I am not a child anymore. But what I
can do is to journey you through my childhood experiences and how I thought about it then. So, while I open my diaries and start writing and reminiscing about all my entries, you just sit back, read, learn, and enjoy. :)

"Define children, and you are defining innocence." ---Me

Saturday, October 30, 2010


 I was eleven years old when CherryBlossom saved me from my next near-death accident.

One day, I slept over in my bestfriend's house, on the couch, with the windows open, and without a mosquito net. I guess that's where I got bitten.

A few days after that, I had fever, off and on for about three days. My grandparents brought me to a clinic for check-up and the doctor advised for me to go to the Hospital and test my blood.

I was diagnosed as having dengue, and they had me admitted. I honestly, don't have that much of a memory of my hospital days either. I do know however, that I felt weak, more often asleep than awake, and preferring always to stay in bed.

It came to a time when my Platelet lowered to 40,000. By this time, my grandparents were already asking for prayer requests, within our church, and out of the country, among my relatives. They gave me this herbal medicine; Mangagaw, I don't know the English term for it. If you do however, do tell me. It was rumored to be a cure for dengue so my grandparents tried it, boiled it, and gave it to me to drink. One of the things I do remember, is that this wasn't very pleasant to drink. But luckily, after a few days, a little more Mangagaws, and lots more prayer requests, my Platelet begun rising again.

And I'm glad to say, that now, I sit before the notebook, typing, healed, and normal.

Thanks to CherryBlossom, for being by my side every single day, thanks to my grandparents and relatives for their prayers, thanks to this plant for it's help, and thanks to God for sparing my life.

He sent out his word and healed them, 
Snatching them from the door of death.
~ Psalm 107:20 NLT

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


I was about 3-5 years old when CherryBlossom first saved me from a near-death accident. My family was having a nice relaxing visit to the pool; and me and my friend, Cha-cha, was playing in the kiddie pool. To tell you the truth, I don't actually remember everything. It was so long ago. All I know is that somehow, when the adults were taking their showers, me and Cha-cha ended up playing near the adult pool and I ended up falling in.

The adults with us asked Cha-cha where I was but she seemed quiet. And that's when they began to worry. Papa Alvin, a family friend, suspected I must have fallen into the swimming pool and dived down to get me.

All I remember of this, or what I thought I remembered, is: 

1.) Leaning over the pool somewhat captivated, before falling in.
2.) Seeing my Papa Alvin, swimming towards me, before falling unconscious.
3.) Waking up with wires all around me and breastfeeding from my Mom.

Of course, I'm not sure if # 1 and # 2, is real or if it's just from my dreams or imagined up by my mind and I got so used to it that I think it's real.

But # 3, I am almost 100% Certain that this is real. I just know, I know that it is a real memory.

CherryBlossom saved my life that day. My grandfather says that what was most heart-wrenching about it, was when they asked me if I prayed, I cried and confessed I did but God did not answer.

Truth is; and I didn't know it back then, He did. He saved me from dying and sent CherryBlossom to save me for something greater. Some greater plans He has for me that I have yet to find out.

You saw me before I was born. 
Every day of my life was recorded in your book. 
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
~ Psalm 139:16 NLT

Thursday, October 21, 2010


Meet CherryBlossom. He's my bestest friend ever. I haven't seen his face, but I know he's been with me ever since I was born.

Yes, CherryBlossom is my Guardian Angel. I don't know for sure what his real name is, but I have named him as such, and he is special to me. I have dubbed him as a 'he', based on sorely nothing but a gut feeling. And I have pictured him as a warrior ever since. He is CherryBlossom, he is my warrior, he is my protector, he is my friend.

I don't know anyone who did this, but I don't regret naming CherryBlossom and I consider it as a childhood experience, naming him, since he was with me in most of my childhood days. Naming CherryBlossom came about because I did not want to refer to him as 'my guardian angel'. I wanted to refer to him as a real being thus making him feel more realistic. The few following entries will be about how CherryBlossom saved my life.

