Faith Restored

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Anyone who knows me like family is fully aware of my fear of hospitals, doctors, injections, and almost any health-related stuff for that matter. It was because of a traumatic experience at the hospital when I was barely two years old. Ever since I can remember, I would get chills and palpitations whenever I’m inside a hospital.

To cope with it, I have already decided since the start of my pregnancy to visit my OB at her home clinic and not at the hospital, despite the wonderful airconditioning system hospitals provided. πŸ˜‰

I’ve been on and off a bad cough for a few months now, and while the first few weeks weren’t quite alarming as I was just advised to drink plenty of water and eat citrus fruits, these days proved to be more dreadful because of the merciless summer heat and my growing tummy that gets way too painful whenever I cough.

This is the first time I’ve had a cough that lasted more than a month. You don’t call it a viral infection anymore — so my nurse friends say, but I was so afraid to be prescribed of antibiotics because we know how expectant mothers shouldn’t take them, right?

Anyway, since I’m already 22 weeks on the way, I decided to just visit a pulmonologist and get this cough over with. I was supposed to go to the doctor last Wednesday, but was disappointed that the doctor had such an early cutoff. Imagine, his clinic hours were 4pm to 6pm, but all slots were already filled by 4:15!

You know how two people are not meant to meet each other? Well, that’s me and that doctor.

Which proved to be the best for scaredy-cat me after all.

For someone who’s afraid of hospitals, checkups are the biggest challenges.

Today I went to the hospital 15 minutes earlier than the doctor’s clinic hours. I’ve had an awful experience with the HMO, so I took care of that first. So far, so good. Got my form in a matter of minutes.

I went to the doctor’s clinic and was relieved that there were only 7 patients before me and clinic hours were far from over. The best part? The waiting area was airconditioned and was just the right temperature for me. You see, that floor is divided into two — the airconditioned area and the natural air-ventilated area. And for some reason, the doctor I was supposed to visit early in the week was in the less comfortable side.

Upon consultation with the doctor, who has aged beautifully from my first consultation with her 5 years ago, I was kinda sure she was keeping herself from giving me a good scolding. “3 months ka nang inuubo, tapos tubig at fruits ka lang?!” Err, uhm… πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚ It was like getting reprimanded by my grandma who’s a former teacher. It feels good getting scolded by grandmothers sometimes. I think it was mainly because I was pregnant that pissed her off. πŸ˜‚

After a series of inhale-exhales, the doctor told me to get an X-ray; she said I didn’t have to worry because the baby’s already five months in my tummy. I asked for approval at the HMO, and for the second time, it was unbelievably quick of them to release the form.

I went to the radiology department and was warmly accommodated by the staff who told me to wait outside X-ray Room 1. The attending technician approached me and asked if I was the pregnant patient. She was so kind as to provide me with 3 levels of shield, as I would like to call it, to cover my tummy from radiation. She was also talking to me throughout the procedure which made me feel more at ease.

Right after the x-ray, the technician told me to get the results on Monday, 5 pm. I responded with a hesitant, “Ay, sa Monday pa…” I guess she had a hunch that my pulmo wanted the results today, so she told me that she would just have the results printed out in a few minutes.

At that moment, I just thought, Wow, where’s all this favor coming from? 

For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to take a look at the shirt I was wearing, then it struck me. On it was written: I AM A CHILD OF GOD in Chasing Embers font. Of course! How could I forget? Being a child of God means being highly favored — that I am sure of.

Out came my x-ray results. The whole procedure, including the waiting, took only 20 minutes. There’s God’s favor right there. I went back to the doctor with less worries.

The doctor looked at the print out and muttered, “Okay naman pala…” Man, those words were the only ones I needed to hear. 😏 Plus, her mood has already lightened up. Haha. I was expecting my asthma had come back to haunt me — thank God it didn’t. I was prescribed with an antibiotic, Cefuroxime, which was generally safe for pregnant women, and Fluimucil, one of the best medications I’ve had in my life. 😁 

I went out of the clinic with a smile plastered on my face — a smile of relief, one might think, but it was actually a smile of gratefulness. God has indeed placed His hand on every part of my hospital experience today. Not only has He reminded me of His sovereignty in my life, He has also been gradually restoring my faith in doctors, hospitals, and hospital staff. ❀

Before the x-ray procedure, I was scared for my baby as much as I was for my traumatized self. But after the whole ordeal-turned-faith-restoration-process, if you ask me, now I am fully certain that my baby will be a bouncy and healthy one. How do I know? Because I am a child of God. 

