Invisible Line | 02

I tried my best to remember the last time I stood on that line: there was serenity and there was also chaos. I half-mindlessly stepped back as I was a woman afraid of anything outside the line, let alone the line itself. Yet, courageously, I stood on that line, thinking, may be this would be the start of something amazing, something I was unaware I was looking for, something the other side, which I was accustomed of, couldn’t give me. That other side, my side, was the safest side anyone could have ever imagined. But my side was also a dead-end, amazing, but a DEAD-END.

I imagined myself staying on my side, comfortable and familiar, something I could easily control (or so I thought). However, something inside me was aching – an ache which only grew as I see that in the another side of that line is light – a light which is uncommon, unfamiliar, yet looked promising. I have never seen such light. I have never seen a place where a light such as that could ever glow in a way my eyes couldn’t fathom. Sometimes, I fear the light or maybe it was not the light I was afraid of, maybe I was afraid of something unfamiliar, uncomfortable yet too clear for my own perspective. So, I stayed on my safe side for very long.

It was calling, that another side. It never stopped calling me. I remembered the first time it called me: it was clear yet unnerving. How am I supposed to follow the light? How am I supposed to step forward and leave my safe side? I remained in my safe side because it was familiar. It was common. It was home. You can never go wrong in anything familiar.

Years passed by, my side grew darker and darker. I thought I could control anything on my safe side. But the darkness, I couldn’t. So I run as far away I could to escape the dark. Yet, it never stopped following me. I run as far away I could which lead me on that line, that line I was most afraid of, the uncertainty, the unfathomable, the line in which the light shines.

Now, I am standing on that line again: there is chaos but there is also serenity – an air of calmness and peace.

I am still half-minded, boggled by the same thoughts. I want to reach the another side. I want to be one of the lights. I want to hold it in my hands and see what my hands will become. But I know, right here, on this line is where I meant to be for now. May be, it is okay not to know what’s in the light. Maybe, it is not yet the right time to step out of the line. Maybe, just maybe, there is freedom in knowing that this line, this invisible line, will still be here, under my feet, letting me see what’s behind and letting me look forward on what is behind that light.


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Sunday Currently | 07

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Hi there, just checking in. I’ve been missing in action for long since I’ve been very busy about my own life (and I don’t know what that means, ha ha).

CURRENTLY…

Reading

Just finished reading The Shadow Hour by Kate Riordan. I am still thinking of the next read. I am planning to read a non-fiction book.

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*You may read the review here

Writing

Aside from writing this entry, I am also writing something for a project me and my friend is brewing. I hope I can announce it soon but I don’t like to jinx it. And to tell you, I don’t believe in jinx and I don’t know why even telling you this. Oh self, shut up!

Listening

to Grace VanderWaal. Why she’s this good? I love her voice. I especially like her song, Moonlight. I like her voice cracks there and she’s really beautiful.

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Watching

myself write. But seriously, the last time I watched something was last night. I’ve watched iCarly series on Youtube because I really missed watching Nickelodeon shows.

Thinking

of the next sentence for that project.

Smelling

The funny thing is, I have colds which means I am having a hard time smelling anything (not that I often smell things randomly).

Wishing

for an extended weekend.

Hoping

for an extended weekend.

*Maybe in repetition, it will come true.

for a clear skin… I miss my unblemished face. Huhu.

Loving

the productive weekend. Yesterday, I went back on budgetting (if you want a template to kick start your monthly budgetting, just message me through: yienxa25@gmail.com). The past few weeks, I often journal. And just yesterday, I finished a book!

Needing

an extended weekend.

*Again, hoping that maybe in repetition, it will come true.

Feeling

under the weather but still need to hustle.


