You’re the right person. Not someone else.

/ˈdignitē/ noun

1. The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache.

2. The moment you realize God had greater plans for you that don’t involve crying at night or sad Pinterest quotes.

3. The moment you stop comparing yourself to others because it undermines your worth, education and your parent’s wisdom.

4. The moment you live your dreams, not because of what it will prove or get you, but because that is all you want to do. People’s opinions don’t matter.

5. The moment you realize that no one is your enemy, except yourself.

6. The moment you realize that you can have everything you want in life. However, it takes timing, the right heart, the right actions, the right passion and a willingness to risk it all. If it is not yours, it is because you really didn’t want it, need it or God prevented it.

7. The moment you realize the ghost of your ancestors stood between you and the person you loved. They really don’t want you mucking up the family line with someone that acts anything less than honorable.

8. The moment you realize that happiness was never about getting a person. They are only a helpmate towards achieving your life mission.

9. The moment you believe that love is not about losing or winning. It is just a few moments in time, followed by an eternity of situations to grow from.

10. The moment you realize that you were always the right person. Only ignorant people walk away from greatness.

― Shannon L. Alder (via

Listen to the apples falling

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

You Can’t Give Up

As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them – actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”
― Marilyn Monroe

What 15 years of singleness have taught me

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Whenever this day rolls around, I am sharply reminded of how long it’s been since I was last in a relationship. I’ve been single for 15 years now, and I think I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve perfected the art of being single. I’m doing it really well. With that amount of time to practice it, I think I’m rocking it by now.

I’m sure a lot of you reading this, especially the women, would be aghast. Fifteen years without a man? Am I normal? (I would be the first to say I probably am not, but then normal is overrated. Admit it.)

It’s not like I’ve had a string of devastating heartbreaks that spurned me from romance. I’m actually in good terms with my exes. They are good, decent men who are now in happy relationships. I was immature and idealistic when I were with them years ago, and the breakups were not really painful enough to embitter me.

But I’m not going to dissect here the many possible reasons why I have remained single all these years. I will leave that to my journal entries. What I’d like to share here is what I’ve learned being single for this long, and after I started taking up dating again last year.

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Pancake House serves yummy Pinoy breakfasts. Their sunny side ups are perfect. #yum

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I love breakfast food. I can eat breakfast all day long. Among the breakfast staples – bacon, eggs, ham, sausages, tapa, chorizo, fried rice – eggs are the King (with bacon being the Queen). It’s not breakfast for me if there are no eggs. I like it sunny side up, poached, boiled, and scrambled. But I’m quite particular with how they are cooked.

I like my sunny side ups over easy, the kind that when you pierce the quivering yolk with a fork, thick golden liquid runs out. (Just imagining it is giving me serious hunger pangs.) For scrambled, I like it a creamy mess and heavily peppered. For boiled, it should be soft with the yolk very gooey.

However, despite my strong love affair with eggs, I have yet to learn how to cook them the way I like them. I know, they’re supposed to be easy. I mean, c’mon, they’re eggs right? But I am a disaster in the kitchen.

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