Here on Earth

Bedtime Story

Decided to draft a blog instead of posting this in twitter or Facebook, so that I may have a new entry.

I find it ridiculous that I am paying an exhorbitant amount to keep my domain here in WordPress while I don’t post anything. So, yeah. Here. Another entry.

It’s almost bedtime, and I just finished reading a chapter in the my bible. Also, I had a sudden urge to post here, because I just scrolled through Goodreads and I suddenly misses reading fictions, joining book club discussions, and writing book reviews. Blogging brings me back to my younger self.

Lately I’ve been spending too much time watching movies and series in Netflix. I’m getting lazier each day. Not good. Not good.

So anyway, I really don’t have much to share. I need to close my eyes and sleep.

Good night, world!

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Kdrama Bug Bit Me – Reply 1988

I don’t think I am that a huge Korean drama fan, but since, despite of the numerous options in Netflix, I was left without much choice but to try watching Korean dramas.

I used to really avoid Korean dramas, because I find it inconvenient to watch and read subtitles at the same time. But we all had to start somewhere.

I’m writing this because I want to share about Reply 1988, which I just recently watched in Netflix. It’s a series aired in around 1995 in South Korea, but recently made waves in Netflix. It’s mainly about five childhood friends who grew up in a tightly-knit neighborhood. The story tells the story of their families, too, and how their lives are intertwined. And as the title implies, the setting is on 1988. This made the series easier to love especially for someone who was born in the early 80’s and is a sucker of nostalgia.

It’s a 20-episode series, but I stopped at episode 18. Not because it’s not interesting anymore. But because I am so emotionally invested in this small neighborhood that I don’t want them to go yet! I am not ready to let them go, and finishing the series would mean I need to move on and find another series again.

This series is so good, that I was laughing, crying, then feeling warm all at the same time while watching it. The melody of the soundtracks are so perfect for each scene – I don’t understand their language, so I am just talking about the melody. I even searched for the translation of one of the soundtrack.

The characters were all well played by the actors. They are so endearing and relatable.

I even started following some of the actors in their IG account. I told you, I am not yet ready to let them go.

There are a lot of scenes that made me cry. Given the series has a very simple plot, but there are a lot of surprises – scenes that you don’t realize would make you cry. I cried with them, laugh with them, and dreamt with them. Oh no, ending this series is like losing a family!

Okay, so I haven’t decided to finish the series yet, but I am writing this now, so I can go back to this and remember how much these five families made me a part of them.

I’ll post again after I’m done with the series. 🙂

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Lockdown: Day 4

4:24 PM

Yes, it’s the fourth day of the lockdown. It felt like any other Sundays (while it’s Wednesday). The children next door are all outside now. Playing basketball, wrestling over unknown issue. Just know, a corn vendor passed by, hmnnn, the delicious smell of sweet corn is in the air.

I don’t feel bored. Oh, does introvert ever feel bored when stuck at home? No, because i introverts don’t use “stuck” when at home. We find joy each time we stay at home.

There’s so much I can do at home. Read books, paint – acrylic, oil, or watercolor, draw, sculpt, do skin care, sew, clean the house. There’s so much to do.

I just feel uneasy, in a sense that I don’t know if this one month lockdown will be strictly implemented. I have a whole slew of things I want to do. I don’t know how to efficiently use my time.

My sister’s sleeping now, nursing a cough and colds. We’re praying this is not because of the Covid 19, but just her body’s normal reaction to some vitamins she’s not used to drinking.

It’s my sister’s birthday, too, and for the first time in a long time, we’re not celebrating it with the whole family. It’s quite sad, but we all have to go through this situation.

I am also praying for my immediate healing, my phlegm is not improving, and each day I breathe through God’s grace that I’ll be fine until this ordeal is over, and that He’ll heal me soonest.

These are the days when I just have to trust and claim God’s grace in my life. Isolated. Physically helpless. But moving forward through His love.

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Lockdown: Day 2

8:09 PM

Watching the news, with the President speaking making new announcements, while also fixing the groceries I bought from our Cooperative store at work. We were still at work when the news broke out that the entire Luzon is under an “enhanced community lockdown”.

