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Friends who crossed the line of friendship to discover that we can love more than we thought we can. Brought together by God and have discovered along the way that there is a deeper reason why we are together. Our mission is not to be done individually,but together. This site contains our past and our journey to the future..a sharing of emotions, feelings, thoughts, dreams, fears -- all about our adventures in life.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Good shot!

Our latest family picture taken last July20, 2009

Netbook anyone?

This is suppose to be together with my other multiply stuff. But just the same should anyone be interested in getting one of these newest netbook (with flipping capabilities like that of the iphone) just leave a message with your e-mail address.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Back at square one

It is one thing to break up with a person. It's another thing to actually get back to where you were before. The heartache can be a nerve-wrecking experience but to actually go back to same rut is another thing altogether.

So am I someone who doesn't believe in second chances? Not at all. But when second chances have been given, when demands have been made and when all expectations have been laid out and still without any development or changes, then there is no such thing as second chances. There shouldn't be any hope for change. There should just be plain acceptance.

What is to be accepted? That the relationship should not have taken place to begin with. That it was better to stay as friends, having the time of your life, no commitments, just good company with no strings attached. Sometimes we indulge too much with the thought of being in love and translate great friendships to be true love. We have to learn to guard our hearts to not be in love with the thought of being in love for us to be able to think well and discern what is in front of us.

If there is anything more excruciating than seeing someone get back to a not-so-great situation is the fact that loved ones are hurting as well. When family and friends get to see the picture in a larger frame, face-to-face with the loose ends of what seems to be the an endless heartbreaking dilemna. It is not about forgiveness, it is no longer about forgetting the past. It is dealing with reality and what lies ahead and seeing those bumps along the way that can only be seen by the eyes of those that are on the more objective side.

It is a never ending discussion. But I am not resting my case.


We've experienced quite a whirlwind of events the past couple of months. My husband's grandfather, after being hospitalized for almost two months, succumbed to cancer last July. It was painful but the Lord still made things beautiful in so many ways. Hubby celebrated his 28th birthday, which I will be posting separately. Family and friends visited for a short stay and we have gone to and fro to different places just to meet up with them. Issues from the past came haunting us back (not our issue, happy to say) that added to the pile of emotions that was already stacking up high. The three of us went down with the flu and movement of office sites, both for me and hubby, is happening soon.

So I guess you can't really blame me for just choosing to sleep more even if my heart really wanted to find time to write. It was just physically draining. But I'm over it. Hopefully, I won't get caught up with anything else again.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


I have officially been out of the blogging world longer than I could ever imagine. I almost forgot my password, so I guess that makes it official. Yup, big bummer.

To top it all of, I've been having dilemna with my current status of being employed. It breaks my heart to think that I don't spend enough time with our son and that I am depriving my husband of the tender, loving, care that he ought to be getting. Not that he doesn't get TLC but not as much nowadays since I am barely awake when he gets home and we don't get to spend more time. Of course, we did talk about this set-up. Me working at night and him during the day. Yet my heart is wishing for something much, much better as anyone would.


If only dreams and wishes can be given overnight and that the next day a fairy tale life can be lived over again. But the reality is that life can only get more complicated and you just have to keep up in such a way that you still keep your sanity.

If I can keep on writing, I know I'd be far from insane.