With you beside me, I’ll finish strong.

I haven’t been posting since I was as busy as I ever was. Besides school, my other priorities were to keep in touch with my family, my love and my friends. I wouldn’t want to disregard what’s more important than blogging. Not that it doesn’t matter that I inform my readers here that they’re not but because sometimes we have to appreciate what’s the real world, and you should be too.

The first semester of my thesis year made me think if I will be able to pass till the end, which there was a bigger percentage that I was praying than doing. This was because I know its really impossible unless I was helped by a Savior.

By was like an angel saving me throughout the struggle. I wouldn’t be more thankful any other way.

Up until now, I don’t believe that I may be able but the miracles keep showering. I just keep going. Maybe that’s why I just do everything that I can. By was the doer most of the time. No not, that I meant he was doing my thesis. But he was the image of the motivation why I keep working mine. I don’t feel much of a wonder woman this year but he was surely someone I could lean on the strength. I was the post of prayer this year. He started praying too.

I hope we’ll finish this with the help of God!

To God be the Glory!


Surviving and living


You are able to do anything as long as you have faith and as long as you have hope. Its easy surviving as long as you have those but living is hard when you push yourself in a repetitive type of routine not being able to do the things you love.

So live. You are as young as you are now.

A Letter About…

They call me imaginative, immature, and full of illusion; I’m a child with all of the wonder that a young could ever speculate. That is the only thing that I am going to tell you. I was going to tell you what my name is but it wouldn’t matter if I tell you anyway.

I had a dream last night. You wouldn’t believe me. It would seem real; on the other hand, if I do tell you, you’ll still refuse to accept it is true.

     Before I go to bed, my routine is acknowledging a King. He is a King that no one has seen, well, maybe. Oh the doubt of believing it! I have never seen him but I want to, then I did. I’ll tell you my dream, a scary one that could wake you.

              I was standing in the middle of the city. I do not know what city it is though. Although I could see every single person full of activity with their lives, the children were as silent as me and maybe they were dreaming too. We all looked at each other then the sky opened like the sun was coming near the earth. The people suddenly stopped. Every eye was set on it and they were all afraid. I wasn’t. I was trying to observe, curious of what it is. As the sky opened, there was an old man with a beard so white with eyes looking like they are burning. Everyone behold to the King. And then I knew he was the one I wanted to reach when I bow down and hold my hands together. He has a bright yellow sash and polished feet like bronze. I didn’t want to be scared. A few seconds, I kneeled.

               Then there was another man with a white horse. His eyes were light, not black nor brown. He looked like the old man but his beard wasn’t white and it was shorter. “Child,” he says as he was in the vast sky slowly approaching me.  “I hope that you are not afraid.” “I’m not.” I said, with my small voice that I don’t know if he hears because his voice was like waves of water in the sea that everyone will take notice of. “I know you won’t hurt me. You help heal everyone who calls to you. And so if I am, I will call you and seeing you won’t make me whimper and lay rolling on the floor.” He laughed. But the people were trembling with their eyes closed and every time they look, it made them feel like crying and some of them were already in tears.

The King spoke like the whole world heard. He was talking to the people of the world. But the man on the horse said, “Child, I am the Son. Come with me and see.” The world I left were still all terrified.

               The Son took me to a different city. There were people wearing white with large wings when we arrived by the gate. There were seven angels ready to go down the earth, holding each of them bowls on their hands. And there were twelve angles standing before the gate. They were guarding it with walls that broad and unreachable. The entrance has gold colors like what I see in movies but it was the most dazzling color of gold; there were clear glass and all things like crystal and they were protected with a thick stoned wall. When we entered, there was a different kind of city, a different kind of atmosphere, a different kind of earth. It was bright around; it was the most beautiful scenery. I didn’t want to leave. But there were children calling behind me. When I turned around, it was my older brother shouting at me. I am awake.

“Hey!” my brother says, “What are you doing? You’ve been murmuring. You’re scaring me. I’ve been playing video games waiting for you to play with me, it was like you were lost or well, are you okay?” “I travelled, I think.” “Travelled where? You’re just in bed.” He laughed. He laughed like how the Son laughed. He messed up with my hair and carried me pleased with his thought of me over his broad shoulders again. “You’ve been dreaming again, dreaming all the time. Now, what is it this time?” I was silent, but if I tell things about what I saw, he’ll say my imagination is just running wild again like those movies we watched all the time at HBO or Star Movies.