I realized I don’t have enough goods in stock. Whey protein, chia seeds, and mass gainer are all I have in bulk. Need to do grocery. I had to leave work early and do a quick shopping in our Cooperative store. Praise God that we have this kind of facility. I didn’t have to endure long queue and uncertain amount of stocks in supermarkets.

I was also happy that I only paid Php 1,980.00 for a bag load of canned goods, condiments, and toiletries. Convenient and cheaper! Thank you, Lord!

I was also blessed with a favor from an officemate; she willingly drove and dropped me off in our place, so I can bring home my stash.

As I was fixing my groceries, I was reminded that this is what I personally need. A time when I will live in truth, faith, and in spirit. I was praying for my parents who are in a city outside Metro Manila. I pray for them each time I can. I am scared, but I can only put my trust and faith in the Lord that He will take care of them.

I was reminded, “if I love my family, the Lord loves them more.” I have to trust the Lord that while we are apart, they are well taken care of. This is one of the days I have to fully rely on the Lord.

I realized how blessed I am. To have a steady job, to have means to survive, to have enough money to buy groceries, to have enough until this lockdown ends, to have a job waiting for me after all of this died down.

Oh, Lord, forgive me for being ungrateful sometimes, or maybe, most of the time. Thank your for this time when I have to fully trust in You. May I rise out of this situation victorious and stronger through Your name.

I will praise Your name, Lord, no matter what.

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While for some, this January is somewhat dreadful with all what’s happening, this month is another expression of God’s grace and faithfulness to me – blessed to be 38.

I thank and praise the Lord that amidst all the chaos, I can find comfort and hope in His words. I am thankful that my Lord is always faithful and loving, and that He is in control.

For everything that I am, was, and will be, I praise you Lord Jesus – the Alpha and the Omega.

Thank you for this another year. 😘

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Last Saturday of 2019.

Suddenly I was afraid. Fearful for this year to end.

I didn’t intend to sit down and make a careful assessment of how 2019 was to me, but some things that happened made me do so.

As much as I refused to acknowledge it, this year is a year of brokenness, of goodbyes, of closures, of letting go, as much as this is a year of healing and daily renewals.

I realized how much goodbyes there has been for this year. People walked away from me. I lost them, they lost me. I chose to ignore the heartbreaks it brought me. I chose to recognize how God is working in my life, and that He is in control. But suddenly, I was made to realize, that while amidst the brokenness there is God, the brokenness shouldn’t be ignored.

I have to look at it straight on the eye, and find strength and learning from all the cracks, from all the shattered pieces of my heart. God is with me, it’s a fact, but I must acknowledge pain and rise from it.

There were goodbyes and closures in death, in moving to another chapter, in leaving, in being forgotten. This year was filled with healing, with restorations, heartbreaks and failures.

This was the year that I had fall outs. I had been to crossroads. I had been to different places in my life.

2019 has been a year that’s brimming with challenges and unexplained situations. So, I cannot help but wonder, will 2020 be the year of breakthrough for me?

I trust that God is preparing me for something bigger and bolder for 2020. I am excited and scared at the same time. I shouldn’t be. But 2019 is barely closing, who knows about all the surprises this is yet to offer me before the new year strikes.

In Stillness

Remind me. Let me.

Let me run to You, Lord, 
And find rest in You
My head is in a blur
My mind is running faster than my words
I tried to stretch my time
I thought I did, 
But I know I can't.
I tried to put You aside
But doing so only made everything unmanageable
I want to make time for You
But everything else want my full attention, too

Remind me, Oh Lord
that doing Your will is far greater than
All the plans that I've made

Remind me, Oh Lord
that yielding to You is the best way
to manage everything

Remind me, Oh Lord
that doing nothing but enjoying the stillness
with You is the best way to
spend my time

Remind me of my true identity,
of who I am, of who I am made for
of what my true mission is
Of how I have already died of myself

Remind me to see Your love
Remind me to remember how You died for me
Remind me to be grateful of Your faithfulness
Remind me that apart from You I can do nothing

Make me the servant that You want me to be
Make me the friend that You will bring in Your Home
Make me the disciple that I am meant to be
Make me the holy, blameless child the I am 
because of You

Let me run to You, Lord
Only to You,
Let me remember that You are enough
Let me cherish Your love,
Your faithfulness
Your forgiveness
The freedom that I have

In You, Lord
I am loved
I am a child of God. 

