So I read this, “One of the worst parts of life is waiting. One of the the best parts of life is having someone worth waiting for.”
I just don’t believe it. I believe that waiting is beautiful because so many things can happen while you wait. So many chances to take, so many changes to embrace. What makes waiting even more beautiful is knowing what you’re waiting for and knowing that it is absolutely worth the wait. :)
Happy waiting!
It happened summer, last year. I almost forgot. I was so miserable. I cursed the thought of every little happy memory and cursed the bad ones even more. I looked back a lot, and questioned how it turned to such an ugly ending. I was so desperate in my grief. I never felt so alone. I pushed everyone away. I was mad when people were happy. I was angry with the world. I questioned God. And then it happened…
God manifested to me in my aloneness. He was more dominant than ever in my life. He showed me that He was all I need. He told me a multitude of things. That if I remain in Him, He’ll remain in me. That He tells me this so that His joy may be in me and my joy may be complete. Those were only the handful of promises I now reap.
Now, more than ever, I am joyful. My joy is in the Lord because he pulled me out of the darkness. He put me in darkness because that is the way to the Light. Indeed, He is God and He is savior.
I’m happiest because I’ve come to realize a number of things.
First was that all I really needed was God. All I really needed was His love and His love was always there, waiting to be realized. Love Him and all good things follow after.
Second, there is beauty in waiting. I’ve learned to be patient. I’ve learned to hope for all the good things that God has promised me back in my misery. Now, I reap it. All He said were true. How God transformed me in this time of waiting, I cannot measure. But surely, I was a different person before I let myself be put under God’s fire. (All of us are coal, waiting to be forged by God’s fire to be turned into beautiful diamonds.)
Third. (I suck for realizing this just now.) My family and friends have always been there for me. ALWAYS. Their love, like God, were just waiting to be realized. How stupid was I to have pushed them away. How wrong was it that I did not depend on them sooner. Now, I pray that whenever the time ‘he’ should come, I’ll be able to keep a sweet balance of life that I won’t have less time for my own family and friends. (And I pray so much that he who comes in the future will be as God-fearing and family-oriented as my Dad and Lolo.)
Fourth, I will always be beautiful and lovely in God’s eyes. As His child, in His image and likeness, I should never allow myself to think less of myself. I will never be as ugly as I ought I am, because God made me and His works are wonderful. :)
These are only a handful of the lot He told me. Everyday’s a new day and everyday He tells me something wonderful. I still try my best to keep in Him so that His joy may be in me and my joy may be complete. Truly, God is great for turning an ugly outcome into something so beautiful.
I’ve become better over time, with God’s love and His patience. I know my waiting isn’t done yet and I’m very excited to let God mold me to be a better person. :) Thank you so much, Lord. Please keep it this sweet between us. I’ve never been happier.
My little brother, back in 2008. (For shame, yes. Hahaha.)
Will you please go back to being fat and short and cute again? PLEASE?
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I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.
People with kind hearts make me feel dirty. Like I need to give my personality a bath or something. Rub it clean of my neuroses and judgments. But that’s a good thing. When someone inspires you to take a long hard look at yourself and question all of your bad habits, they’re someone worth keeping around. It’s all about finding that person who’s able to hold up a mirror to your life and cause you to reevaluate the noise. It’s all about wanting to be a better man.
I know you’ll surprise me. I know you’ll take a right turn when I’m convinced you’ll take a left. All of this may seem arbitrary (why does it even matter if you take a right instead of a left?) but it provides me with a giant sense of relief. Do you know what it feels like to go through life rarely being surprised? The person who you think is going to hurt you ends up leaving you alone at three in the morning. The person who will never understand your jokes or passions turns out to be a stranger forever. You sleep with them, go out to dinners, and even run away to a bed and breakfast on a long weekend, all in hopes that they’ll start to make sense to you one day. But they never do. They just get more and more foreign each day. Experiences don’t always breed intimacy. Sometimes they just make the distance more apparent.
I want to know how your weekend was (I never want to know these types of things but you’re the exception to all my rules) and I want to know how you got that scar on your knee (biking accident when you were twelve? Tell me more! This story is more riveting than The Hunger Games!) and I want to know about your mom and dad (Are they assholes? No matter! We’ll start our own family!) I want to protect you. I want to preserve your innocence and drink it up for myself. You learn from me and I’ll learn from you. Deal?
You’ll open me up like an orange, leaving a mess of pulp and sticky peels everywhere. Certain parts of my personality will be extracted and I’ll find myself feeling stuff I never knew was possible. It’s strange to think how many things we’re capable of without really knowing it until we have a proper catalyst — something or someone to bring it to the surface. Dig, dig, dig. No, you might need to dig a little deeper. I have a lot of crap sticking on top of the good stuff.
In order for all of this to work though, you have to let me know you. You have to let me cut you open and trust that I won’t accidentally hit a nerve. You have to accept me for my shortcomings and understand that you’re a better person than I am. I’m a little rotten. Please don’t let that deter you though. Because when I look at you, I see someone who makes sense. I see an anomaly — someone who’s untouched by all of the modern inventions and hang ups. I see someone I want to know. 
Summer jam video! This seems like a real fun place to stay at in Zambales. Good vibes :)
Cool song:
The Sound of Sunshine
Michael Franti & The Spearhead
Awesome summer video! Appropriate! Cheers to an amazing summer, friends!!
There is a certain vibe that makes summer special. In almost all countries in the world, it’s that same liberating feeling. To most, summer implies freedom, or in another more simple and realistic word, it’s vacation. But what do you really do every summer?
Get out of your bed or stand up from the couch, bring the necessary stuff and walk out of your house. That’s what the video is about, to make the most out of summer (vacation) and have an amazing experience.
#ExperienceSummer
Producer: Marvin Conanan
Director: Paolo Ruiz
Cinematographer: Zoraya Lua
Models: Marika Anareta, Luigi Celdran, Pat Laluces, Mikey Blanco & Alex Medina
Music: From The Window Of My Room by Dorena
Shot at: Crystal Beach Resort, Zambales (facebook.com/crystalbeachresort)_
Why would you promote a verb that implies that our President is a slacker? Not only is it a reflection of how you view your president but also a consent to the negative implication of laziness to our country and to us as a people. Not only do you consent of this negative opinion of us but also you choose to promote it instead of changing it to a more positive view. :|
I understand that this is just banter. Everyone loves that our politicians are always on the receiving end of this humor. It’s just that, sometimes, it’s hard to overlook these small things when they turn out to imply something wrong in the bigger picture.
The comfort of close guy friends:
Opens the door for you and carries your things like a boyfriend.
Laughs with you, hugs you, pigs-out with you and watches NBA with you like a brother.
Tells you your skirt is too short, makes fun of your exes and tells you you’re too good for your guy like a father.
