Baring It All

He has the advantage of knowing me fully. The one who knows my desires, the one who knows my needs, the one who knows my longing - he's the one. He knows it all and well without having me to tell him. Yet, he let that happened. My personal enemy got what's better. What took place guided me to be angry with him. Thus, I chose to distance away.

It has been a long time since I last kept in touch with him. Nevertheless, I determined to come to him after being away from each other for quite a period. My instinct played a part in this. I sensed the time to go to his arms.

Seemed awkward at the beginning but slowly, I let my guard down and learned to bare it all for him to see, even my tears. There he found them: my sorrow, my hurt, my shame. Deep down, he saw me through. Without a word, but with the gestures that only both of us know. I sensed an unexplainable peace after doing it.

I have resolved not to be upset with him for so long. What's more, it's not really a good thing to bottle up my bitterness forever. Instead, I have made up my mind to think of that which have been shown to me lately:

"Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

Christmas' Coming Oh Santa!

November's coming to an end and I'm welcoming December with an open heart. Excitement is in the air, surely. As I write this, my heart's already beating fast and shouting "CHRISTMAS' COMING, CHRISTMAS' COMING, YAY!"

Was informed lately that Carolling's on. Well known hotels like Pearl Points, Holiday Villa and Sheraton have called us to perform at their places. During last week's discussion, we've come to an agreement, to do our very best - It's all or nothing.

I just can't wait to be apart of cool Carollers, dress up like Santarina and hmmm... sit on Santa's lap! :P

When You're Attached & I'm Not

The private intimacy we’re in - Certain things I can do to you. But you told me you can’t do it to me, with the excuse that you’re attached.

Oh, this is my side of love story: living and taking it like a man, always making the first move. It appears now that I’m the Romeo and you’re the Juliet - we are switching roles. To get closer to you, the first step is always from me, the seeker.

To the fellow audience that only watch from the outside, here I am, constantly considered as the bad girl, the dangerous girl, the stealer. They judge books merely by covers. Having just a glimpse, they enjoy judging and gossipping. Without knowing the whole story, they come to the final conclusions, each of their own.

Even those of once closed ones fail to see the misery I face. In their mind, I'm totally wrong and deserve the full blame. “She’s no good, a relationship breaker”, that's what I hear. An outcast I have become, because of you.

So now you tell me you are attached - It is right you are attached. But what about me? I may not be officially attached to you. Still, emotionally I am already anchored to your heart.

Here We Stay

So often when Daddy prays for you
It seems that Angel has trouble not a few
It's not easy to grow up, as you now know!
It’s not easy to suffer blow after blow!
True friendships seem hard to come.
When friends make you look so dumb!
It’s not easy to build a useful life
When ‘friends’ stab with a hidden knife.
They love you one day and dump you the next.
Not simple, my dearest, life’s complex.
Wisdom and patience is what you need.
With God’s help, Angel will surely succeed!
So, don’t cry, fret or grow dismay.
God is with you to show the way!
Smile, my Angel, these days will pass.
Like sheep in God’s meadow, graze upon His grass.
When the perfect storm blows away,
Daddy and Angel are here to stay!

--Pastor Albert

Life is made up of moments. Gifted with these photo and poem, how can I not be jolly? Thanks for this moment.

You Were There

I remember when you were there.

You were there to cheer me up, to stand by me every step of the way. You were there to comfort me and tell me everything's going to be okay.

You were there to take the role in my life of being a father to me. You were there to listen to all my problems and to stick up for me.

Adopted or not, I know I got you and I love you a lot.
You mean more to me than I can ever express.

Daddy, thanks for being there.

--AngelDaughter

Daddy's Little Girl

Well, I miss all the fun we had when I was younger. Things started to change since I matured to be a lady. You distanced away. One arm's length - that’s what I got from you.

I believe it is almost every girl's wish to be Daddy's Little Girl but we never said it out loud. Certain things we can’t spell it out for you.

It got me wondering, do all this love showing really need to be stopped once a girl becomes a lady. Must we women find the affections needed only from our boyfriends or life partners? If it is so, I don’t want to grow up because I desire to be always Daddy’s Little Girl.

Wonder why I am now constantly in search for my own Sugar Daddy? It is to replace the love you stopped me from having, the moment I grew up, just physically.