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What’s wrong, millennials?

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Before I rant, ​here’s a video of Simon Sinek talking about the Millennial Paradox.

Sinek is on point about everything actually. 

I sincerely hope this message reaches this generation — the millennials — their parents, and even millennial parents.

Growing up, I would always hear this from my mom, “Kung alam mo lang kung pa’no kami pinalaki noon,” and some parents would do their best to shy away from the parenting style they were raised in by being lenient, in fact, too lenient, towards their children. Then they suddenly get mad and strict when their kids go overboard. There you have it — inconsistency.

I am a millennial, and even though the generation before mine is not as tech-savvy and assertive, I admire them for their perseverance and hard work. They do not easily give up, they cope with stress well, and they maintain good relationships with others. Thanks to their parents, our grandparents, for raising them up well.

It’s time to break the curse of the millennials. And I think it should start in the home. 😊

Kawal ng Tadhana

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​It’s been almost eight months since I last wrote anything on the blog. I usually post random thoughts and rants on Facebook only because I think they’re too short to be blogged.

Anyway, here’s a piece I wrote for Destiny Church Cavite’s 2nd Anniversary and Thanksgiving on December 11. πŸ˜„ And yes, thank you Lord for people who trust in me and push me to write. πŸ‘Œ

KAWAL NG TADHANA

Mapait.
Mapait kung tawagin mo ang kahapong minsan nang nanakit sa ‘yo,
Ang kahapong minsan nang sumira sa mga pangarap mo,
Minsan nang naglubog sa ‘yo sa kumunoy na tila wala nang pag-asang makaahon pa.

Walang kasiguruhan.
Walang kasiguruhan kung ituring mo ang hinaharap na tila hindi naaayon sa dikta ng puso mo,
Na tila lihis sa nais mong makamit para sa sarili mo,
Na tila puno ng kadilimang dala ng mapait mong kahapong pilit mong tinatakasan.

Walang saysay.
Walang kabuluhan kung isaalang-alang mo ang kasalukuyan mong parang nakatapak sa kawalan —
Ang kasalukuyan mong bihag pa rin ng mga anino ng mapait mong nakaraan,
At umaalipin naman sa hinaharap mong puno ng takot at alinlangan.

Ngunit sa buhay mong inakala mong wala nang patutunguhan ay mayro’n palang nakatadhana.

Isang tadhanang naisulat na,
bago pa man ang paglikha ng mundo;
Isang tadhanang nakaukit na sa mga pahina ng aklat ng dakilang Manlilikhang may gawa sa ‘yo.

Isang tadhanang pinag-isipan,
Pinagplanuhan,
Pinag-ubusan ng oras,
Hindi lamang ng iisa,
kundi ng tatlong persona.

Isang tadhanang pinaghirapan,
Pinagbuhusan ng dugo,
Pinagbuwisan ng buhay,
Upang ang bawat luha,
at bawat tangis na dapat mong maranasan ay mapawi,
Upang ang bawat pait,
at bawat sakit na dapat mong sapitin ay maibsan,
Upang ang bawat mali,
at bawat kasalanang dapat mong pagbayaran ay mawalan ng halaga.

Dahil ang tadhana mo ay maging malaya,
Malayang maranasan ang pag-ibig ng dakilang Manunubos,
Malayang matamasa ang nag-uumapaw na biyayang kaakibat ng pagiging anak Niya,
Malayang lupigin ang kasalanan at pagtagumpayaan ang kasamaan,
Malayang maibahagi sa iba ang mayamang pag-ibig ng Diyos na gumawa ng langit at lupa.

Kaya’t tumindig ka, kawal ng tadhana,
Dahil nilikha kang may tungkulin —
Tungkuling makibaka at ipaglaban ang tadhanang nakalaan para sa ‘yo,
Tungkuling hindi sumuko,
dahil mismong ang Hari ng mga hari ay hindi sinukuan ang buhay mo,
Tungkuling magtagumpay,
dahil ang kamatayan ay pinagtagumpayan na, dalawang libong taon na ang nakararaan sa krus ng Kalbaryo.

Dahil ikaw, kawal, ay may tungkuling ibahagi, at iparating sa iba,
Na ang plano ng Diyos ay para sa kanilang ikabubuti at hindi ikasasama,
Na ang plano Niya ay magdudulot ng kinabukasang puno ng pag-asa,
Na ang Diyos na makapangyarihan, ay naglaan sa kanila, ng tadhanang higit pa sa kanilang inaakala.

