..I am God's very own Princess..

It has always been every little girl's dream to become a princess. The elegant dresses, embellished crown or tiara, matched with social grace and class. And not to forget, the dashing prince that would someday, sweep her off her feet. How about women my age? Well, we hate to admit it, but we somehow have this "little princess" inside us, waiting to have that feeling of being swept away or romanced.

This "little feeling" inside me awakened when I attended this year's SFC Women's Conference last April 27 at Miriam College. It was something we girls certainly look forward to. The theme basically is so "princessy"- THE PRINCESS DIARIES as what they call it. The pink kit where each princess gets, includes a personalized ID with matching hearts or floral lanyard, 3in1 coffee mix and our very own Princess Diary. The conference started with a Holy Eucharistic Celebration, followed by 4 meaningful talks, all inspired and simply made for us princesses.

It surely made a big impact on my part. I was able to feel how beautiful and captivating I am. It taught me how to accept the pains and failures that resulted to my pierced heart. Unknowingly, I learned about the 3 lies that attacks us when we are in our lowest point of our lives. I was able to renounce all these lies that I never thought existed, and I wholeheartedly allowed God to romance me in such a "princessy" manner.

I feel so blessed to have heard His message, as I meditated and communicated with Him peacefully. His words were, "You are my Precious One, My Princess. Follow what your guarded heart tells you, for soon you will receive the best gifts I have prepared for you. I am your King, your Father, and your Knight will soon claim you from me. I tell you, he will wipe off your tears, sweep you off your feet and will love you, just as how he loves me as Your Father. When you finally meet the destined Knight, you will have one of the greatest love stories ever told..I am always here for you, my beloved Princess."

The conference ended quite late, but hey! we got our very own crowns! :-) We are truly God's own princesses, and I'm proud to be one of them.

..wHaT miGhT hAvE bEeN..

Somewhere, lost in the wind
I'm watching you
Sunlight touching your hair
And I remember
Somehow, we said that we would never stray
But somehow we lost our way
Promises too often spoken
Are easily broken apart

I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be
A fool wondering what might have been

Trace of forever lingering
Drawing me closer to you
A new beginning
Now I know
There is no doubt I understand
Just how fragile love can be
I can't forget
Your mem'ry found me
Now I know where I belong

I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be a fool wondering
What might have been
Through every day, into the night
With only love to guide us
I'm ready to go, coz I've got to know
What might have been
Let the lovin' decide, I can't run, I can't hide

I want you to know
My heart will show that I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be, a fool wondering what might have been
I've searched everywhere, and nothing compares
When we've got love to guide us
I'm ready to go, coz I wanna know what might have been
I'm wondering what might have been
We're gonna find what might have been
Oh I wanna know what might have been

memoirs @ Baguio

Pine trees. Strawberries. Chilly breeze of air. These are only some of the things that remind us of Baguio. But other than that, it was truly a memorable experience, for it opened my eyes, and perhaps made that BLAG sound in my heart. I am truly blessed to have a wonderful family, who, in spite of their imperfections, have somehow showed support in your lowly points in life (a few perhaps). Well, it was quite odd to know that the people you least expect to listen to my crappykins, are those who are willing to lend me an ear. My tear ducts were once again overflowed with tears (sniff), making me realize how inlove I was with love. Let go, that is what my heart and mind tells me. With a little help from my friends (and family), I know I can do it. (With a long list of heartbreaking playlist- Someday, Hawak Kamay, and the like..and not to forget the classics from Martin Nievera..with everybody's best friend Saint Miguel Light and Dilis). I can afford to risk the friendship, if it is for the good. I am willing to wait, patiently..for I know, God has written a Love Story more than I could ever dream of.