoke the language of the people; who have taken poetry out of the shadows and into the light.

Writers and poets who are ahead of their time.

They are the ones whose works will endure.”

I want to be an authentic writer but more importantly, I wanna be one who inspires and be the voice of the people.

Reasons why I write:

1. To put my thoughts into words

2. To express how I feel

3. To inspire

4. For pastime

5. It is my passion

Why do you write? he asked.

So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply.

Because you won’t take it from me.

-Lang Leav

Memento

There’s a thing she loves the most
Holds it dear, keeps it close
She never let anyone borrow it
Let alone touch an inch of it

There’s a friend so special
To her, he’s the only exception
Her beloved thing she lets him borrow
Even when he returns it tomorrow

She ended up giving it to him
Her cherished and valued thing
Though thousand miles apart
That thing connects their heart

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He sends her pictures of the places he’s been
With that thing accompanying him
A promise they made before he left
A promise he never forgets

No strings attached

She loves the way he looks at her. Those dark brown eyes staring right at her. Oh! How she loves staring back. She loves the way he holds her hands — tight and firm — as if he doesn’t want to let go. Though her favorite is holding his hand, she loves it most when he gives her surprise back hugs. What started their relationship, and when, she couldn’t remember.

He’s sweet, funny, witty, and smart. His height is perfect for her — not so tall nor short. He’s a guy every girl has their eyes for but he only looks at her.

They draw strength from each other in times when they can no longer take life’s cruelty. A simple smile, a simple touch, a simple act of love melts all the troubles away. They don’t say the words, I love you, but their actions show how much they love each other. They don’t have a “label” as most relationships do. They only have their love for each other and that’s what matters.

A story that was untold

There are things your mind wants to forget but your heart can’t, doesn’t, won’t.

CHAPTER 1

She withdrew herself from all the possibilities of falling in love, hid her beauty behind round, big glasses and cut her hair short.

“It’s better this way,” she said, “than letting your heart get stabbed a thousand times.”

“He will never look at me the same way a man looks at his lover.”

She can’t seem to forget the little things that they did together. But all those were just memories now.

Looking at some not-so-old and recent photographs did she realize how much she misses him. It’s only been 8 months but it feels like a decade has passed since he left.

“If you only knew..”

“What? What should I know?”

“If you only knew how much I’m missing you. How many days and nights that I’ve been thinking about you, and how much it hurts to see you acting like you don’t care.”

“It hurts being the one who loves more.”

Everyday she feels inspired, as if what they had was back. She keeps hoping. She keeps waiting. Daydreaming.

They were close for 2 years now, almost 3. But everything changed. He’s not the man he used to be. Not the man she used to know.

What happened out there? Did I do something wrong?

CHAPTER 2

He thought about what happened earlier. Did she really mean it? Was I hurting her all these years?

He thought about their friendship, what they had, the times they spent together. Those were priceless moments. And truth be told, he cherishes every single day he got to spend with her.

Damn! Was I that blind and numb not to notice her feelings? Or was I just holding back, afraid to get hurt again.

CHAPTER 3

She was the sky and she loved a man who was afraid to fly.

“A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking. And today, I don’t even know how to say hey.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry for what? For making me fell stupid, assuming that you feel the same way for me too. Well, I’m sorry too for being the ‘assumer’ that I was.”

“You know what? Sometimes I wished I never said ‘hi’ when I first met you, then things would’ve been different.”

“Hey, don’t say that. I never regretted that I met you. Every moment with you, everyday, all of those, meant a lot to me.”

It’s 2018!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A lot of people probably have thought about their New Year’s Resolution when the year started. And it has been a “tradition” for most people for years now. Everybody wants to get better as they start a new year. Leaving the past behind, and starting anew. Leaving old habits and past heartaches, and trying to be more positive as possible. We like to restart. We like something new. Who doesn’t? Nobody wants to continue on living the life they have the year before. Well, so does God!

“Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”

Isaiah 43: 18-19

It is a commandment, that we do not remember the things that is in the past. And His promise is that He will see you through the hard times. He will make a road whenever you are lost. He will make rivers in times when your journey in this life has become dry. As long as you obey Him.

This year has just started. And I don’t know about you, but challenges have already started, too. Challenges bigger than what you have faced last year because you are on a higher level now. And just like last year, I know you can overcome the trials that will come your way because greater is He that is inside of you. I remember what our pastor said last Sunday, “It’ll only be a great year when you’ve overcome great challenges.” So, do you want a great year? Face the challenges and overcome them. Anyhow, you are not alone in this battle. Let’s do this!

What?

What are the things you wanna leave behind?

What are the things you look forward to?

What’s the first thing you wanna change about yourself?

What are your expectations?

What’s the one thing you wanna do to make a difference?

What steps are you going to make?

What chapter are you in now?

What was the best thing that has ever happened in your life?

What was the worst thing that has happened in your life?

What time is it?

What are you waiting for?

What are you hoping for?

What are you dreaming of becoming?

What have you done that has touched the lives of a few or many?

What do you do best?

What is your goal?

What do you want?

What do you like?

What do you hate?

What are you concerned about?

What’s up?

Have courage and be kind

Maybe life isn’t about avoiding the bruises. Maybe it’s about collecting the scars to prove we showed up for it.

-Anonymous

There are moments in life wherein all seems well. And then, there’s that moment when it seems like life’s a hell. All of us have different struggles; some may be almost the same. But what matters is how we react to it.

There came a time when my courage was tested. It’s one of those times when I am most afraid. Terrified, i should say. To have witnessed violence within my family was one of the things I least expected. I have been strong most of my life, but that night I was weak. Fear took its place. And because of my overwhelming fear I decided to run away. I went to my other home to sleep for the night. Sometimes with overwhelming emotions we make reckless decisions. I wasn’t thinking straight. All I wanted was to escape. I am good at running away. Never facing my fears because I’m too afraid. Reality is much too cruel. But despite the situation, my younger sister remained strong. She was even stronger than me in facing life’s battles. She was the one who encouraged me to forgive and not hate; to move on and enjoy life; to not take in the negativity. Problems are inevitable; they are a given. A friend of mine even said that problems are the spices of life; things that help you survive.

I went home the day after. Open to what life is gonna throw at me next.

God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain.

-C.S. Lewis

At the end of the day, they are still my family. I’ve got no choice but to forgive. After all, life goes on. And I am responsible of my own liberty. I would just be putting myself in prison of fear and hatred unless I release love and forgiveness.

She was powerful, not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear.

-Atticus