Chicago, Illinois: 3 Arts Club and RH

Couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the last day of my best year ever!

Took the early morning train to meet up with my good friend Tin for brunch in the city, which eventually lasted for the good chunk of our December 31st...the entire beautiful, sunny day, actually! All thanks to six long yet ever so faithful years' worth of life stories to catch up on since our last Bible study together! It was an amazing chance to look back on all the blessings God has showered us with, not just in 2016, but on all the time we were apart, dedicating ourselves with school and work while trusting in Him.


Mukilteo, Everett, and Lake Stevens in Washington

Right off the bat, if someone asks if I'd move to the Pacific Northwest, I'd say yes in a heartbeat. And I've only been here for seven hours...?! Man, what a record!


Brief but blissful

I can't recall much about my second visit to Bohol two years ago, it felt as quick and productive as the first time I've been. But what I do remember, I will never forget:


Enchanted farm girl for days

Over the course of my three-year stint of being brought around (and even out of) the country while doing service work, it was a no-brainer that a couple of scenes would charm me here and there. As for the case of the Gawad Kalinga Enchanted Farm in Angat, Bulacan, it seems that on every visit and in every corner I turn, there lies something so mesmerizing to see and heartwarming to experience. It's a delight to have this haven that's full of life and promise just an hour or so away from the bustling city, the perfect respite despite almost-always being there for work. Today, I look back on the special memories spent there, which never fail to put a smile on my face and I know will be treasured for a long time.


Something to remember you by

Nope. I'm not even gonna try to apologize for being missing-in-action for what feels like forever. First thing's first: I'm very much alive and well. Let's just say I've been busy–while enjoying–"living offline" and leave it at that. Lame but partly true. Only partly correct because while I was quite busy, I was also unforgivably lazy. In the meantime, allow me to make up for my absence and play a memory game with you. I'll try to resume this huge gap in the storyline with life updates that will give Timehop a run for their money, beginning with two Augusts and Septembers ago.


The re·write

But where do I begin?

Tick tock goes my trusty ol' wristwatch every second, the same rhythm tapping at my keyboard makes that I wish I hear but don't. But haven't, for quite some time. I have only the faintest memory of it. That sound is but a ghost that haunts me in my sleep and wake. I miss writing. I do. I wish I'd write again and more often.

Friends would hear me go on and on about getting back to it, back to when it was as easy as breathing and simply living, me writing for myself. But when I'm faced with that blank white screen, I freeze. It's both exciting and terrifying. Exciting, because after a year and a half or so of being gone on this li'l space o' mine, there are just so many amazing stories to tell—so much backlogs to catch up on and so much other new experiences to share, too! It's overwhelming. And terrifying, because after being gone for so long,...uhm, how do you do this again? Again, it's overwhelming.

But here I am, trying. Hitting one letter after another, hoping it would string into words, into sentences, into paragraphs, with the right thoughts and feelings behind them still intact...hoping it would make sense. Hoping I could still, I would still make sense.

2016 is going to be my year, I claimed it as tiring yet fulfilling 2015 came to a close. From then on, I continued to dream, even bigger than ever. As luck may have had it, we're halfway through and I find myself being distracted, losing focus on what I planned to achieve, filled with self-doubt and an unfortunate oversupply of laziness. I need to snap out of it. I am snapping out of it.

This is my one shot, my one chance. I have to make the most of it. There's no turning back. It's time to keep writing and keep getting better. There is a lot of change, sure, but it's nothing I can't adapt to. I'm caught at a transition period, and here, at this point, hopefully, I re-write my life.