Here’s a confession from someone who claims to be in a “vibrant, passionate, loving relationship with Jesus Christ” (read: me).

I don’t know how but I went on for months not opening my Bible nor praying. On a daily basis, I blame it on my schedule – on how my days are so unpredictable I end up waking late during mornings (with hardly any time to even eat my breakfast) and sleeping late at night to finish work.

But the ugly truth is this (and I’ve never wrote this down so seriously, but here goes): I’m addicted to Asian dramas. I come home everyday, change into comfier clothes, and watch the night away. I watch until I’m sleepy (even when I’m sleepy). I watch until I’m tired (even when I’m tired).

I have become a slave to it, and intensely so this year, when I’m supposedly cutting down on my daily drama intake. Everyday, I raise my hands in surrender, always saying “Yes, I can’t live without you. Yes, work is hard, life is hard, but I always have you to look forward to at the end of the day.”

It has become my idol, my god. It has become my joy – the lesser kind of joy, but I settled anyway. Sure, I’ve set a high standard for the next man I will love, but apparently not with the god I will serve.

Last Sunday, my heart was heavy for some reason. I knew why, and I mustered all the courage to admit it to God. I don’t remember how exactly I said it, or how long the prayer was, but the desire of my heart was this: “I want only You, Lord.”

And boy did He answer my prayer.

By habit I attempted to watch multiple shows today: from movies, to old dramas and the currently airing ones. I tried and tried but eventually gave up, because I finally lost interest. In Filipino, we call it nagsawa. 

It’s possible for the Lord to do something radical like this in my life, so I doubt this is temporary. But just the same, I’ll fill you in next week, and the week after that, if this addiction is indeed over.

For years it scared me to say that prayer precisely because I did not want to let go of something I enjoyed so much. I knew what the Lord is capable of, so I tried to “control” it. It was a compromise that ended up becoming even more damaging in my work life, my personal life, and my spiritual life.

It just had to go.

Tonight I’m going to pick up my Bible again and pray. It’s going to be hard, doing what you haven’t done outside church for ages, but the Lord said press on. He is the only joy that satisfies, and my soul longs for just that.

Oh, that we might know the Lord!
Let us press on to know him.
He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn
or the coming of rains in early spring.

Hosea 6:3

Last Saturday, I went on a semi-spontaneous day trip to Taal town in Batangas with my best friends Kai and Mayel. Nearly half of the day was spent in transit since we traveled by public transportation, but except for our ride back home when we couldn’t sit together, not a moment was wasted on silence.

For some reason, stories kept coming as if we haven’t seen each other in ages. My (and probably Mayel’s, too) favorite part of the trip was when we sat for an hour or so in a fancy coffee shop to just talk about life while sipping a good cup of kapeng barako. It’s my favorite because I’m a self-confessed homebody – there’s no doubt about it.

It’s the only explanation why I can marathon an Asian drama series in a day (or less, if it’s really good), or why after more than a year of working in the journalism industry, I still have not used up even one day of vacation leave. I can spend my days off at home and not mind.

But the right people can drag my lazy ass off my bed, away from my laptop, and can bring me to places I’d never go to alone. Taal is one such place. It’s a heritage town off Batangas province – a quiet place that, in paper, fits my personality well…

…except now that I’ve been there, I can say I’d totally be bored if I went there alone. The view from Basilica de San Martin de Tours’s bell tower is breathtaking, no doubt, and the heritage houses bring with them so much history; it is for these very reasons why visiting Taal is 1000x better with friends than on my own.

My day job requires that I use social media a lot (and I mean A LOT), but last Saturday, I decided to fight the urge to update my SM accounts while on the trip for two things: I want a break from technology and fast-paced Metro Manila, and I want to give my full attention to my travel buddies.

As much as I love how technology connects people, I also hate how it has shortened our attention span to the point that looking at our smartphones has now become a staple during dinners, trips, and the likes. I’m all for keeping in touch with people, but when they’re already right in front of me, I’m going to honor the fact that they’re spending their time with me and went all the way to meet me in person when they could’ve just gone somewhere else to talk to someone else.


In principle, this is also why I like being a homebody a lot. There are days I don’t like people, and days I don’t think I can give people my full attention. On those days, I’d rather be alone because it’s all or nothing for me: either I give you my entire time, or I don’t. It sounds extreme because it is – it won’t be good for people if they only get half of my attention.


Next week I’m planning to go on a solo trip to Baguio. I have yet to sit down and actually plan the whole thing (and I think I’d need a lot of help from friends), but I’m excited for this because I’m going to celebrate being a homebody while finding my own adventure.

Is that even possible? Wait ’til I write about it!

(While you’re at it, wish me luck as I inform convince my parents this is a trip I need to go to. My fingers are crossed!)

I’ve said it many times but never followed through – that I’ll be back here with more senseless ramblings because doing so used to keep me sane. But I’m really a bad blogger (no wonder I have no readers haha) because it’s been almost 2 months since I last wrote.

Still, I don’t think it’s time to let go of this space just yet. Not yet. I still have many things to write about and share, and life is really, really great, and not talking (or writing) about it would not be true to who I am.

So on Mondays, I will write. Most people hate Mondays, but not me. I love Mondays because I start my “work week” unwinding and preparing for the battle ahead. I spend a lot of Mondays alone, too, which I really appreciate because I’m such a homebody/loner. What’s a more perfect time to write than when you’re alone, right?

Today is also the first Monday of August. We’re already more than halfway through 2014 and just 4 months away from Christmas. My, how time flies. I still have a lot of things I want to accomplish for 2014, and maybe documenting any semblance of progress – whether in my spiritual walk with the Lord, or my bid to get thinner and fitter – can help me make the most of what’s left of the year.

I hope this plan to write on Mondays works out for me. Instead of counting down (and dreading) the last few hours of my day-off, I’d rather write about the promise of a new week, and the blessing of being in a job I love and truly care about.

For starters, I’m going running later at 3 pm and cooking dinner for my brother when I get back (just putting it out there so I don’t back out). I’m meeting Jom also later tonight for some catching up, since it’s been months since we last saw each other.

I’m really excited about this week/month. I signed up for an online journalism course which I hope will help me a lot in my work. I also FINALLY, FINALLY filed that long-overdue vacation leave, so I’m in the process of planning my week-long sabbatical. I’m thinking Baguio or Tagaytay. Baguio in this weather sounds more tempting, though, if only because Tagaytay is too familiar to me now. I want to go somewhere new and somewhere far.

Now I’m off to watch one more Corner with Love episode before I run. Bye <3