I was still on his shoulders and I was almost upside down. “Put me down! Put me down! I say!” I was almost having a tantrum. He then carried me like a super hero flying in the air. “Do you want to be down still?” But I lousily played dead. He then rolled me over then put me down on the sofa. “Oh! Brother, what have happened to you?” He was acting like there was a skit. I peeked on one eye looking at him and saw that he winked at me. “Oh brother, I am sorry!” He sobbed, then laughed, then sobbed again jokingly. Then I heard the dishes placed down the sink. “What happened?” Our mother alarmed. I opened my eyes and looked at mom. My brother looked at mom too. “What in the world are you two doing?” “We were making a theater practice.” I said. She frowned then she smiled. “Okay, just… don’t make a scene that makes me panic. You frightened me.” “Okay mom.” We both replied a bit sluggish, and she went back in the kitchen to finish the dishes.

   “So what is it now?” My brother turned to me and asked, as he was trying to fix the bearing of his skateboard. I started my story. When I was in the middle of my talk, he stood up and went to our Papa’s bookshelf by the lounge chair. I paused. “What is it? Why are you there?” “You’re saying things from the bible.” “Am I? There were angels. I saw them. I saw them all.” I said, then he smiled and I think this time, he believes me. “It’s called a vision. You’ve been seeing the Apocalypse. It’s in the book of Revelation. The seven angels that were going to the earth were to pour down their bowls here in the bible’s prophecy.” “Can I see? Tell me. Tell me.” “I won’t. It’s too scary; it’s scarier than the movie 2012. It’s more than that.” “But why not? Have you read it?” “I did, but I forgot and I think its better that I did.”

               Then our mother called my brother to do a chore. He left the book on the top shelf. But before leaving he said, “Don’t. But I believe you little kiddo, I’ve read on Acts (2:17) that young men will see visions and old men will dream dreams.” He went to the kitchen then I stayed on the couch. I stared at the window. I stared at the TV. I stared at the center table and I stared at the book shelf. Then I wondered again, do I have to discover it now though I have seen it? I think that’ll be enough. I went to my room and took my pencil. Maybe I’ll write a letter for the Son so he can tell it to the Father.

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We were to write a story on my Literature subject and this came into my mind and I just couldn’t stop typing it all up. I decided to share it to you guys and I hope you all like it. Thank you.

“You will be hated by all nations for my name’s sake.”


For many will come in my name, saying, ‘I am the Christ,’ and they will lead many astray. And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not alarmed, for this must take place, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are but the beginning of the birth pains. “Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and put you to death, and you will be hated by all nations for my name’s sake…

Matthew 24:5-28

“We had made ourselves very complicated”

“   This is all that I have learned: God has made us plain and simple, but we have made ourselves very complicated.

    Only the wise know what things really mean. Wisdom makes them smile and makes their frowns disappear.  ”

Ecclesiastes 7:29 – 8:1

All the time, I marvel why a lot of people are so distressed with the question, “Why are we living? We’re all going to die anyway.” I tried to root one of my beliefs from these chosen words I saw in the bible that made a very big impact on my perspective about how I go through life.

Though I just try to be in the middle, I am not feeding up myself up with so much knowledge and not letting myself be left out at the same time. I always seek myself to consider what matters.

I wasn’t playing safe; I was trying to treasure things that are authentic and something that could be remembered.

The world is full of wonder and it is vast. But why not choose to feel alive with what makes us good? Why choose to be stressed out too much? We can know but we will never see everything. When I feel too tired or things just don’t go into place, then so be it. It is meant to and if a problem comes, I’ll just have to make a resolve. And that ends the problem with it.

Life isn’t meant to be complicated; the knowledge of a person makes it. So I avoid to be eaten up with worry of its evaluated reasons.

I do my utmost effort to live happily with the simple things in this life has to offer.

Because of the blessings

The past few weeks I’ve been trying to get faithful to the Lord. I was reflecting so much when I was getting so many blessings. I felt like I didn’t deserve them all enough and so I decided to go to church and praise him. Clearly that changed me in a good way. Previously though, I pray every day even on travels when I’m going to school and end the day with a good night prayer just saying, “Thank you for everything, Lord. Amen.” I mean it. Even though my day sucks, I repeat the same prayer every night before I go to bed.

Still, it wasn’t enough, the things that I was doing. It was like something was giving me the urge to do something for worship more. So that was it, I came to church. I sang on choir. I was an inactive Alto singer. Everybody humbly welcomed me again.

On my social media accounts, I started following prayer related pages. And despite the fact that I still do open my phone in the morning after I greet the Lord with a good morning, I check on my Facebook and the first reminders were the word of the Lord.

I have friends that keep their faith and listens to me and I listen to them. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who understand me, my family too. I want to keep them because they make me feel like I can be a better person every day.

I feel happy. I feel light. I am alive.

Matthew 10:32-33

32 “Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. 33 But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven.