Happiness is a choice you make.

beautifulWhat is happiness to you? What makes you happy? What gives you the sense of contentment? I also asked myself the same questions, What can make me truly and deeply happy? What is it that makes me happy? Money? Success? Accomplishment? I am still in my quest to finding what is happiness. I want to pursue my dreams and give my daughter the life that she deserves. This is certainly something that I want. Something that every single mothers want. I want to fulfill my dreams, to be successful in my chosen field and be able to provide for my daughter and live comfortably. Who wants to live in discomfort anyway? Then I learned that happiness for me is getting the things I want, happiness for me is being successful, happiness for me is fulfilling my dreams, happiness for me is living in comfort. Is this the kind of life that I want? Is this my purpose in life?

Writer Leo Rosten wrote, “The purpose of life is not to be happy, but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to make a difference in this world.” I have also asked myself several times, especially when I visit a wake in the neighborhood, would my disappearance leave the world poorer or just less crowded? Now my view of happiness has changed. To be happy means to live a meaningful life.

Now another important question we need to answer, How to live a meaningful life?

This is my guide but you can also try this.


Yes, I am a baby born again Christian and still growing and still a work in progress. But I am gearing towards having a mature and personal relationship with God. Because having a personal relationship with Him can free us from the anxiety of meaningless existence. Today I am reminded “That in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to God’s purpose.”

We are all humans, imperfect, flawed, sinful, selfish…Yet having a relationship with God will draw us out of our preoccupation with our own interests and will enable us to minister to the needs of others.


Make it a practice. Get two sheets of paper. On one paper write your fears, doubts, worries, problems. On the other sheet write all the things you are grateful for. And then check the result. I’ve tried it and I was surprised with the result. Be faithful to those little things God gave you so you can be trusted with bigger things.


Live.Love.Laugh. If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. Just simply clap your hands. Every single thing we have can be taken away from us. Money? can be robbed. Success? can disappear. Our friends? Our family? The people around us? They are not ours. One thing that we can keep is our attitude towards any given circumstance. So while reading this, YOU CLAP YOUR HANDS! BE HAPPY!


oh!These flowers are burst of sunshine! It makes me happy!


Bitterness, grudges can suffocate us. I am human. I still have forgiveness issues and I am working on it, working very hard.

Another reminder today, “For in the same way you judge others, Christ said, You will be judged.” Matthew 7:2.

And it’s definitely hard when the one thing that you can’t forgive is yourself.


I know loving involves risk. But what’s worse is not taking risk at all.


Maria and I started our Sunday School last Sunday and it was a success and it is a very fulfilling feeling to be able to help others.



It’s very simple. When life hands you a lemon, make a lemonade. I am sure that there are a whole lot of people out there who experienced misfortunes more than you do. So just be thankful, be happy, be optimistic. Transform obstacles into opportunities.

Life is beautiful. And how to make it more beautiful is to live a meaningful life.

Now tell me what is your criteria of happiness?


I have just been told by my parents not to always call my kids for I might disturb them! Wow! I am speechless! I only get in touch with my kids once in two weeks!

How could a mother like me who is oceans apart from her kids be deprived of such activity! It was like I’ve been killed by a dozen stray bullets and I’m still alive! I can’t take that I will be prohibited from talking to my very own children! I am so angry! I want to scream! Aaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!!!!

But wait! There’s another option I might take. They are my parents, that’s a fact. No argument about it. But then, I can choose to make a decision which I think is right because I am also a parent. Okay! So I am not promoting disobedience here! What I am saying is that even if they are my parents, they can be flawed sometimes because they are human beings too. Everyone is not exempted in making mistakes, in doing not the smartest things. They’ve never been away from their kids in such a distance like in our case. They never did! They didn’t understand.  I don’t intend to disturb my kids. I only want to say “hi” and from there if they’re really doing something I can put down the phone. My intention is not to distract my kids by any means. What I would only want to happen is to show my kids I am always around for them, not disturb them. A mother will never intend to do that.

Maintaining a good communication with my kids will never disturb my kids. I hope I’m right but mother’s instinct tells me I’m right so I’m right to that. Oh God! You are giving me wisdom to do actions which are sane and proper. So I decided to instead argue with my parents on this matter, just keep quiet and wait for my kids might be available for me to talk anytime later. In this case, I have made an option healthier for me as a person where there’s less stress and I didn’t sweat myself in trying to win on this issue. All the glory is yours Lord! Thank you! Patience + respect + consideration + self-control + anger management + forgiveness = REALIZATION! 🙂

M&M’s Sunday School

sundayMagic and Maria’s New Adventure. A free Sunday School for those children living nearby R. Sacedon St. Poblacion Hagonoy Davao del Sur.

Maria Corazon is teaching part time at one of the Universities in Davao del Sur. And I am an entrepreneur with so many things going on my brain. I work 4hours part time doing stuff on the Internet, I work full time as Reliv Distributor/Provincial Leader going to Pharmacies in Mindanao areas.


We both are mothers. We both are conversationalists. And now we both are TEACHERS. We will be teaching this new generation. We will teach with the big J. Teaching with Joy and with Jesus. See you this Sunday!



