2017 updates
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Wow. I can't even remember when was the last time I blogged. I have been active in Facebook and Instagram but I've completely lost touch here in blog and perhaps, I'll post some of my written posts I had in FB here.

Married life has been a blast. I found my match in RJ. We just turned two years last January. I married him 1-5-15. We are enjoying travel and are ready for a family so we're working on that now.

My Dad's been sickly so I'm devoting almost all of my time for him. Momma retired from work but she's traveling the world doing all her mission work and enjoying what is there to see.

Siblings are doing amazing and are all professionals now.

My in-laws are superb. I could have asked for a better family.

And I'm still working at hospital but furthering my studies. I'm still keeping my dream alive to become a doctor hopefully someday soon.

God has blessed me with so much more. He has given me more than I could have ever imagine.

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I'm getting married!
Tuesday, November 18, 2014

ENGAGED!
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
RJ, my boyfriend since 4-4-14 who I've been dating since January 2014 of this year introduced by my one if my bestfriends Rossini proposed to me June 10, 2014 at 3 pm at Wayfarer's Chapel in Palos Verdes. Yes, I said yes! Surreal. But God given. Just wanted to share it to the world. Well, he'll talk to my parents first tomorrow morning. I'm still speechless and in shock. I'll write something better soon.


3 years
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Dear Tianshi,

Turned all forms of communications off. 
I'll be out and about and escaping from everything and everyone.
I'll be detach from the world.
In a few, I'll off my cell too.
In a few, I want nothing but me, myself and just the alone, I. 
Today, I'll leave somewhere quiet and isolated.
Today, I refused to answer any calls or texts.
Today, I wanted to be alone.
Today, it is all about you. 
Your sudden passing changed me forever. 
You taught me the greatest lessons of my life. 
It has been the longest three years since God took you in heaven.
It has been the most meaningful learning.
But I know you don't want me to grieve,
I also know you prefer me not to cry.
I am trying my hardest.
But I miss you so. 
Today, after so many months, I mourn again.
I let the tears fall.
I would ask for one more day...
I asked for just one more day to hold you.
Yet, I know you're welcomed warmly in heaven. 
Thank you for the life lessons from you. 
All that I am and the dreams I pursue is dedicated to you.
You pushed me to be the best possible person I can be.
Forgive me if I can't hold the tears.
I know you never failed to look after me.
I feel your presence everyday.
You gave me the most valuable gift: TO L-I-V-E 
even if that meant in exchange of your death.
I exist today because of you.
So I am living, thanks to you. 
I owe you the new drive and perseverance I have in my life now.
You're the reason why I am determined more than ever. 
Though I sulk in melancholy, you are my inspiration.
Pardon me, but today, I weep. 
I will cry my barrel of tears. 
I weep because I miss you so.
Tomorrow, I will fight to hold back the tears to fall. 
Today, I will cry.
I know you're there.
I hope I make you proud.
I hope you know how much I love you. 
I can't bring you back to life. 
But you live in me: all that I am and all that I do.
Someday we will meet again. 
Yes, in heaven.
Thank you very much...
For everything. 

Love, 
ME

To That Person I Fell In Love With When the Timing Was Just Not Right
Friday, February 07, 2014
Right Love; Wrong time



To That Person I Fell In Love With When the Timing Was Just Not Right
 
First of all, let it be known here and now that I did love you. I was only ever cold to you that one time because I cared too much. I didn’t know how I was supposed to act when you heightened such a keen sense of passion in me. I could never think normally when I was around you. Some say that infatuation is different from love but what I felt for you bordered in between. I loved you despite your faults but I also crushed on you like you were the best thing since coffee. You woke me up. You did wake me up.

I was raised by vintage Harlequin books that I used to secretly read when my parents weren’t around. I used to believe that love was breath-taking, consuming and potent – it was all these things and more. Love has the ability to break you down like a mere puzzle piece. You thought you were a complete picture. That you have everything figured out. Here I come, world, be ready because I am here to face you. But one person can come into your life and make you rethink everything. And I mean everything.
They will make you ask questions that you never dreamed of before. They will make you want to be better- be someone they would never dream of leaving. They will make you cling to them like a life raft, how can you live without them now when you couldn’t even imagine how life was before you met them?

Here comes the kick: “It’s not you, it’s me”. I could kick myself for using that line. How original can I get? But it couldn’t be any truer. I loved everything about you but I hate everything that I am becoming because of these feelings I harbour for you. I’ve become someone who’s constantly afraid of fucking up because I just can’t imagine losing you that I have lost myself in this process of wanting to be yours.
I want to be the person who sees how the morning light touches your face while you’re still sleeping peacefully. I want to hold your hand. I want to take silent walks with you wherein we don’t even need to talk. I loved the totality of your person but I just don’t like me anymore.

I know that loss is bound to happen but I just can’t get the fear out of my head. You might think that I am departing because I don’t want to lose you. That is partly true. But really, I am leaving because I’m losing me.
I wish you the best in life. Truly, I do. Nothing would make me happier than to see you happy even if I am not a part of your happiness. Make music. Live the life you want to live. You deserve nothing less than genuine happiness. Maybe someday you’ll meet a person worthy of you. And maybe I’ll meet one worthy of me too.

Maybe someday, we’ll meet again and realize that we were always meant to be but we just met when the timing wasn’t right. Maybe we could try again. And we can finally take that walk. 



Beginnings
Monday, January 06, 2014
So many things.

But for now, I'll start with the hardest thing of all.
I wrote my ex and sent him pictures of my son.
We're still on the process of DNA as his family requested.
I paid for the expensive process.
My son is dead.
I'm just fighting for him to be recognized.
But we'll start with that.

Reflection: $100 PER HOUR
Sunday, December 22, 2013

$100 per hour
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh! (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"

SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.

"Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important than others.—with Nasser Ali and 17 others.
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Spiritual Reverie: BETTER THAN I
Friday, December 06, 2013

(This song played on  while I was driving on my way home past midnight from the streets of Hollywood. Funny how I'm in the entertainment capital of the world. But amidst ALL the loud nights, bright lights and quests for big dreams, I went on reflection mode. I sat quietly mixed in jammed traffic amongst impatient drivers and I found serenity and solace inside the solitude of my car. With that said, this is today's QUIET MUM of PRAYER. I hope it enlightens you somehow). 

To LISTEN, CLICK HERE and Lyrics POSTED Below

 Dear Lord,

There are many queries.
There are many "Why's?"
But "I'll let go of the questions;"
"I'll take the answers YOU supply ;"
Because "YOU, Lord, know BETTER THAN I."
Use me in Your glory.
AMEN.

Your servant,
Len


"BETTER THAN I"


I thought I did what’s right
I thought I had the answers
I thought I chose the surest road
But that road brought me here

So I put up a fight
And told you how to help me
Now just when I have given up
The truth is coming clear

You know better than I
You know the way
I’ve let go the need to know why
For you know better than I

If this has been a test
I cannot see the reason
But maybe knowing I don’t know
Is part of getting through

I try to do what’s best
And faith has made it easy
To see the best thing I can do
Is put my trust in you

For You know better than I
You know the way
I’ve let go the need to know why
For you know better than I

I saw one cloud and thought it was a sky
I saw a bird and thought that I could follow
But it was you who taught that bird to fly
If I let you reach me will you teach me

For You know better than I
You know the way
I’ve let go the need to know why
I’ll take what answers you supply
You know better than I



For the man who taught me how to love again
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Dear HABIBI, Allan Lloyd ko ,"TOL,"

You came into my life when I lost everything.
You came when I wasn't ready to love.
Funny, you're birthday comes a day after I lost my son.

As kids, we bonded as rival playmates.
You were shy and I was the loud one.
In Catholic grade school at Saint Mary's,
we competed in academically in class.
I was annoyed of you because you think you're all that.
And make it all worse, you were my best friend Sharon and Joan's neighbor.
So it's not like I can avoid your face.
In high school still at Saint Mary's,
I thought you were one of the most cocky person.
Yes, you were good looking and witty,
But that seems to have gotten in your head that you're such an airhead.
And every time you busted out with your corny flirty pick up lines,
I would always find a sarcastic comeback to outsmart you.
And how unlucky I am, I had to be seated next to you that whole year!
Copying from test exams, copy my assignments and getting a higher score than I bugged me even more.

I left for the States for good.
I would go home and I would just see you.
In the latter years, I never heard of you.
And I never saw you again until about three years ago.
Things have changed.
Your life has drastically changed.
And mines too.
You were mesmerized that the tomboy you teased for all of our life has now turned into a swan:)
And You, the secret crush of mine, is telling me this.
And I heard you tell your Mom that if I didn't leave Philippines then,
It would have been us.
We would have been together as a couple.
Because no matter how much we hated each other,
We were naturally drawn to each other.
We were best of friends first.

And two decades after,
God led us to each other.
At the time we were both going through life's crisis.
At the time we felt so hopeless.
At the time we thought we were irrelevant.
At the lowest point of our lives.
At the weakest times of our days.
And oddly, we found strength in each other.

I have gotten close to your family both here in the States and there in Philippines.
Though you're based in Middle East now, you found ways to make this work.
Even effortly assisting and visiting mom when they are home in the Philippines.
And my super strict  parents really like you if she offered you to stay at home during your lengthy drive to see them.
And I felt glad that they are amused by you.

I am not the type to say I love you.
I'm not even the type to display public display of affection.
I'm always on my cool and easy going composure.
Then there's you were.
My exact opposite.
I don't know when and how.
But I did.
I fell inlove with without even realizing it.

It has been two years with you.
It has been highs and lows.
And right now, we're going through another low.
And I've informed you to just give up on me
because there are more important people who needs you more than I do.
And you refused.
You didn't want to.
And I insisted.
Hurting and I'm trying to push you away.

Now in silence,
This song was the only song I can post on my FB and yours.

IN aNOTHER LIFEtime CLICK HERE to LISTEN to listen

I could hold on for a hundred years 
When all else is gone 
I would still be here 
In a memory of things yet unseen 
I’d remember all that we’ve never been 
And I cannot wait to see 
What life has in store for me 

[chorus] 
In another lifetime 
It would be forever 
In another world 
Where you and I 
Could be together 
In another set of chances 
I’d take the one’s I’d missed 
And make you mine 
If only for a time 
My life would matter 
In another life 

And I’d stay as strong and I’d stay as true 
And you’d have forever now to think it through 
Coz I believe what wasn’t meant to be 
Wasn’t meant for now and 
Someday you’ll see 
In a place and time we never know 
I’d be standing there waiting for you 
[Repeat Chorus] 

[Bridge] 
You would be mine 
But until that time is now 
I’d be holding on somehow 
[Repeat Chorus] 

