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part 3 on Poverty: "Everything comes from Above..." photo by Michelle Tandoc-Alamil "Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow." ~ James 1,17 I awoke with 80/60 mmHg ~ slightly dizzy but smiling. I gazed at the window as the sun reached to fetch me off my bed... May has been a pretty exciting month for me. Unlike the other months I had when we were toxic at work, I had managed to attend two weddings... my childhood friend's wedding my cousin's wedding I was able to keep my Satur-dates except for two... Saturday before Pentecost 2012 mock trial at the barangay hall I wasn't asked to do impossible tasks except for a week-long editing and to wake up at 2 am by my brother in order to check mails. As he  aptly said, "It was worth all those sleepless nights..."  Our third issue's

part 2 Poverty: On Human Intimacy I haven’t really been myself these past few weeks. That is, apart from meeting the deadlines at work, I spent sleepless nights reflecting on things I have discovered about myself …           Music was my sole comfort;                                  Psalms, my companion and                                                 the children, my slight distraction. I have set my mind on walking forward, but there always seems to be something that draws me back...  Rafa-el gently whispered, "Face it Melissa...this time, do it with me..." November 6, 2010 at 5:57am I have been reflecting a lot lately about what Archbishop Cruz said... it might be that he was referring to P-noy...but it holds true for most of us single men and women here, "old people,"  he chided.  I enjoy my single celibate life ... *pause* but I still yearn for my love's warm hugs, dates every Friday night, seemingly endless conversations t

Mother's Day Prayer  (source: google) Belle, 12 May 2012 Saturday morning as I prepared for my friend's wedding, I asked my eight-year old niece Belle to help me with the children's assignment for the day. We cut out the prayer cards and readied the diplomas for the children's mothers. I wrote them a letter and gave them their homework. My niece and I, 12 May 2012 As I waited for my friend, I reread my diary. .. Journal Entry: April 18, 2009 at 6:29am It felt odd living in again with my family. It has been years since I left them. I completely disagree with the cliche,"Some things never change..." ---everything does... even that silver cobweb on the ceiling turns gray of dust after a while.  Finally, I got to participate in occasions I never got to celebrate with them like Christmas, New Year, my nieces' birthday, Lent and Easter! I remember those many times she prayed for us. She reminded me of St. Augustine'

Linking into the 'Blogging and Friends' blog hop at Bongo Is Me and  Living with Food Allergies and Celiac Disease . I met with some friends this day. We've known each other since we were ten and somehow even though two of them already reside in the US, we've managed to communicate all throughout these years. Our traditional lunch at Abe (from L-R: Hazel, Ella, Me, Hazel's parents) 5 May 2012 Sto. Domingo (5 May 2012) Then I went on a date with my childhood friend. I have not visited Him for a while and I longed to see Him (He was waiting for me ). I came home and spent time with my friends online... It was while reading Bonnie's post that I became reminiscent of how my life started in the blogging world. It was January last year when my ARTner and friend for two years in Tagged asked me if I was interested to publish my ideas. I read Fher's blog but made comments on my online journal for discussion. I was a bit hesi