Today Is Mighty’s Birthday


Dear Love,

Eleven years ago when you asked me to be your best friend and saying YES to you was one of the best choices I made at early age. Though it was a roller coaster ride with the ups and downs and some misunderstandings, we still managed to talk things in ways no one can understand but us. It was an argument full of love and care.

Having said that, I am truly grateful for having you around. Giggling with you every single time that we wanna swoon because of the movies we’re watching or books we’re reading has been one of the priceless moments ever!

I have seen you in tears in numbers I cannot count… and you’re lucky because I’m a girl scout with my tissues and handkerchief ready to lend you. And I won’t get tired doing the same in the future – but I’m looking forward for happy tears!

This year has been very good to you… some people were removed from your life but it’s God’s way of saying, “Mighty, my beautiful daughter… I love you and I have no plans on entrusting you to anyone who doesn’t deserve any minute of your time. Let me show you what I have stored for you…” And He just did! He did and still doing things for your betterment! You are truly blessed!

And what more can I say? Well, thank you for always reading my blogs. Can’t wait to read yours too, soon.

I love you Best! May the Lord continue to use you in touching others – in helping them to know Jesus more. You aren’t just my friend, you are my Christian friend and that makes our relationship the best! Let’s continue to serve our good Lord together.

Happy Blessed Birthday Twinny!

With love, Ann


A Miracle Baby, A Wonderful Little Big Man!


One of my favorite pictures of my only brother.

I only have one brother and he’s 10 years younger than I. To give you a background, my parents had to consult a doctor to help them produce a baby boy. They even used Chinese calendar to make sure that the outcome of the baby’s gender would actually be a gender of a boy.

Frankly, I wasn’t happy when I found out that Mama was bringing my younger brother inside her womb. I even cried telling my parents, “Ako lang bunso niyo, ako lang ang baby niyo!” (I am your youngest child and I will remain your only baby!) Well… How could you ever blame a 10-year-old-kid for behaving such way when most of the people surrounding her seem to have no heart for telling her, “Ayyy… hindi ka na mapapansin ng Mama at Papa mo pag lumabas na ang kapatid mo…” (Ayyy… your parents won’t be able to give you enough attention when your brother arrives) Yes, I understand after some time that it was just a plain joke (my parents used to assure me that they love me no less) but I was just a kid… how could I ever take that kind of joke when my security was at stake?

After some explanations and an assurance that my brother was and will never be a replacement of me but an additional member to our family, I finally learned to accept him and eventually got excited to meet and play with him.


My brother was proclaimed no heart beat inside Mama’s womb on August 3, 1999. My other sibling, my Atss Vhey (older sister Vhey) and I were at our house waiting for a good update on Mama’s safe delivery; yet what we received was a bad news. I was shocked. May Ate was shocked too. We (together with some cousins) prayed asking Lord God to please save my brother and our Mama.

In hospital, my parents were praying too. I remember Mama’s story that after the doctor told her that the baby was not responding and has no heartbeat, she immediately talked to God to please let her have him. Mama’s prayer was, “Lord sampung taon ko siyang hinintay. Siyam na buwan ko siyang inalagaan sa aking sinapupunan. Hayaan niyo kong patuloy siyang alagaan. Ipagkaloob niyo po siya sa akin” (Lord, I have waited for this baby for ten years. I have been taking good care of him inside my womb for nine months. Please let me take care of him more. Please bless me with this baby).

After praying, Mama pleaded the doctors and staffs to please check the baby’s heartbeat once more. They didn’t want to, but Mama was so persistent. She would not let go of my baby brother. So the doctor gave it a try and in an instant my brother was responding. How great is our God for hearing our prayers!

It didn’t end that way…

Papa had to choose between Mama and the baby. He had to choose who’s to be saved. Mama was at operating room because she delivered my brother via caesarian and was suffering from high blood pressure which made their life at stake. Papa did not want to choose, he was constant on telling the doctor to save both. It wasn’t easy, I knew it was hard because his wife and his most awaited son were in danger and he didn’t want to lose any of them. Again, through God’s grace, both were saved.