[Coda] 
But until that time 
I’ll be holding onto forever 
Until another life



Help me, God
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
You're in honor roll all of your life.
Some people had tutors to teach them.
But being a product of an OFW (overseas Filipino worker) mom whose a nurse in Saudi Arabia then to US, you had to make the best out of it.
I was Papa's girl in every sense of the word.
My mom worked abroad  during my forming years.
At 12 years old, I left Philippines.
Because my mom worked as a nurse here in U.S.A.
That was hard.
Because I never really had a mother.
But she left us to provide for us.
It took me awhile to think and accept that.
Raised by nannies and maids, I had to grown up at an early age.
At 10 or 11, I handled all of our family's expenses.
Mom was a nurse abroad.
Papa was a businessman.
My older sister Bel who I'm 7 years apart was in college.
I had to be the strong one.
I had to be a mother-sister-friend-nurturer for my Papa and my siblings.
At 9 or 10, I had to become like an adult.
Not by choice but my circumstances.
I would study.
I would get good grades.
My cousins had the Ricky-rich lifestyles.
My cousins had tutors to sharpen their knowledge.
I had to be there for my Papa and my siblings.
I did the best I could.
I was a consistent honor roll,
Because I had to.
Because that's the only thing I can give my Mama for her hardwork.
I never wanted to leave Philippines.
But Mama said America is the land of honey and grass.
Truly, America taught me a lesson.
It paved my way to grow up, to work hard, to achieve.
I paid my college dues.
I was a Dean and President lister consistently.
I was a recipient of awards and scholarship.
I worked my way up to be recognized.
It was never an easy journey.
I am challenged and judged every day.
I have not quite made it.
I'm still under construction,
But help me, God.
I know He has wonderful plans for me.
And I believe.
I persevere.
So help me, God.


All Souls Day
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Dear Tianshi,

It's All Soul's Day.
And this is the time Filipinos remembers their loved ones who passed away.
In Spanish countries, it's also called Dia de Los Muertos or Day of the Dead.
Of course, you are in my thoughts.
Not just because it's All Soul's Day.
But every second of my life that is left.
If it was up to me, you will be alive here.
But I can't question God for taking you back.
It hurts me.
It still painful.
I still cry a lot.
Couple days ago, it has been twenty nine months.
It rained too.
And I found myself in tears again.
And the pain multiplies again.
But I have no choice but to take it all in
I have to accept the grief that you are now in heaven.
I have to convince myself that I should stop mourning.
Because you are with Our Father Lord and Savior in heaven.
I know you're always looking after me.
Sometimes, I feel your presence.
I know you are always with me.
But I miss you.
There was no day that I thought of you.
There was no day that I didn't thought of your soul.
Someday, Tianshi, I'll get to hold you again.
For now, though it still aches, I would have to be contented you're safe wherever you may be.
I love you, my Tianshi.
Until we meet again.


Love,
Mama Len

Dear BOY: 10-27
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Dear Dimsum,

It's been that long.
You are now my past.
We now have separate lives with new partners in life.
But I just want to thank you for that journey of having my son who is now an angel in heaven.
He didn't make it but he will always be a part of us.
So thank you for my son.
Just thank you for the memories.
I pray God gives you the happiness.
Thank you for the song below.
Thank you for this song.
I wish you nothing but the best.
I wish you well.

"Princess"

Gatorade
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
There will be something about Gatorade that will make me think of the past. Having had several surgeries, we all know that undergoing a surgical procedures gives the body it's own discomforts and damages. Three of those are (1) nausea and vomiting as the body recuperate back to adjusting the abdominal muscles after the anesthesia and strong pain medicines, (2) blood loss that can dangerously turn to hypovolemic shock of the body and (3) is loss of fluids, electrolytes and mineral imbalances. And as a sickly child who spent my summers with bronchial asthma in the hospitals and having an awesome nurse I call, "Mama," I often rejected the intravenous (IV) insertions and puked all the medicines and Mom's solutions to that was to drink Gatorade to relive my body back to bounce.

Then as an adult, never would I even think about reliving that episodes again. And when I get too sickly, I often just ask for Gatorade when my body rejects an actual food or beverage intake. And as we all know, nurses and medical persons are the worst kind of patients. And I admit, I certainly am is one of them as I say "no" and decline anything that I feel that I don't need. And I am as stubborn as I can be.

Needless to say, even when the  love of my life took care of me when I was too sick, I just asked for Gatorade if he asked if I needed anything. Well, I asked for plain soup broth and Gatorade to replenish my weakling body. And that's all he brought me. In fact, he restocked my fridge in my room for those Gatorade just so I would never ran out.

I guess that's what Gatorades remind me of: simply LOVE. Because they but me those so ill fee better coping up physically. And sometimes, I don't even ask for it and its there next to me readily available just in case I needed it.

It has been a tedious week of going back and forth to emergency rooms this week. I wish I was the one giving the medical attention. But sadly, it is the vice versa. I am on the receiving end as my is showing signs of digestive discomforts and gallbladder problems that might lead to a gallbladder removal soon. I pray not. Mom is feeling sickly lately too that I have ignored my own painful symptoms just so I can take care of her and be by her side when she needs me. I have to be pretend I am the strongest because I can not afford to be weak when My own mother is not feeling all too well.

Tonight, as I watch over Mom waiting for her medicines I have given her, I write here my thoughts. I can't even tell you how many meals my body rejected. I have been undergoing nausea and vomiting episodes triggered by pain from my gallbladder. And I sneaked out from Mom to puke in the
Restroom and sneak out a Gatorade drink. Only because the Gatorade is the only thing my body can tolerate right now.

So here's reminiscing...
Here's to taking care of myself...
Here's to reminders of love and being loved...
Here's to drinking Gatorade now even if in pain.
Why?
Because Gatorade is love.
Gatorade is loving myself just like the people around me loves me.