I don’t know why I even checked in with this kind of trash of an entry. Maybe, I can end this entry with a motivational quote or a quote from the last book I’ve read:

“I think it rather frightens some people when they discover that someone they thought they knew intimately is capable of something entirely unpredictable.’ – The Shadow Hour, Kate Riordan

 

2017 Year in Review | Life

“What I hope you’ll find in the end is that in the leaving, you don’t just find love, adventure, and freedom. More than anything, you find you.” – Isa Garcia, Found

Part of me wanted to cry and some other part of me just wanted to jump from joy. I have never imagined 2017 to be the year when I almost fall off from the ledge.  There were lots of pull and push, up and down. Yet, I am still here alive, kicking and breathing the air of the new hope this new year may bring.

Most of the days of my 2017 were spent overthinking different circumstances and maybe that’s why I had episodes of anxiety the first 4 months of the year. It was not only on my emotional being it has effect on, but also on the physical aspect. I lose weight. I ate less. My once acne-free face is now acne-prone. Things were really out of hand and I didn’t know what to do. I tried everything I could to lessen the anxiety attacks. I tried meditation, journal-ing, art-ing, painting and I even started to focus on my IG feed. Yet, to no avail. That’s when I realized that I couldn’t do it alone, I couldn’t win battle alone.

That was the turning point. I started to open my heart to any possibilities. I welcomed people in my life, even though I know to myself that this kind of possibilities were uncertain. I gave myself a chance to know people, to see through beyond the doubt, to try to learn the language of most human being — love. I thought I am not capable to speak that language. I could love, yes, but the kind of love people expect in return, I thought, I can’t but I learned I could.

If 2017 had taught me something valuable, it is that my thoughts about myself, those labels I put in my head, those limits I tried to tell myself were just a mere thought, an excuse. 2017 taught me that I am beyond all those things, that I could be the person people never expected me to be, that I am capable, and that I can.

There were lot of things that happened this year. I cannot enumerate everything. What I can say is, 2017 had been the hardest but also the most fulfilling one. Because in all those chaos, I realized that everything has its own season and God is really faithful with His promises.

Happy New Year!


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The Other Kind of Truth

I am a doubter. A doubter of anything pleasant and good. For me, one cannot be fully of everything, there will always be a catch, a stumbling block along the way, a pit in a field of happiness. And for the record, this is not a mere speculation. Life itself has brought me to learn this kind of truth.

But I also believe that God is in control. So whatever the stumbling blocks or pit, everything will fall right into place… because that’s how God works… mysteriously but surely.


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The Things I Always Wanted to Say to Everybody

Remember the time when you were too close to the ledge and you didn’t know where to hold on to. You wanted to jump. You wanted to fall off. Because maybe this would mean letting go of control that was trying to suffocate you for the longest time. It didn’t mean that there’s nothing to hold on to. But, you felt your arms couldn’t hold on anymore, your feet wanted an escape. You were trying to hold on but you were weary of always being the first one to reach. For once, you wanted to let go and let others reach your hand. For once, you didn’t want to save yourself alone. And for once, you wanted somebody to save you from jumping off the ledge because you were exhausted of standing and fighting the battles you cannot win alone.

In your head, it was a perfect escape, running from the void, running from those black holes, running from those thoughts that kept you awake and vomiting at 4am. But you were tired. You were weary of all the running you did. You were exhausted of being awake because of anxiety attacks. You were not okay. You were in a black hole. No, every day you were in different black holes. Every day, different, but the same intensity of suffocation. You tried to tell yourself, “I am okay”, “I will be okay”. You tried to smile and pretend that everything was okay. You tried to do mundane things in hopes that everything would fall right into place – you were hoping and praying that it would. And it did.

To You:

Yes, there were demons I’ve tried to battle on my own. And if you didn’t notice, I don’t blame you. It is hard to see through beyond the superficial. I’ve mastered the art of pretending, masking every pain and black marks under my eyes. I don’t blame anyone for something my mind had created. I didn’t blame you because this is my own doing. I didn’t blame you because I’ve chosen to fake a smile and a laugh. No, I didn’t blame you at all. If you did notice and tried to reach out, thank you, I am forever grateful. If you tried to comfort me, thank you, I am happy to know that you care. And I will be forever grateful for people who, without them knowing, in their own little way, those little gestures, those smiles, those jokes, helped me cope and fight those demons.

