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Who Am I

Restlessness.  This isn’t an entirely new feeling.  All through my life there have been moments when I’ve wondered “who am I”, when I’ve questioned the value of living, when I’ve felt a little lost.  The irony is that it is in these moments that I’ve felt closest to the Lord.

Earlier this evening, we began talking about a dear friend who passed away a few years ago.  In my restlessness, I remember him and the afternoons we spent talking about life and what we could all do to make a difference.  I was forever listless in college.  There was something that seemed missing in my life, I rushed from one activity to the other in a frenzied attempt to find meaning in my existence.  I always envied him the sense of peace he had about life.  He  lived exuberantly but with a simple grace that drew people in.  Whenever we talked, I felt renewed..somehow, I knew I had a lot to offer the world and that one day, I would find myself, become the person I was meant to be.

His greatest legacy to me was an mp3 track of a song he sent me through ym.  It has since become my battle cry.  Whenever I feel lost, I listen to this song and am comforted.  No matter what, the Lord loves me.  I trust in His plans for me.  With him, there is nothing I should fear.

“Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done,
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still You hear me when I’m calling,
Lord, You catch me when I’m falling.
And You’ve told me who I am,
I am Yours.

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again?
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I am,
But because of what You’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done,
But because of who You are


I am Yours.

I am Yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
‘Cause I am Yours,
I am Yours.”

“Who Am I” by Casting Crows

Of Law and Men

“Our government… teaches the whole people by its example.  If the government becomes the lawbreaker, it breeds contempt for law; it invites every man to become a law unto himself; it invites anarchy.”  ~Louis Dembitz Brandeis

I do not wish to speak about my views on the impeachment of our country’s CJ.  I would like to keep my opinion of the matter to myself.  I am one of those who hope that we will emerge a better nation once this hullabaloo is over.  After all, long after the personalities who make up this impeachment are gone, it is our generation that will reap what has been sown today.  So my prayer is that justice will prevail and that our country finally find the gumption to pick itself up and get itself out of the rut it is in.

In the meantime, I go to court to make my first official appearance for the year.  After a two year respite, I am appearing before the court again.  I pray for guidance.  This was my childhood dream, not to become a private practitioner (which I did for about 4 years) but to “help the defenseless”.  I pray for the courage and the wisdom to accomplish what I have set out to do.  Please make me your instrument Lord. Amen.

There’s a Vafalu For You And For Me

Indeed, life is full of surprises.  When I decided to move back to my hometown in late 2009, I didn’t have any future plans.  All I knew was that Makati life  no longer appealed to me.  I wanted to come home, to build a real life.  I had had enough of the rat race, of  chasing after deadlines, of  living on fast forward.

Of course, as in anything in life, the reality of  living back home did not meet the fantasies I had of Bacolod life.  The adjustment was tough in the beginning.  My bf (now hubby) still lived an hour’s ferry ride away, and I no longer had my RBG family to hang out with.  Eventually, things fell into place.  I rediscovered old friendships and nurtured new ones.

On December 28, 2010, hubby and I embarked on our greatest adventure yet.  A year later, we have now teamed up with good friends, Luisa and Fay to begin our adventure with Vafalu Design.  What was once just a dream is now a reality.  Welcome Vafalu.

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Little Miss Scholastican-St. Scholastica's Academy-Bacolod

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Special thanks to Nichola Mapa and Mimin Parreno for this fun shoot.  It’s early days yet.  During this “soft” season in Vafalu’s life, we’ve decided to focus on Kolasa shirts for the upcoming St. Scholastica’s Academy Alumni Homecoming slated on February 11, 2012.  Cheers to more creative years with Vafalu.

On the Brink of Things

This is what I have always wanted. I am on the brink of a dream.  I acknowledge that just thinking about next week brings about  a fluttering of butterflies in my tummy.  However, as in anything in life, it is the moments where you risk the most, that you also have the most to gain.

Mark Twain’s reflection on life and going beyond your comfort zone made over a hundred years ago remains true.  “Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.  So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore. Dream. Discover.”

I pray for guidance.  I pray for the discipline to follow through this time around.  I pray for the courage to believe in myself.  I pray Lord, that You work through me.  Let me be your instrument. Amen.


Hubby’s first triathlon,  Vafalu Design’s first outing, Vafalu’s first model pictorial….Indeed, it was a weekend of firsts.

On an crisp Saturday morning, we traipsed to the San Francisco Lake Resort in Alangilan with our wares (the cutest tees in the world! Haha.).  Hubby had decided to join the triathlon despite a 3 week bout with the flu.   I was a little concerned but knew that he would be undeterred.  After all, he was a non-swimmer who would dare swim 300 m across an ice cold lake because he felt he was ready for a triathlon.  I knew his mind was made up and even envied him the determination to see things through.

I had bought a mountain bike 6 months ago and up to this day I have not gotten beyond Ledesco Village in Iloilo.  That’s pretty pathetic progress.   Six months after telling hubby: “let’s do a triathlon”, I still haven’t made the necessary changes.  Instead of over-analyzing the list of to dos I had yet to accomplish, I decide to focus on what I’m good at.  I bring people ideas and then I’m a very good supporter, cheerleader, and encourager…


My Hubby, the Triathlete

So last Saturday, I appointed myself cheerleader and cheered loudly whenever I got glimpses of hubby passing through in his bike and later during the run.

Joy of joys, not only did hubby finish the race (as I knew he would), he placed third too.   That and the tale of his being given a handicap is another story. =D  Suffice it to say that it was another hectic but colorful weekend.

“Thank you Lord for a husband who’s willing to try new things, for a family who supports my harebrained ideas, for friends who love to dream with me.”


We are reunited again.  After five months, our family is complete.  There is a gaiety in my step, a sparkle in my eyes, a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart.  I look forward to the days ahead.  I know it won’t always be easy but I trust in the Lord’s wisdom and the strength of love and family.

Indeed, this is the year of beginnings.  I love life for its ever changing seasons, seasons of loss, seasons of pain, seasons of bliss, seasons of laughter.  I love life for the tomorrows it brings.  I may not get it right today, but I will get it right someday.  All that is necessary is that I try, that I live everyday doing my best.

I thank the Lord for this new beginning.  I pray for hubby and my family, may we help each other live out the purpose for which He put us on this Earth.  Make us Your instruments Lord. Amen.