PS. I might share the recorded piece if I can somehow find a good audio editing app. Using my laptop is such a hassle. πŸ˜„

What happens on May 9?

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Our choice of president is determined by the things we value most. Sadly, we cannot find all the best qualities in any one candidate.

So it all boils down to this: do we choose diplomacy over discipline? Words over actions? Intellect over experience?

What do we want our country to be known for? Do we want a president that we can be proud of internationally? Someone who has good ties with other countries? Someone who is intellectually competent? Someone knowledgeable about military techniques and crime fighting? Someone who understands the needs of his countrymen? Or do we want a leader who sets a good example by placing himself on the job and experiencing it for himself?

I don’t know about you, but everything I mentioned above is important to me. However, it is hard for me to follow a leader who leads from a pedestal, who does only the talking but not the walking, who is all wits but without heart.

So my vote goes to that one candidate who dwells with the masses, speaks without pretenses, leads his constituents while living a simple life, and keeps his town safe at the expense of his own safety.

I want a president who is not afraid to die — because maybe, just maybe, because of him, many would become a little braver to fight, and die, for our beloved country.

I have a dream…

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A few months back, a friend asked us in our care group to complete a dream mobile where we had to write down our short-term and long-term goals.

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My dream mobile.

Here’s what I wrote.

Short-term goal: Take educ units and eventually take the Licensure Exam for Teachers. That’s because I figured that it’s easier to finish educ units than a master’s degree. 👌

5-year goal: Have a baby. Or babies. Whichever. Haha! After my miscarriage earlier this year, I realized I didn’t have any plans with regards to our future children, so I decided to officially include “babies” in my to-do list. 😛

Long-term goal: Have our own house and visit Korea. Ever since I started teaching ESL to Koreans, I’ve been dreaming of going to Korea to experience their life and culture — and to practice my speaking as well. It’s been quite a while, and new slang words are being introduced every day. I think it would be great if tables were turned and I was the student in a foreign country. I can only imagine!

So how am I faring with my goals?

No, I don’t wanna talk about it. I’m not even halfway through my short-term goal!

FIVE YEARS

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Certficate of Recognition awarded today.

It has been a very good and fruitful 5 years. I’m still unsure of the path the Lord wants me to take, but I guess I have one more school year to figure it out. 👌

And with that, I am dedicating this blog post to the past five years of lessons and challenges, of trials and triumphs, of heartaches and happiness, of learning, growing, and dreaming. 😄

Of Desserts and Sweets

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Coffee Chiffon Crunch, Mango Cupcake and Red Velvet Cupcake

I’m not much of a sweets person. It may look like the other way around, but it’s actually the husband who’s a dessert junkie. So now, you basically have an idea who finished our orders. ✌

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The husband looks happy with our cakes. ✌

Just recently, a pastry shop and specialty restaurant opened in Imus. It’s very near the city hall and the city plaza where we usually hang out — it’s like the street food district of Imus, so having this new resto is a fresh addition to our growing number of hangout choices.

Initially, my mom wanted us to try Arlene’s sans rival. She said it’s like nothing she’s tasted before, so of course we were intrigued. However, just before we entered, the owner, Arlene, was outside and told us they didn’t have sans rival today. Well, so much for my mom’s over the top marketing. 😛

Anyhow, we settled with the toffee chiffon crunch (or whatever it’s called), the mango and the red velvet cupcakes.

The cake didn’t look appealing at first, but when I tried tasting it, it was actually a bit moist! I liked the toffee on top best. Haha.

The cupcakes were not too sweet, so I liked them, but because of the texture being not too soft, I felt that after finishing half a cupcake, it was slowly turning bland. Had it not been because of the icing, I would have stopped eating because I was actually very full from our dinner. I guess that’s also one of the reasons why I was being so picky with the cupcakes. πŸ˜₯

While prices range from 100 – 250 pesos, their food and dessert choices will not let you down.

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Arlene's is just perfect for crafters and hobbyists, right?

Arlene’s also boasts of a youthful yet elegant feel. The interiors are in playful colors — even their drinking glasses are quite colorful, which gives me much delight.

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Arlene's entrance

I’m guessing I’ll be coming back to this place soon. ❀

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Happy me!