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Ok, breathe…

After that unfortunate incident (re: fire). I couldn’t sleep. I could barely eat (well, ok, that’s a good thing, considering how FAT I’ve become). And I couldn’t enjoy my leave.

Or so I thought.

Thursday afternoon, my daughter Meg did the cutest thing. She turned on her side and was lying on her stomach! This was the first time she did it! I was so excited I took a picture! (can’t post it just yet, my cable’s crappy).

Oooh, and the best part was when Marlon got home, I was telling him about it and she did it again (the little show off!)

Even though Marlon and I are facing so many problems right now, I’m still thankful that God has blessed us with a wonderful daughter. Meg is my inspiration. And even if I have to work 2 jobs, I will, just to be able to provide for my darling angel.


Last Thursday, I filed for an emergency leave to take care of Meg. We were sleeping soundly (enough) when we were suddenly woken up by noise outside the house. There was a fire! Marlon got up and checked it out, I only peeked because I couldnt leave Meg alone. But by the sound of it, it was huge!

True enough, Marlon gave me the details – the entire market place was burning! The fire was blazing and it was eating up the market! Sheesh! That was unbelievable!

Why unbelievable? Because a few doors down from the market was the Fire Station. Why was the market place burning then?

Because the frigging fire station didnt have any water, that’s why! Pathetic!!!

Responding fire stations came from QC, Parañaque, Pasay, and the like. Our fire station, fire trucks, and fire men couldnt do a damn thing.

The word in the street is that the fire wasnt an accident. Oh heck, even if it were, the place would have still burned down because our fire station doesnt have any water.

Think its unbelievable. Say it’s stupid. Be outraged.

Shoots. That’s exactly how I feel.

Our wedding last December 28, 2004. It was held at St. Joseph’s Church (a.k.a Bamboo Organ) in Las Piñas City.

The napkin is folded. God isn’t done with me yet.

In yesterday’s Gospel, our priest said that when Christ’s apostle visited his tomb, the cloth or napkin covering Christ’s face was found neatly folded.

Our priest said that it is Jewish tradition for a master to crumple his napkin after finishing his meal. (Supposedly as a sign for the servants to know that he has finished eating).

In relation to the Gospel, Christ’s napkin being neatly folded meant that He isn’t finished with us yet.

How many times do we think that our God has abandoned us? How many times do we think that we are alone in this world? How many times have our pain, suffering, and burdens broken our backs and our wills?

God isn’t done with me yet. He is risen and alive. He has not forgotten me, for why would He, after saving me from my sin and destruction?

Today is Easter Monday. Thank you Lord for saving and giving life to your humble servant.

Someone asked Jesus, “How much do you love me?
Jesus replied,”I love you this much.” and he stretched his arms to the cross and died for us.During this Holy Week (and thereafter), let us remember that Christ’s passion and suffering on the cross is not simply a symbol of our faith, but an act of love to save us from our selves.

During this time, my family stays at home, going out only to attend to some chores and the mass. For others, it’s a time to go to the malls, resorts, or other summer hot spots, for us, it’s a time for quiet reflection and maybe rest. Some people become hyper during this time, cramming activities and trips while they can, for us, time seems to suspend itself, crawling at a snail’s pace. We all spend our Holy Week differently, although it is hoped that it is not spent selfishly.

There’s a little bit of sadness attached to the joy of having a child – sadness borne of the fear of making the same mistakes many parents make, sadness because you’re leaving another life behind. But the joy is much greater and grander. Nothing can compare! The pain coursing through me as I tried to recover from the c-section seemed to vanish as I looked at my daughter, looked in awe at her tiny hands and feet, smiled tearfully at her face and sleeping form. Meg is my life now. And a more vibrant future it seems to be.