Right now, I am farther away from the ledge. I am happy that I am far away from jumping and falling off the ledge. I am happy that there are no longer attacks at 4am. I am happy the voices can keep talking but they can’t pull my own voice anymore. I am happy that my heart is still now. And it is you who to blame for this.


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Best of 2017 (Sort of)

To start, this blog is an online personal journal, so if you are reading this, I am warning you that this will be another nonsensical post, a waste of space and time.

17 Best Books I’ve Read So far… (or those books that really left me shattered or boggled and/or inspired).

  1. East of Eden by John Steinback (Read: May 2017)
  2. Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom (Read: June 2009 and re-read many times)
  3. The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis (Read: February 2014)
  4. The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon (Read: December 2016)
  5. Para Kay B by Ricky Lee (Read: October 2010 and re-read many times)
  6. All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven (Read: July 2015)
  7. Kane Chronicles: The Throne of Fire by Rick Riordan (Read: October 2016)
  8. The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (Read:  September 2015)
  9. The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis (Read: February 2014)
  10. Britt-Marie Was Here by Frederik  Backman (Read: June 2017)
  11. The First Phone Call from Heaven by Mitch Albom (Read: December 2013)
  12. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis (Read: June 2013)
  13. Si Amapola sa 65 Kabanata by Ricky Lee (Read: November 2014)
  14. The Unicorn Road by Martin Davies (Read: October 2014)
  15. Kung Alam Nyo Lang by Ricky Lee (Read: November 2017)
  16. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien (Read: January 2015)
  17. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (Read: April 2014)

17 Best Songs I’ve Listened to so far… (or songs that I couldn’t get over. It’s either I am speechless while listening to it or I would be dancing or singing my heart out)

 

 

Life Lately | 01

It’s the first week of December already and I haven’t posted anything yet here for almost 2 months I guess. And I absolutely regret to leave this blog on a negative tone, my last public post was really a melancholic one. I have a few good reason for being MIA: first, life is really happening right now and I don’t have ample time to write; second, I tried to write, I tried really hard but I cannot make myself write anything cohesive, and; third, I’ve written some poetry and prose, however, I deliberately did not post it on this blog.

Please excuse me for this waste of space and time.

What happened, October?

Many firsts happened last October:

  • First Out of the Country Travel!!! Meaning 1st time to be out of my comfort zone… meaning meeting new people… meaning seeing new culture. We (my sister and I) went to Malaysia and Singapore.

To my surprise, I was somewhat comfortable with the new environment. I could sleep well on a different bed which was very unlike me. I could eat well on a different environment which again was very unlike me. I’ve never seen myself comfortable in a new environment which was very surprising.

  • First time I was really disappointed with Neil Gaiman’s work (*ehem* Stardust).
  • First time to really have my heart feel the way I felt. Okay, that’s vague but I cannot rewrite or re-explain myself… just read this link.  It is not like I am not proud of this new season I am in, but, this is the kind of thing I am not comfortable talking about, my friends can vouch for me about this.

What happened, November?

  • I’ve finished reading three books!

Kung Alam N’yo Lang by Ricky Lee

Ricky Lee never disappoints. Love is really an understatement for this masterpiece!

The Maps that Contain Us by Marla Miniano & Reese Lansangan

First time to read a collection of flash fiction and poetry and it did not disappoint.

Holding Up The Universe by Jennifer Niven

Review is on Goodreads.

  • November I became a certified Tita of Makati… meaning I am really busy taking care of my niece.
  • November also was the month of rekindling friendship.
  • I am back from art slump for almost 2 months!
  • 1 month in a relationship. Yey! No, I will not elaborate.

Life lately was full of surprises and unexpected circumstances. I learned so many things and lessons from what happened the past months. And I am happy on how life unfolds before my eyes. I am still in awe on how God orchestrate everything. I love how grounded I can be in this season of my life. I am forever grateful to God for all the blessings He has bestowed me. I am forever grateful.

There is a time for everything. – Ecclesiastes 3:1


 

I Hope This Make Sense

I hope what I write make sense.