CHOPSTICKS
Wednesday, October 02, 2013
I've mastered the world of chopsticks.
I am of Chinese decent as my ancestors came from China.
But I grew up Filipino and Spanish almost forgetting my Chinese roots.
Months ago, when I visited my Lola Fe (Grandma Fe) in Santa Barbara, she reminded me that I hailed from my Chinese ancestors of Sy, So and Tan.
And that my great grandfather were so Chinese that is why I can not be denied with my chinky eyes who are proud Hookien descendants in China.
But I think I learned to be more Chinese because of someone else.
You see, I adopted more to my Spanish heritage hearing my grandparents spoke Spanish growing up.
I see my Maternal and Paternal grannies and I could not be denied of my Asian roots.
But I was raised more Spanish and Filipino than even being Chinese or Japanese.
It sucks that I am more Chinese now because I was influence by someone else in my past.
And my son who is half-Chinese Vietnamese made me realize the importance of recognizing my own roots.
I will never be too Chinesey enough.
I can eat chopsticks well now because I forced my self to relearn it because of that someone in my past.
I never admitted it but what he doesn't know is that I understood some of the Chinese language they spoke about behind my back.
I never claimed but he didn't know that I was a black belter in Karate and  Wi-Shu growing up.
I never talked about it but I spent endless memories and I spent a huge portion of my childhood eating eating xiumai, Cha si bao.
And that I am so great at using the Chinese abacus than any calculator because that's what my grannies taught me.
I will never be Chinese enough.
I will never be Chinese as they are.
But what sets me apart?
I am Chinese.
It ran in my veins.
I ate with Chopsticks too like they did.
But I'm proud to be Chinese now because I have a son whom I passed on my blood to,
I may never be able to teach Him what being Chinese is all about.
But we get to share that together.
We wille as Chinese as we can .
We can not deny.
It is us.
It is me.
It is even more of him.

Dreams, Travels Without You
Thursday, September 05, 2013
Dear angel in heaven,

The past few months, I vowed to live each day of my life to the fullest. I travelled the thirty seven states out of the 50 states of the United States the past weeks.  I have robbed  shoulders with every ethnicity and met new wonderful friends from Europe, Asia and all over. I told in my status that I have circled more than one half of the world and I have a little less than half to see the rest of it. And I am determined more than ever to see each corner.

This week was extra special because I am with my complete family. Your Tito LA is back from New York and his world tour with his dance company and his gigs from The Juilliard School. And the Labor Day weekend was just a cherry on top. Although, having that one on one and up close and personal time with Shamu at Sea World probably brings me back to being a child. How I wish I shared that with you. You, too will enjoy the waters as much as I do. And anywhere where there is a beach, it seems like paradise for me.

Yesterday, I got a call from the school I have been eyeing on. You know, Medical Field is a difficult area to penetrate. And it takes a lot of heart and soul to be someone in healthcare. Nursing was not my preference of choice at first. I wanted to be a pilot, join the Airforce and fly an airplane. But your grandfather hesitated to send me during the hype of the Gulf War. So I opted for nursing because it made your Lola/Grana Belen happy that I am following her footsteps as she was a devoted Registered Nurse. And grandpa/Lolo Bert, though he did not finished all the way because he had to be the father and the primary breadwinner when your great grandfather Lolo Adring/ the late Mayor Adriano was set to jail during the Marcos Regime in the Philippines, he went to Medical School and was supposed to become a Doctor. So, weirdly, being a healthcare professional lied in my genes.

At first, I hesitated. The tedious learning of Biology and Science annoyed me. The busy schedule of being a nurse scared me because I watched my own Mom always doing twelve hours graveyard shifts  and struggled with quality time for us. But God places us in situations we never plan because we were always meant to be there without even realizing. In short, I have learned to love being in the Nursing profession. No robots can replace the tender loving care of a nurse. And one has to have the heart. And I think I've got that.

And now, there's a higher calling to pursue Medical School. I've learned from the school yesterday that I can attain that and do that in just couple of years. And I am now on their pathway program accrediting all that I have taken in college and achieving becoming a Doctor. My transcripts are on its way and it's both a scary and an exciting process. And I will be meeting with the Medical School Panel come September 19th. Can I do this? I'm with your Tito Allan now and he is quite far because of the demands of his job but I'm sure he will be forever supportive of my goals. Will I be able to juggle it? If I do, will he wait for me to become a doctor and then we can pursue our dreams of marriage and family? I don't know the answer.

The passion to travel took over me once again. My greatest goal is to do a Medical Mission to Vietnam because that reminds me of you. I told your Tita Balot, my bestfriend, that I was not able to save my own son's life. God had to take you back. But I asked God why He puts me in a place that I have to be someone saving other people's lives. It's ironic. But you know, God only knows His plans for us. And being His faithful servant, I would have to follow my heart.

I don't know where the roads lead. Your Auntie Bel, my big sister, encouraged me to pursue my gift of writing or what she calls my "Shakespearean." Writing will always have a special place in my heart. Who knows? I might purpose a double Doctorate degree advancing my ComArts and English Lit degree and a Medical profession? Life is full of surprises. As all I can us to savor it in.

Although, grief and morning of losing you still impedes my soul and breaks my heart in half, I ought to be thankful for the experience of being your mother once. How I wished you lived so I can show you how wonderful of a mom I could have been. When I see two year olds running around, I could not help but think you and what it could have been. I would have been a great mom because I practically raised my siblings and your cousins Ischa and Ichad. I was ready for you, my son if I knew you were in my womb. But I know you are happy in heaven. And God is taking great care of you.

I just missed you. And all that I have now was because you made me realize life can turn in a split second. And even though you are an angel in heaven now, all that I am, all that I have, all that I have been and all that I am yet to be is because of you. You have given me another perspective and inspiration in life. My dreams slowly unfolding. My travels are rewarding. Yet sometimes it still inadequate. It is still not sufficient. Why? Because I wanted to share these journey with you, my angel son.

But we will get there. When I see you in heaven, I will be able to share my stories and I will tell you all about it. Right now, I get to share it here with you and my avid readers as I write about it. Someday, we will have our time together. For the meantime, dream with me, travel with me, guide me and always watch over me.

I miss you and I love you, my baby son, Simon Hung, my angel in heaven.
Until we meet again.

Love,
your Mama Len


Happy birthday to me
Monday, August 05, 2013
This birthday was quite different. 
I'll try to post picture on the next or approaching post.