But for now, you can just meet him. He's right beside me, and I can feel he's smiling. When I cry, I turn to him for help, when I feel afraid, I search for him, and when I'm sad, I talk to him. I talk to him mostly before I go to bed. And each and every time, a warm  feeling overcomes me and I know he's there. I may not be as close to the Lord as you think, but I find CherryBlossom the first step to getting closer to God. Maybe someday, I can come to view God the same way I view the angel He sent me.
My Special Angel, My CherryBlossom.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
~ Psalm 91:11 KJV

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Versatile Award

I did not expect this. This is sooo cool! ^^ It's my first. And thank you sooo very very much to you, Sarah for this awesome award! You know, I'd give one to you too if I could but you already have one. :)

Do you want to get this award? Here are the simple mechanics.

The Rules: Be sure to thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.

* Share 7 things about yourself.
* Pass the award to other bloggers who you think deserves it.
* Be sure to let the bloggers know you chose them to receive the award
Here are the seven things about me:

So, here are the 7 things about me:
1. I am a Seventh-Day Adventist and happy to be.
2. I am a Filipina and proud of it.
3. I'm not as old as you think I am. :P
4. I love reading and I don't stop 'til I finish it.
5. My grandmother says I only eat once a day...continuously.
6. I'm on front of my notebook every day.
7. There are only four people closest to my heart.

Now that I have this rockin' award, I would love to pass it to Jen, neiyomee, DistressedParents, RicketyRide, and Just Plain Tired for their awesomeness and everyday drops. You guys rock!

P.S. Right click + save as the VERSATILE BLOGGER award to get it.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Crying Over Spilt Milk

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Don't cry over spilled milk?' Well, my sister did a few days back, literally. She dropped the cup because it was so hot and began wiping it with the rag. We don't know exactly why but when she explained, her face turned into a deep frown and she cried. It was so hilarious, we couldn't help laughing. She curled up and cried. But a few minutes later though, she laughed along with us. Here's a picture of the latter:

As you can see, the milk which was spilt was Milo, and the girl curled up is my sister. I just thought it would be rather amusing to see the saying actually literal.

Moving on,

Here is a family friend who seemed to find her own daughter who she named, "Doll".

Doll and Bing Joy says 'hi'. Doll waves.

Doll relaxes on the lap of Bing Joy.

 Bing Joy helps Doll walk.

 Bing Joy cradles Doll.

Bing Joy and Doll says goodbye.

See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.
~ Matthew 18:10 ESV

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunrise with the Kids

I was compelled to write this. You know why? I couldn't pass up the chance to write on a day that only come by once in a hundred years. Have you all noticed that it's October 10, 2010? Yes people, it's 10/10/10. Yesterday, I brought my kids to the roof to watch the sunrise with me. I want to share with you a few pics. :)

It was nice watching the sunrise from the roof. The change in the color of the sky and in the shape of the clouds was so evident, so clear, and so beautiful. Isn't God such a wonderful and master Creator?
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 
~ Psalm 19:1 NIV

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The Eyes of the Lizard

My mom used to tell this story to us when we were children. It was about her eldest brother when they were still children, when her youngest brother was still in my grandmother's womb.

A beautiful day, and three children were out playing under the sun. Evans, their mother, was mixing warm milk for the young ones, and putting it aside to be drank later. A few minutes passed by and finally, it was time for the young ones to come inside.

"I just mixed two glasses of milk. Do you mind sharing yours with Meekai, Kook?" Evans asked Kookoy, the eldest son, as she gestured towards her youngest daughter, Meekai. But Kookoy was very thirsty and didn't want to share...

"Fine then, Karen, share with your sister." Evans sighed to my mom. Kookoy smirked and drowned the glass, tasting the sweet delicious milk as it sled down his throat.  But wait...what's this? As he drank the milk, two pairs of eyes stared at him from inside the cup. The eyes of a lizard.

"Gah!" Kookoy spluttered, coughing. He ran to the sink to get the taste off his tongue, disgusted. But it was over, he had already swallowed some of the milk. That lizard must've went to the milk while it was still warming and must've died because of the hotness of the milk. If Kookoy had just shared with Meekai...if they had separated it into two separate glasses,  they would have seen the dead lizard. But no, he decided to be selfish, and he got his prize.

How does God’s love abide in anyone who has the world’s goods and sees a brother or sister in need and yet refuses help?
~ 1 John 3:17