There’s a line from a song in play I once was part of that says,

“When God closes a door, He opens a window.”

But what do you do if He opens not just one, but many? How do you make the right decision? How can you tell its the right one?

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The reason why I haven’t been updating for the past few days? I’m not really sure. This must be the longest time I’ve gone incognito on blogging. But I do have time to upload Elise’s new pictures at my multiply site.

Or maybe its because a lot has been going on in my personal life that’s really too embarrassing to write about. I know my Christmas ain’t going to be as merry but I’m still trying to make the most out of life and be grateful for what I have.

An easy but lonely life or a hard but happy life? Just curious, let me know your thoughts please.

One of the few things I do to cope with depression is to shower tons of attention to Elise. This time, camwhoring seems like a pretty fun thing to do. And it was. Check out the little girl’s latest photos.

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Can I beg for prayers, just this one time? I would like to ask anyone who comes across this little site to please pray for me. Its one of those days when you wish you could just escape from problems and be free from worries. But we all know we can’t, right?

Thank you in advance.

My mantra for today: “That don’t kill me, can only make me stronger.” Thanks, Kanye West.

I usually have these weird pseudo-depression episodes when I’m about to have my period. Blame it on the hormones, I say.

I remember this one time, back in college, when I had blueberry cheesecake binges. I had to eat at least a slice a day because if I don’t, I would usually feel so sorry for myself that would I mope and cry. Then I saw that rubbing alcohol commercial where a kid told her grandma: “this time, I’ll take care of you”. Also that Karen-Lolo fastfood commercial had the same effect on me, I cried buckets, no kidding. OA, diba? But it does happen, and I’m not exaggerating.

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They say that being a mother is the ultimate celebration of one’s womanhood and I definitely agree. I’ve always dreamt that having children and taking care of them is a career that I would happily indulge myself into. I was always warned that it’s no easy task, a task something so gargantuan that it causes some women depression and some looked like they’ve aged 5 or 10 years after they’ve raised some of their own.

After a month and a day of waiting for Elise to come home, I said to myself, God was giving me time to anticipate and be excited to spend time with my daughter. That I should be ready for the big task ahead of me. I thought I was ready, but I’m dead wrong.

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