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A father needs love too

1146500_566695353366745_755417987_nI regarded myself as a Born again Christian yet I don’t live like real Christians do. I don’t do my quiet time as often as everyday. I still cuss and curse. I still disrespect other people. I still gossip. I simply don’t practice what I preach. The past two Tuesdays have been so difficult for me especially that I was with a group of wonderful people with so much wisdom to share and it felt like I am a mediocre Christian. Yet, today the Lord touches my heart and said “Hey Little girl, no matter what you do, you are my daughter.”

Yes…I am trembling inside while typing my thoughts away. Because today I realized how much love I receive everyday yet neglect to reciprocate. Not that I am compelled to do it but to me I feel like I have the responsibility to share love, to love someone unconditionally. My constant prayer request is, for my father to receive Jesus, for my father to find his worth, for my father to become more fatherly to us, for my father’s transformation. I haven’t even accepted him as my father, I haven’t even showed love, I haven’t even respected him. Oh! What a lowly Christian am I? Lord, forgive me. Forgive me father that I shun these things I thought were simple and cause my father to shy away from everything. Lord, teach my heart to love without conditions, teach my heart to care unfailingly. Lord, that these words will not be just words but this shall be put into action. Honestly? When was the last time I gave my father a hug? 8 years ago on my graduation day? I did not think that my father also went through a whole lot and did not even receive encouragement from us. He probably is not a difficult father after all. Sigh!

Breathe Breathe Breathe!

I need to breathe deeply and inhale and exhale with gratitude…I still have the chance to make amends. Tomorrow means chance. Something to look forward to. Lord, just continue to guide me.


My Purpose Driven Life


It was a miracle that I gave birth to two lovely children. My life even is a wonder of it’s own. At age 6, I was diagnosed to have a rare kind of a tumor that grew in my brain. I survived of course, oohhlalaa! Hahaha! As I said, it was indeed a miracle that I am still alive and kicking, eager to eat as many bowls of tokwa at lugaw at my favorite rice porridge store in a nearby city.

It’s been 20 years since my struggle with tumor and it’s been really a long time ago. I couldn’t even remember how it had been to feel the pain every time my head ached and with the help of pain relievers such as Nalbuphine, etc., I would wake up to expect another attack after a few hours. Neither do I remember the feeling of being totally paralyzed incapable of walking or writing or running and jumping.

Well, let’s take a fast forward now and talk about my life at present. I have two beautiful kids with my partner. I’m sorry though because due to some reasons we couldn’t get married by the grace of God though we wanted to. Our first born was a beautiful, curly brunette-haired girl by the name of Corinne. My better half wanted to have that for a feminine name since I am Corazon. She is a fighter too like me. She was born with a hernia in the diaphragm which caused her to undergo surgery at age 2 days to rearrange those scrambled internal organs. So all in all, we’re two in the family who sing Destiny’s Child’s “I’m a survivor!”. She is 6 years old now and about to get into second grade in September.

Only a year after giving birth to her, we had another one. Another chaotic individual who would do everything she could to get the attention of her father. Her name is Maureen. It was taken from the Irish form of Maria, my first name. She looks so different though from our first child. Her hair is jet black and straight. She has a darker complexion too than the other one so if you see them at first, they’re really not like sisters. They would often be mistaken as only  playmates or neighbors but they’re sisters.

You see? I have a 6-year old child and a 5-year old child. Do you think that is too much for a household to bear? They are restless, active, adventure-seeker, jar-breaker, trouble-maker individuals who make our days bright and complete.

These two kids, I gave birth, through normal delivery. There was no need of a thousand-peso worth of Cesarean Section for me. I give birth only in a 24-hour span of time. I am a master of giving birth! Nah, just kidding! But then, if you reflect on it, I am capable of giving birth, of giving life to another individual, two for this matter without being induced. I could even remember before how scared my family was when I had my first delivery fearing I would have hormonal changes after the labor and have the cancer again. But I simply didn’t. I simply survived and reproduced another two with the scientific name of Homo sapiens. Thanks to my handsome sperm donor! Peace to that Dad!

However, these two kids are no longer with me now. They are with their father. They are living in a continent known to man as North America. In the Big Apple. In the city that never sleeps. In New York, New York, miles and miles away from me. And I miss them. I miss those mornings when I wake up beside them smelling their morning breaths (ehw!) and days when I needed to fetch them from school looking so gross like nobody ever took care of them. Those afternoons when after work they would welcome me home by the cheer of “Nanay! Nanay! Nanay!” as they lovingly call me. I miss everything about them because now, everything in our lives changed. As evident to that, our kids never speak the Visayan dialect anymore.

I couldn’t be a visible mother to them any longer now. I am their mother, sure thing, though I’ve never been perfect in my duties being unable to teach them 123 and ABC but I am their mother. Their perfectly imperfect mother who would sacrifice everything for the sake of her children and kudos to me not everyone can do that! This is what probably my life’s purpose is all about. I am a life-giver of two young innocent angels who are now enjoying the luxury of having vacations in Virginia or playing at Central Park and taking swimming lessons in the most premiere Naval Base in the world. So much for a good life, having the best of both worlds, don’t you think?


These children of mine, of ours, they deserve a life, a bright future, a gift from God. I may not be with them today, nor will I be with them tomorrow and still I don’t know when will I be with them but I live by this purpose each day of giving their lives to them. I am a successful individual able to survive this challenge in life until the day we’ll be together again. Another endeavor I am willing to take just like overcoming cancer.