But here's what I posted on my Facebook account
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My Birthday Prayer

Father God, 
THANK YOU for today.
For meaning of my existence every single day;
For the love of the special people who complete my life;
For the inspiring individuals who sustained me in my tearful joy and in joyous strife;
For the cool, calm and collected prayers when I'm stressed and distressed;
For the heavy loads of burden You placed on me and pressed,
For the learning lessons from the people who broke me and persecuted me;
For the understanding from the brave people who just let me be;
For my shortcomings and sinning, I'm sorry, please be forgiving;
For the opportunities to serve You through others and be inspiring;
For the defiant times You summoned my faith in tears and in fears;
For the strength You provided and Your unconditional love throughoutthe years;
For all the material tokens of appreciation that remind me of how I am loved;
For all the answered prayers from You up Above...
For the molding of my soul and sustained my being;
For all the reasons why life is worth living;
For reminders to always count my blessings;
For inspirations to make my blessings worth counting;
May I honor and glorify You as Your love for me have been tried, tested and true;
Lord, I commit this birthday and the rest of my life to You.
Amen.








GREEN NAILS
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
On lunch break.
Talking to my Bessie BALOT...

On the day my son died, my nails were colored green. I remembered that so clearly because they had to remove my nail polish while I was inside the ambulance to the emergency room to get my Oxygen saturation percentage in my system. It was 86 percent (it's severly abnormal) then on the way to Cedars Sinai supposedly. I never made it to Cedars because I hyperventilated and was going hypovolemic shock. I went to Olympia Medical Center instead because it's the nearest hospital otherwise I won't make it. I lived to tell my story. In exchange of my son's life. Two years after, no one gets me pain. I'm so upset at myself that I'm still hurting. It does not help. And ALG, I just want him to be there. Buwisit. Crying again. Today, amidst the tears, I can't cry and have to give the fakest smile. Today, I paint my nails green. For that little angel in heaven who is the reason why I'm still alive;( And no one gets it;(

TWO: Birthday letter to my baby SON in HEAVEN
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I vowed to NEVER write here again. Because I felt it's NOT a place where I can be honest with the world. People who had access here judged me for what I have written here. But whatever is written here, It's the TRUTH. It is me from deep within. I said goodbye months ago. I didn't even thought of writing anymore. But I have to make an exception. For you, MY SON, I'll do this one last time. MAY 30, 2013 My everdearest ANgel son Simon Hung in heaven, It's been two years. Since you came into my life, my son. But God took you back in heaven. Mama Len misses you. But I know you are always with me. I know you know how much I love you. I know you know how I would give my life for you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my angel son in heaven. I know you are partying up there with your Auntie Vicky and with Tobi and Ariel. Have a blast there, Okay? Mama Len misses you dearly. I LOVE YOU. Thank you for giving meaning to my life. You are God's greatest gift to me. Because I became a mom because of you. I will NEVER forget you. You will always hold a BIG space in my heart. Happy second birthday, my son Simon Hung. I know God is throwing you the biggest party. I know you would not want Mama Len to cry. Until we hold each other again, my son. Until Mama gets to be on your side. Mama Len will see you in my dreams. Where Mama can hold you tight. Where Mama can be a mom to you. Let's party there. I'll light a candle for you in a bit. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH. You are my life. You are the only reason why I am living. You are the reason of my life's purpose. Take lots of care, my angel son. Always hold me. Always be there for me. Always guide Mama to the right path. I'll wipe the tears now. I know you don't want to see me cry. And I'll do that for you, my son. HAPPY 2nd birthday my angel son. Momma loves you soooo much. Momma misses you very much. Blow your birthday candles now there in heaven. Let's celebrate your life. I love you, Your MAMA Len Although it hurts not to physically have you here, I also know you NEVER left my side. I'll be sleeping with your picture and your ashes again. Please hold me tight. Everything will be alright. I will be alright.

It might THE END.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Dearest READERS of MY SILENT REVEIES, First abs foremost, I want to say THANK YOU. The last time I checked, there was thousands of you. I am overwhelmed with your enthusiastic interest in my blog. These are stories of my life and what started as a personal online diary Expanded to be real stories I shared with you. It has been a winding road. The curtain closed. And it's time to pack up. But I have come to a conclusion. I'm might need to say goodbye to SILENT REVERIES. I have you all thousand of readers who have shared a part of me. And I appreciate all of you for joining me in my life's journey. Do I stop writing? Do I really want it to end here? I don't know. But I know for sure I will miss each and everyone of you. Thank you for crying with me when I needed to cry. Thank you for laughing at my stories of joy. Thank you for being proud of me in my victories. Thank you for joining me in my loss (especially the death of my angel in heaven). Thank you for sharing my sadness in my brokenheartedness. Thank you for strengthening in my times of weak trials. Thank you for praying for me and with me in difficult times. Thank you for reminding me of hope when I wanted to give up. Thank you for letting me inspire you despite my imperfectness and inadequacy. Thank you for inviting me in your lives while I share a part of my self to you as well. Thank you isn't even enough. But THANK YOU for everything else that words nor my emotions can not capture. Like the said, there is a hello in every goodbye. And I sure hope that this isn't the last time. So should I say, until we meet again? I love you all. Nothing but my humblest and heartfelt gratitude. God bless you. God loves you. So do I. Lovelots, Len (the writer/lady behind My Silent Reveries) (www.pinayfreestyle.blogspot.com) HERSELF. And I leave with these:  “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?  “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.  If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you —you of little faith?   So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." (Matthew 6: 25-34)

PSALM 23
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Psalm 23 A psalm of David. 1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. 2     He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3     he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths     for his name’s sake. 4 Even though I walk     through the darkest valley,[a] I will fear no evil,     for you are with me; your rod and your staff,     they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me     in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil;     my cup overflows. 6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me     all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord     forever. Footnotes: Psalm 23:4 Or the valley of the shadow of death

FEAR NOT
Friday, December 14, 2012
10 So do not fear, for I am with you;     do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you;     I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. 11 “All who rage against you     will surely be ashamed and disgraced; those who oppose you     will be as nothing and perish. 12 Though you search for your enemies,     you will not find them. Those who wage war against you     will be as nothing at all. 13 For I am the Lord your God     who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear;     I will help you. Isaiah 41:10-13