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Those Two Years.

This is not about love.

It has been more than a year, but my mind would still go back to those days and nights whenever an opportunity to recall certain memories arise.

Who can blame me? Why blame me, when I am just trying to state a fact, to recall a part of my history, which fortunately, or unfortunately, includes someone I shouldn’t be remembering.

I wonder if I gush whenever I talk about some stories, which include our silly talks, and I hope other people does not notice it. Does my eyes sparkle whenever I talk about him? The mere mention of that person makes my heart flutter, I wonder if my effort to act like he doesn’t matter is working or failing.

It’s silly, I know.

Another part of “our” story, just shut its door. And a part of me was broken when I heard about the news. I tried to bid goodbye to it, and to our memories, wondering what will happen to all of those? I can imagine all the “ghosts” of those memories flying around, maybe searching for a place to stay. I hope the memories will reach to whom it should belong. Will it reach that person? It’s the kind of “ghost” that I would want to haunt him in his dreams. Creepy I know. But those are happy ghosts.

I am not so sure why I am talking about this, why did I even assigned a spot for this thoughts here in my blog. I am not sure why, but just like remembering some part of my history, this brings me joy.

Yes, the thought sparks joy.

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It’s Not Always About the Drama.

When people choose to call your pain as drama, or your struggles as sign of unbelief, would you still speak up? When your old demons are trying to resurrect themselves back in your life is it normal?

This morning, I almost snap.

I almost lost it. It’s been days, or maybe weeks, and I chose to face it alone. I tried to silence the words, drown it with the noise of the world, hid it behind God’s promise. Most of the time I succeed, but like an enemy that never gives up, it keeps on crawling back, little by little, lies by lies, pain by pain. And today, the enemy almost shouted “Victory!”

The morning didn’t start well, I was so tired, I woke up extra late. I was disoriented. I forgot what to do first, what to do next. I forgot to eat my breakfast right after my bath.

I was slicing some tofu, as tears roll on my cheeks. I don’t know why because I have a lot of things going in my head. Everything was flashing in head, the noise is killing me.

I prayed. Don’t tell me I should, because God knows how many prayers I have said during that ordeal. But as I say my words, the enemy is trying to tell me things, too. Don’t tell me I have weak faith. Please don’t, I was on my strongest that time.

Brief episodes by episodes, until I was leaning on a pile of clothes that I started crying too hard. I was calling on the Lord, then I can almost hear nothing. I started seeing and feeling things. I remember looking around with wide eyes, frantic, crying to God, as part of my brain is telling me to kill myself. Yes, I heard it speak to me.

Then, I ran pick up quickly my bible, crying loudly to Jesus. Speaking His name repeatedly, calling, saying it, calling it. I cried out to the Holy Spirit, and pleaded not to leave me. I was so scared. I opened my bible and I landed on the pages of John 14, and 15.

There as I scan the page, I saw Jesus’ words popping out for me. His words, His reminders.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit, apart from me you can do nothing.”

“I am the way, and the truth, and the life.”

“If you love me, keep my commands”

“Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching”

Then, every noise died.

Jesus enveloped me with so much peace, and comfort.

I was so scared. Really scared when I heard words in my head. I can talk about it now, because God gave me strength to do so. I am putting it here to remind myself how God saved me, once again.

I don’t think I could ever talk about this to anyone, maybe people would read this, but I don’t think I could ever seriously speak out. We always choose to shrug off our pain. Our fear. For fear of being judged, of being told that we don’t have enough faith. Of being told that we’re just doing some life drama. It always feels like that for other people, but for someone who’s into such ordeal, life is not going anywhere.

I am not sure if this is an onset to depression. I always feel like I have it, but I choose to deny it. But after I went through this morning, I am afraid I am sensitive to it, that like the others, I can be prone to it.

Each day I am on a lookout, for anything that might trigger unnecessary emotions. I am on a lookout to make sure I am sane enough to remember to call unto the Lord.

There’s too much in my head. In my heart. There’s too much that needs to be dealt with. There’s too much that needs to be vanquished.

But I know, nothing is too much for the Lord.