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Blessed
Monday, April 09, 2007

It is post Easter and both Friendster and Multiply sites are flooded with Holy Week pics of people who spent it at Bora, Shang, or at any damn beach in the Philippines. Looking at them just makes me miss the beaches back home even more. Holy week for us was Family time but when I started working, my parents started giving me permission to spend it with friends elsewhere. But how ever I spent Holy week, there were always staples. Binignit is one. Fish is two. The heat, an inevitable three. My mom always listened to the siete palabras on the radio or on TV. Somehow, listening to those priests speak in length about Jesus' 7 last words really annoyed me. I was more spiritual than religious. I always preferred praying on my own, sometimes even in song and for as long as an hour. I always spoke with God at my own time, in my own way.

I spoke with God during our Easter mass. I realized that despite everything beyond our reach and control, we are truly blessed. The seller just accepted our offer to the house and it just might be ours in a month. Might be moving in on July when all the paint is dry and some of the decor settled. Joen has a job he loves despite the uncertainty of the company in terms of job retention. I was given the chance to work with Nik when my BF contract was to end. We have no in-law problems (fuera buyag) and our families are pretty close and get along really well. Finances may be tight but somehow, we are still able to enjoy good food and spend for little needs and wants here and there. Despite our differences in character, Hoen and I laugh a lot. Everyday, there seems to be always something funny that keeps us both laughing. We are still very much in love. The butterfly kisses we trade are not things I take for granted. Being hugged and cuddled and LOVED in general is the most amazing dictionary-less feeling in the world. Loving him back makes me a better person. My mom's health has been greatly improving and my Dad is up for Deanship. Megan and my bro are getting closer albeit the ongoing annulment filing. Chime is starting her food business. Ate Joyce et al are doing great. Jones is up for Doctorate. Ate Chams' pregnancy is just exciting is Kuya JJ is getting opportunities left and right. I stay in touch with my friends and vice versa. Life is good. It may not be perfect but everything's A-OK. I always thank God for everything... E V E R Y T H I N G he has granted us. Easter should be about realizations and awakenings, right?

Now for that binignit...