UNSENT: PEACE?
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Dear Dimsum, Days ago, I prayed to our angel son to give us the peace we both need. You posted pictures of her. And I posted notes from my new guy. And I looked at your pictures. I'm guessing if you looked at mines too. Yesterday, two days after thanksgiving, you left me a message at my FB. And I responded back. I asked if we can talk peacefully for our son, and you agreed. Previously, you wanted a DNA from me. And I went about your wish. I contacted the hospital and the Coroner's office for our son's specimen because as we both know our son was cremated after he died. I rushed so I can grant your request. But yesterday, you said you just wanted a burial. And we'll discuss it this coming Thursday. Last night while at Visalia, visiting Tito Ding who had a brain surgery and Auntie Norma, all they asked was you. And I answered yes or no with their queries. If it was up to me, I'd rather not say anything. Last night, I thought of you. I thought of her. I thought of the guy I'm now with. And I asked if are we truly happy? But I asked our son in heaven to let us be at peace with each other. I prayed that God grant us the peace for our son's sake. I'm not sure if this it. Last night, before I slept in Visalia, I checked Your FB profile. You deleted me. I guess that is your way of Saying bye. Maybe that's the closure? Maybe that is moving on. Maybe that's our son doing what is best for us: be at peace even If we are separated. And I'll do it for him: anything for my son who want to rest in peace in heaven. Maybe for yOu too. Because I loved you that much. To set you free So you can be happy. And I hope and I pray that you are. God bless. Good luck. Love, Princess

Unsent: REWIND
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Dear Dimsum, I saw your picture with her. Together. I came from church and went to my LA Hugh friend's wedding shower. And the moment I say you together and seeing you even in a picture broke me again and sent me to tears. You've grown your beard like the last time you came out. You've changed Physically from the last time I saw you. I last saw you the day before thanksgiving day last year when I came to bring Thanksgiving food for you and your family and when I discovered about her.lately, you said you wanted DNA to know if you're our sOn's father. I contacted the hospital and the coroners office to obtain any DNA Of our son who was cremated. I informed you of all these info. But have not heard from you yet. Truth is that pains me. But I'll do it for my son. I cried myself to sleep when I saw your pHoto with her. I tried to ignore the pain. But I am also human. And I hurt too. Maybe because it's a Reminder of why it's not us anymore. And my heart broke into pieces once again. Yet, I had to pick myself up and be strong no matter how much the twinge and torment I feel. I hope she makes you happy. ALG, the guy I'm sort of with now, is jealous of you. I don't know what we are. We're together in a weird way. But there are lots of things to be ironed out between him and I. Partially, I'm scared to love. Maybe I am not 100% ready. But I can feel he loved me nonetheless. I'm lost once again. I'm reminded Of you and our son. And as much as I tried to ignore, I do miss you and mostly our son. I ask God to empower me and enlighten ms Everyday. If it is up to me, I'm tired of crying also. I'm exhausted of being hurt. I ask for strength to overcome the struggles. I hope our issues get settled soon. I'm still waitingfor your call or notifications Re: DNA tests. I hope that will all make us move on no matter how much it hurts to go through this pain once again. On my end, I've already forgave you. That's the true Christian in me. No matter how much you've betrayed me or destroyed me, I want to forgive because thats the right thing to do. Like you, I only want closure too. I'm asking God to give me overcome the obstacles. I know He will lead me to the right oath.I know our little angel is always with us with his Aunt Vicky and our dogs Tobi and Ariel.until then I wish you luck and happiness. Love, Princess