I don’t even know where this will be going.

What I know is I am letting out words that simply pass through my mind.

Maybe I’m tired of the echoes.

I’m tired of the rushing thoughts.

Wait, I don’t have rushing thoughts these past days.

Maybe this time I have made peace with my thoughts.

Maybe they are there, quietly looking for signs to get out.

But, right now, they are quiet.

Quiet?

What is quiet?

I can’t even determine words synonymous to quiet.

The silence is not something I am accustomed to.

Silence, for me, is on those nights without any dreams,

without the recurrent words,

without the constant nagging voice that says things I don’t want to hear.

Right now, the silence is creeping in,

should I enjoy it? Should I be alarmed of it?

For now, I’ll enjoy the silence.


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The past months have been very hard for me in almost every aspect of my life. I got too frustrated a lot and oftentimes it manifested in my works, words and actions. And most of the time, I wanted to give up. Spiritually, I knew there was something wrong with me. There were a lot of times I forgot to pray or devote time to talk to God or even read the Bible. Sometimes, when I read the Bible, it seemed like nothing is sticking up in my head. I know there is something wrong with my heart.


However, last weekend, it seems I am having a renewed sense of spirituality. I began my Saturday with reading the Bible, praying and devoting a time to talk to God. And it was really refreshing.  It is as if all the battles I’ve been fighting for almost 7 months have vanished.


“Do not lose heart,” God said. And it stuck in my head.
“Do not lose heart,” God said and I trust Him.
“Do not lose heart,” God said and my heart steadied.

 

Yes, Lord, I will not lose heart


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Note to My Younger Self | 11 | 2017

“Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?”

Can you be true just for once? Not for others, but for yourself. Tell yourself how you truly feel the first four months of the year; how you struggle to keep a smiling face, when in fact, all you have underneath is worry.

Here you go again, you are being pulled by the same reasons. You hated not being in control of your feelings. You hated it when all the things you are fond of doing is not giving you the same pleasure as before. You hated it when life pulls you down without you knowing the exact cause of it.

You needed to start over again. But what does it take to start over again? You are afraid. You are afraid your chosen path will never be fruitful. You are afraid of slipping away again. However, you needed to do this, you needed to restart. You needed to stop the cowardice and be courageous just for once. You needed to relearn to trust yourself. But most importantly, you needed to trust God wholeheartedly.

This year, you will be one year older. The past 10 years of your existence had taught you many life lessons. It taught you to be brave enough to face the battles ahead. It taught you to accept things as they are. It taught you to breathe and be still once in a while. It taught you to let go and let God. It taught you to find your purpose. It taught you how magnificent life is. It taught you not to dwell in the past. It taught you to keep moving forward. It taught you not to lose grip on who you truly are and who your God is. You are who you are because of the things you’ve learned and experienced.

Younger self, as of writing this, days will be better. Life will open different opportunities for you to take a step forward and brave the world. Weeks will get better. You will experience things most human experience. Months will get better, believe me. You will find out that life can be as amazing as the books you’ve read. And I hope in the remaining months of the year your spark will not die down again. Because life is amazing, it is!

To more mishaps, getting back up, learning and love!!! It will get better.


To read Sunday Series, Note to My Younger Self, click the following:

Note to My Younger Self | 01 | 2007 (Best Shot)

Note to My Younger Self | 02 | 2008 (Goodbyes)

Note to My Younger Self | 03 | 2009 (Everything’s Okay)

Note to My Younger Self | 04 | 2010 (Hard Times)

Note to My Younger Self | 05 | 2011 (Learning to Breathe)

Note to My Younger Self | 06 | 2012 (Endings & Beginnings)

Note to My Younger Self | 07 | 2013 (More)

Note to My Younger Self | 08 | 2014 (Slow Down)

Note to My Younger Self | 09 | 2015 (Set Apart)

Note to My Younger Self | 10 | 2016 (Defying Gravity)

Note to My Younger Self is a 12-week Sunday Series that aims to make sense of my past in order for me to move on to the present without extra baggage.



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