Today, my brother is no longer a baby—-he is now a big little man. In few months he will turn 14 and I will be forever grateful for his life. Gone are the days when he cried because he’s hungry or his diaper was too wet. Gone are the days when everything needs to be handed to him. For today, he is a grown up young man. Yet, in my heart he will always be my little brother—-the one I love the most, the person who I can tag along when I want to go somewhere, who never fails to make me laugh but makes me mad at times, who loves basketball and has a say on everything. And yes, he shares secrets too like crushes, text mates and even frustrations. Oh.. How time flies so fast.

I pray for his happiness and security. I pray for his wonderful future but most of all I pray that he would seek God’s kingdom more.

I am blessed for having two siblings, my older sister vhey and my younger brother Jome. The good thing about us is that, we still hang out together, plans get-away and talk things out. Well, I can’t even imagine what life could be without our brother.

And if you don’t know yet, August 3 was the same date when my Papa’s father died but with different year. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but feel that Mama was right when she told me that probably Jome was given to us to make August 3 more remarkable as we reminisce the death of a wonderful father named Rizal, we too celebrate the life of your brother Jome. Amazing!

I Love You Big Time


“You’ll always be my best friend…” -Relient K.

If I were to give a word synonymous to Patty, I would say EVERYTHING. Obviously, the word is not as glamorous as pretty or gorgeous but everyone wants to be somebody’s everything – that’s what you are to me. (You are more than pretty and gorgeous, better than the word best… you sum up everything!)

Happy Blessed Birthday Best friend!

I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you – because when talking about my favorite story, I can’t help but to see you being part of it. I thank our good Lord for sending you, that though our parents are different… God still allowed us to have each other – forever – like sisters! (Dear God, thank you!) And I thank you for the things you’ve done for me without asking anything in return. I believe that the best thing a best friend can do is to hug you tightly – that’s what we do. We hug. We laugh. We talk. We cry. And when we cry, we cry together – no pretensions, we just let the tears fall and then we hug again!

I love you big time and when I say big time, it’s something more than a dictionary can define. I can’t even define it myself. (Hahaha, what did I just say?) Anyway, I would also like to let you know that you have no other choice but to stick with me ’cause if you don’t I’ll break your neck. (Clear? Lol) No, seriously… I’ll forever hold you, letting you know that you got me like the way I got you.

By the way, Piglet in Winnie the Pooh movie once said, “Who knows the right thing to say when I’m feeling so blue?” I guess, not even you… but then again, you always have two ears ready to listen, two arms ready to hug me every single time and two hands to hold me tightly when I’m falling into pieces. Those things are always better than saying something and yeah, what more can I say? Guess I couldn’t ask for more. Hey, I lost track. Been saying so much but still not enough to tell everyone why you’re my everything.

Well… perhaps, I’m having a hard time conveying my thoughts since this topic is something so precious to me that I find it really hard to put things into words. Sooo, again… Happy Birthday! I am truly blessed to have you. You’ll always be my best friend.

*Biggest, warmest, tightest HUGS*

Someone who loves you forever unconditionally 

Running: A Metaphor For Life


Photo credit: Edison Cruz’s facebook account. Run United 2.

“Running is the greatest metaphor of life, because you get out of it what you put into it.” –Oprah Winfrey.

I was browsing some quotes when all of a sudden Oprah Winfrey’s words got my attention. I failed to understand its true meaning the first time I read it but I knew it would be the best quote to use for what I have in mind – it would be perfect because my subject loves to run, but I don’t know how on earth it is related to life. Perhaps because running makes us healthy – physically and emotionally, but… is that all?

It was 3AM of Tuesday… I told myself: Later, I’ll figure things out… I need to figure things out or else I would end up giving Edison the first blog I wrote (A Happy Birthday or A Giveaway?).  But that won’t happen since obviously, I have this blog (maybe I’ll show him both). Now… let me tell you a brief story.