THE VETERANS: The Tale of My Two Lolos / Grandparents
Monday, November 12, 2012
THE VETERANS: The Tale of my Two Lolos/Grandpas. They were soldiers. Both of my Lolos/grandparents served in the World War II under the American Army against Japan. Both had two different stories of the war. But both served and they served well. My paternal grandfather Mayor Adriano Lugod Dela Cruz as he is known and addressed to our town and many but simply, "Lolo Adring" to us his grandchildren was a Captain in the Philippine Constabulary. Yes, he was a amongst many Filipinos who represented  the American Army. One of the manu who partook in World War II.   But what's more remarkable was during the War, Lolo Adring being the kindhearted person he was, rescued and saved a Japanese soldier who has shot, kept him at the barn and healed him until his well. He then returned the army to his Japanese camp, risked his own life of being killed, but he did it anyway.  Years later after the World War II scars healed and the war quieted down, that Japanese soldier returned to the Philippines searching for a certain "A. Dela Cruz." Hence, the soldier that saved his life. That soldier soon became the Mayor of a small-town in Gonohe, Japan. Ironically, my Lolo Adring also became the Mayor of our hometown for more than twenty five years. That Soldier was Mayor Yoshio Kawasaki and now, the Japanese sister town of my hometown in the Philippines. Even after Lolo Adring and Mayor Kawasaki passed, our ties remained. We exchanged students. We are now friends even with his grandchildren and we hang out even here in America and moreso in Japan.  My Lolo Adring was everyone's father, brother, grandfather and friend. He taught us to not be drowned in his political power but instead blend in and be one with the crowd. Eat what poor eats; put our feet on the ground when with the rich and just be on their level. But above all, help in as much and as possible we can in any given circumstance. He always told us we represented him. We are a reflection of him. We have to take care of that name and legacy. It's never about the wealth nor the power but the humility and the kind service and dignity that mattered in life. That's the wisdom of a true blue KIND politician.    My maternal grandfather, Private First Class Lorenzo Fajardo Larida (by the way, he is so humble and low key that he never claimed his rank nor wanted to be label as such. I found out when at eight years old that he was from the US Army because he doesn't want to boast) or as fondly called him, " Lolo Inzo/Apong Inzo in Ilocano." He came from a small town in La Union who migrated to the North and planted rice fields. He took pride in himself as an honest and hardworking  farmer. But even more so, a loving husband, a doting father, and to me, an inspiring grandfather. But above all, a true servant of God.  Couple years back, with my Mama Belen, we watched a documentary about World War II and the Discovery Channel featured a story about "The Fall of Bataan" and "The Death March." Bataan was a town that the American Army occupied but Japanese invaded and took over. They made the American soldiers including the Filipino Guerillas (where my Lolo was a part of) who we call now, "POW" or "Prisoners of War." The Death March or in Japanese " Batān Shi no Kōshin," was the imperial transfer of 128 kilometers (about 80 miles) walk of 15,000 American Army with the 60,000 Filipino Soldiers by the Japanese Soldier from Corregidor, Bataan all the way to Capaz, Tarlac in the North of what was known as Camp O'Donnel. It was said that close to 1,000 Americans and 10,000 Filipinos death toll occurrd during this rigorous and painstaking march. Not only did my Lolo Inzo fought for the American Army. He joined them in many of their struggles.  My maternal grandfather was one of the many soldiers and prisoners of war who endured and survived this Death March. Yet, he lived. And he lived enough to tell this story. From a humble and poor farmer, he was reluctant to even get his benefits as an American soldier. Until later in life when his 8 children convinced him persistently   that his benefits will helped them go to college, that was when he decided. Even then, he divided the earnings he got from his agricultural harvests and the small amount he got from serving the US Army into two: half would go to his children, and half would go to GOD, the church and His people. These made my Lola Ikang (my grandmother) furious. But my Lolo Inzo was stern on his faith in God. That was his way of thanking God for everything by sharing half of what he have to those who needed it. I've spent many summers reading the bible (must have read it 1,000 times now) in Ilocano during our nightly devotions as Lolo Inzo made me. During Harvest time, we would have an assembly line (just like when disaster strikes) where we would have bags of rice with canned goods and little loot bags of biscuits, cookies and candies (I was always on the candy assembly line) which we gave out separately to adults and children after the Sunday Service Mass at the Murong United Methodist Church. I am trying to be God's servant to be just half as great as my Lolo Inzo. I am nothing compared to his service to God. The things I do now are small acts compared to his giant heart. And yet, I am grateful to be influenced by such true and faithful servant of God. One that will inspire me and my family to be more of service and share what we have to the less fortunate. It's Veterans Day today and I am reminded of the heroic acts of valor of the extraordinary soldiers of my life. Yes, both of my grandpas served the United States Army. They were part of written history. They were VETERANS in every sense and essence of the word.  But to me, they were VETERANS with a HEART because they went above and beyond their duties as soldiers. I missed them both. So happy VETERANS day Lolo Adring and Lolo Inzo! Here are my tightest hugs and my PROUDEST salute delivered to both of you in heaven.  

UNSENT: I miss you sooo much ANGEL
Saturday, November 10, 2012
UNSENT Dear my angel son in heaven baby Simon Hung,  I miss you. Yesterday, while cleaning my room,  I opened the box of your ashes and I broke down, bawled and cried. I miss you so much my son. I hope you're doing fine in heaven.  Mama can't stand the hurt. I fixed your new sanctuary inside the glades showcase that your dad,  Papa Simon/Hung built for me when we were still together. I collected angels all these years and all through out my childhood. I never knew you, my son, would be the greatest sacrifice of all time. I was cleaning up yesterday and the some of the collections fell and had to pick it up. Weirdly, the neighbor's dog started howling so loudly.  Even more strange, I was listening to the radio and a dedication was made for "Simon" whose had your name ( I named you after your Papa Hung; Simon was his American name). And I felt your presence my son. Are you trying to remind Mama you're here guiding me? My son...sorry, Mama broke down and cried in the middle of working and cleaning. I made you a new altar at the glass showcase with angel cherubims around you and all the memories and knickknacks that would remind you and me and your Papa (Some of them I hid for a long time. But had to bring out everything that reminded me of your Dad, Papa Simon...the Buddha, the frog with a coin, our pictures in a frame, the balloons, the stuff he built for me, your Papa's mom's Christmas gifts for me so you will never forget your Papa Hung.  It was harder for Mama to think of the pain of losing you in my womb my son. I could have been the greatest mom if I knew you existed my son. But God had to take you back and who am I to question God who gave you to me? He created you my son and let me borrow you even for just a short time;( And until now, I received a text from your Father's new fling that you Papa changed his number because your Papa wants to get away from me. And I'm angered but I'll keep my silence my son. Because I am doing it for you anak KO. No matter would ever want their son to suffer. So I want to keep peace despite the distance for you my son. Mama is sad missing you and thinking of you my son. It's a struggle everyday. Like I told your Tito Allan, I am merely existing and living just for the people I love for your grandpa, grandma and your aunties, uncles and cousins . But if it is up to me, I just want to hold you in my arms and join you wherever you are. I'm soooooo sad, my son. Guide Mama always. Play with Tobi and Ariel ( I hanged their clothes on my wall) after I fixed your altar. I miss them too my son. How is your Auntie Vicky (Your Papa's sister)?  I hope you're all happy in heaven.  If your Papa's new partner is really pregnant, her name is Tita Angela Garcia, take great care of your new baby siblings and look after them. At the end of the day, all Mama wants is the happiness of your Papa. Keep Papa's mom and dad and his other brothers and sisters and your twin cousins and cousin Andy and your Papa's family healthy. Look after them with your Papa's sister auntie Vicky.  Guide and take care of my family too my son. Always stay with them. Though you did not have the chance to meet them, they love you as much as I loved you. Let me know also that  your Tito "HABIBI" is the one. Mama is confuse and unsure if he is the one. But keep Mama strong and guided okay my son. Just lit your candle and played hour lullaby. I cried again. I missed you. Sorry if I do. I'm sorry it kills me. But I know you're always here with me. Stay with me always my son . Along with God, lead me my heart and my soul to the right direction.  I'll end it here my baby love son. Until our next conversation. I love you sooooo much and I would give up everything just to hold you once again and have you in my arms all over again. I'll see you my son and Papa in my dreams.  Love always and forever, Your Mama Len

