23 August, 2025

Answers Pending

 


Okay, You have my attention. I’m listening. Talk to me.

18 August, 2025

Just Wait

I do not want to forget, so I'm blogging about it. 

I was just doom scrolling on Instagram absentmindedly as if it would silence the dull longing in my heart during that time. It went on for minutes. I might've even held my breath for a few seconds in an attempt to hold back tears. It was a worry. It was a fear I couldn't confront. I can't help but think that what happened to me has put me in the end of the line of what I'm hoping to happen for my future. 💔

That afternoon though, like many algorithm nowadays, my feed just synced with my thoughts. I stumbled upon this song that made me smile, and cry, and laugh, like a crazy woman - it felt like a tug from God, like an assurance. Bless God, if He really is using my Instagram feed to talk to me hahaha!



"She [mom] said, let me tell you 'bout the love I had
It was a couple years before I met your dad
Could've swore he was the one
But goodbye was easier said than done

Then I met a boy who held the door
Everything I wasn't looking for
Changed what I thought I knew about love
Better than I ever dreamed of

Just wait
'Til you have your last first kiss
'Til you're looking back, saying, "I prayed for this"
And there's no doubt why the others never worked out
Just wait
Honey, that's the hardest part
Gonna take a few tears and broken hearts along the way
The moment you think it's too late
Just wait"
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That's when I lost it. Sapul eh! Hahaha! Cried like a baby and listened to this song on repeat. Okay, Lord. If You say wait, then wait I will. 

11 July, 2025

Pencils and Paper

 

  


Finally entering our tuition fee and school supplies era! 

I don’t recall exactly when it hit me — maybe it was when I was labeling crayons with his name, or when I saw his tiny uniform hung on our cabinet door. Certainly somewhere between the budgeting for tuition and choosing a pencil case, I realized —  He's officially a big kid.

“Pencils and paper” used to be just a phrase. Now it’s a season that marked changes for us. It means routines and early mornings. It means packing snacks, reviewing alphabets, and making sure shoes are clean for Monday. It means watching my little boy take his first steps into a world beyond home — into classrooms, friendships, and learning how to wait his turn.

And as I stood in the middle of a bookstore trying to decode a school supply list that felt like a scavenger hunt, with teary eyes, I said to myself: "so, this is it". This is the start of a brand new chapter — for both of us.

Cherishing the last few weeks he's not yet a schoolboy. :(