Looking back…

Edison Rances Cruz – Going to cinema has been our way of getting along or catching things up. On our last movie together he told me, “Pinag iisapan ko na mag gym at magpapayat” (I’m thinking of going to gym and be fit again). I don’t know if by then he was just telling me his plans or he’s waiting for my opinion. Unsure of what to say, I told him “Kaya mo yan, update mo ko ha!” (You can do it and please keep me updated).

Of course, he knew it was a hard decision – hard because one must devote his time in order to see the fruit of his labor. Results cannot be seen over night so without patience things wouldn’t be possible. There were days when he would call me because he wanted to just give up. There were instances when whining was the only option he had to lessen the burden. Over the phone he would say, “Nag oorder yung mga officemates ko ng masasarap at fatty foods samantalang ako panay vegetable salad sa KFC pero wala pa din nangyayari…” (While my officemates have been ordering delicious and fatty foods, I am stuck eating KFC’s vegetable salad yet nothing has changed [pertaining to his weight loss]). And he would ask me to cheer him up and say something to make him feel that he’s still doing things right.

And though he hasn’t seen the outcome yet, he still accepted the challenge from he’s co-workers. Certain group of people had to lose weight; the person who would get the lowest weight loss would have to pay the agreed consequences. Guess what? He won. He was so motivated not because he wanted to lose weight but because he didn’t want to pay the price when they defeat him. But let me tell you what I realized,  it was never about the money he had to spend if he didn’t make it but he actually wanted to hit two things at the same time. The idea of winning and losing some pounds has boosted his competitive side. It was… well… a healthy competition.

It was a challenge he had to do alone but it was and will never be something he has to face on his own. I couldn’t do all the routines for him but you can bet that just like always my ears are ready to listen to his stories – whether it’s about whining or some sort of happy things – doesn’t matter anyway.

But you know what? It’s not going to gym where he found happiness… it was through running. He started spending his time running alone. He fell in love with running – with his earphone plugged in his ears. Music has been accompanying him all along. Until… he decided to join fun runs and then marathons.

Running… running… running… and then life. What makes them similar? At what point? Maybe because running has been teaching us the same lesson life has taught us – to find our own pace, to learn how to endure pain, to know our reasons… our purpose. Every single time you run, there is a point of discovery. You will discover your limitations; take for example how many miles can you finish in one run?  Five miles perhaps? Or maybe you can’t even finish 10 miles, therefore, it will allow a person to accept what he can do and what he cannot. Pushing our limits will help us know our capacity. We could have been injured if we go beyond our power but if we know what we are capable of then things would be easier.

They say that life is a continuous process. I say it’s true. When we run there is always a point of interval, at the end of it there is always a finish line awaits us – to show that we’ve completed our goal, but… it doesn’t equate to stopping our pace. You can always choose what kind of fun runs and marathons to join… and then, begin again. If you intend to win but fail, just keep on trying. Let’s not make things complicated. Life is complex but it doesn’t need to be complicated.


His way of enjoying his free time.

Going back, Edison once told me that running is his “ME TIME”. It is his way of processing things. Before it has always been about shedding some pounds but after discovering what running can do for him both emotionally and physically, running is no longer part of his ‘’must-to-do” things. Now, it’s part of his system… something he loves to do.

I don’t know if I am making sense, well… I hope I do. Guess I have to discover more connections between running and life. Maybe you should too! Seriously, I’m running out of words. By now, Edison must know, without a doubt that I am so proud of his accomplishments (losing 18 kilos is not easy by the way) because if not, I’m going to break his bone (laughing).

Edison is my real-life Flash (Justice League) better yet my favorite guy. Flash is capable of running faster than a speed of light. My favorite guy is capable of turning darkness into light (something flash is not capable of) because he has the power of making me smile in one hello.

In parting, let me quote something I have read somewhere, “When your legs can’t run anymore, run with your heart…”

P.S: Happy 23rd Birthday Ba***! Now, you are “Mr. Piggy No More” You deserve the hotness in every way possible! Well… at least for today! *to the moon and back*