For TOL (ALG)
Thursday, November 08, 2012
To TOL. I write better than i can ever express in person. Dear TOL, Maybe I'm just exhausted of fighting. Maybe it is easier for me to be nicer than to pretend to be mean. Maybe the Lord gives me instances to self-check. Maybe He provides me events to tell me that He is making me live because He has a greater purpose for me (Remember the accident?) Maybe because no matter how much I try to pretend, the heart just genuinely shows how it feels. Maybe that's the truth. Maybe everyone deserves a second chance at something. Maybe I have been a little too harsh...on you, on myself, on us. Maybe my Angel directed me to you. Maybe it can be "sweeter" this time around. Maybe I care a little too much. Maybe it's "you" (you played me that song "It might be You" days ago.) Maybe... Maybe because I don't know what tomorrow will bring. But or today, the sight of you, your avoidance of being seen on FaceTime while eating, your unexplainable stares but yours eyes tells me all what your lips can not say. Maybe we also deserve to be happy. Maybe we are "meant" for whatever weird reason. Maybe God is answering a few of our prayers. Maybe... Maybe because I'll never really know until God gives me the "answer" when I'm facing "him" with you. I don't know. I just know that I cared for you MORE THAN I SHOULD from the very first start. Only time can answer all my maybes. But THANK YOU and (sorry?) for everything. In pain now but I'll see you in my dreams. Love, BRUH.



I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak. But the sleek and strong, I will destroy. I will shephered the flock with justice.  Ezekiel 34:17 So help me, GOD ;(


Wednesday, November 07, 2012
UNSENT: Dear my baby Angel son, Mommy had a difficult day today. I lit a candle for you yesterday. I even requested a prayer for you at the church for you to rest in peace. I wrote your name in their prayer request book. And really my son, I want you to rest in peace. I know you know mommy has been hurting. Today, mommy had obstacles to overcome. Mommy cried again. But Mommy is still breathing. And that is all that matters, anak ko (my child). As long as mommy is breathing, she will fight for her life for you. Even if the world is crumbling; even if the world is collapsing, as long as I take a breath, I will fight to survive. So help mommy. I told you yesterday I vowed to make you rest in peace. I want to prove your Papa Hung/Simon wrong. But I want you to have peace that your Papa and I get along. And so I'm keeping my quiet for you my son. Just be there my son. Keep mommy strong. Guide me. I love you anak KO. I miss you everyday. Love, Mama Len 2 Corinthians 4:16-18  So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,  as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.


Thursday, November 01, 2012
I miss you soooo much, my son in heaven. Mama is crying right now again. Sorry, I can't help it. Mama is hurting. Stay with me my son. Hug momma tight. Mama is having a difficult time. Mama wants to be with you and take care of you. Mama is trying to be strong for you, anak ko. Even if I'm torn. Even if I'm broken. I'm living for you, my son. I'm existing one day at a time. Pray for me always. Guide me always. I love you. There was not a single second of the day when I didn't think of you.

MY SILENT REVERIES
writing is my passion. i created silent reveries years ago to vent out things i could not tell the world. it was my private, modern tech approach to scribbling my thoughts and emotions in a journal. in here, i can feely be who i am. i could cry my woes, i can love freely, i can grieve over a broken heart, i can celebrate the joys in my heart, i can rejoice with my accomplishments, i can tell stories of remarkable friendships and unforgettable connections i made with extraordinary people SECRETLY AND SILENTLY without worrying people might judge me. i hid under the name PINAY FREESTYLE.

but eventually, some people gained access to my secret place. so i opened my doors to them in the purpose that i could inspire them: to be better versions of themselves and to share themselves to the world. slowly, i embraced my readers as a part of my life. i welcomed the strange idea that my untold life stories and unconcealed revelations could be of help to others, to love and accept themselves as they are. and i, i came out from the animosity. i eventually became just the regular LEN - the nickname my family & friends call me.

i developed stories of love, of letting go, of falling in love all over again. i made great friendships. but if there's one thing i was particularly proud of, it was my undenying love for the LORD. i wrote and made soul searching, heart wrenching entries i entitled, "SPIRITUAL REVERIES" which you will find many here. it was my productive way to heal myself from twinge and while i am at it, i could also mend others spirits along the way and bring them back up to par with their faith and relationships with God. it has not stop there. it's still a constant journey.

and so, for as long as i can, i vowed to tell my memorable reflections,i have unmasked the hidden me. and the seeking and searching of life's meaning and purpose is not over. LIFE is a long road of discovering. and i still yet to discover many wonders of this world and satisfy my unending curiosity. but be warned. you can either love me or hate me. but i don't care. this is me: sripped and bare as i can be.

so i invite you into my chaotic unperfect world. join me in my whirlwind new travels of diving into the unknowns. let me share my life with you all over again. come in, as i tell you my SILENT REVERIES.

love,
len


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"I want to have a personal light, the glow of oneself that comes from sheer willpower, the light of someone who has made important sacrifices in the name of things I think are important."

---Paulo Coelho's "Eleven Minutes"

my name is len. people always tend to judge me without discovering who i really am. i might look intimidating, a typical shop girl, and i act like a crazy party girl on the weekend. but i actually have brains. and i own an even bigger heart. the truth is, beyond the louis vuitton bags, beyond the lavish parties, the excessive passion to travel and the desire to get to know the world, if you got to know the REAL ME, i am really just a simple girl. my only desire is to be loved for who i am.

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