Klarisse Writes

July 12, 2015, officially, one month has passed since my last working day as an HR Officer at a corporate setting. As I was contemplating last night with my life, a lot of thoughts, realizations, and ideas were flowing out of my brain. Then I suddenly remembered this blogsite of mine. I'm neither a writer nor an aspiring writer, I may have lots of grammar lapses, I may not know how to punctuate properly, but given the luxury of time that I have, it would be nice to document these beautiful reflections spilling out of my mind.  Its just that.... I don't know where to start...

December 31... Ingredients for Pinoy Style Kids Spaghetti... checked! Ham... checked! Queso de Bola... checked! Ingredients for Graham Cake... checked... ooops.... not yet complete... I still lacked crushed Grahams. But its okay, its still morning, I have the whole day to buy crushed Grahams, after all, I have a handful of grocery stores near my place. Passed by store 1. No crushed Grahams... Its okay, there are still other stores. My BFF asked me why can't just I use the whole Graham crackers instead. I said I just can't. I won't be able to get the consistency that I wanted to achieve for the crust. It won't taste the same as I want it to be. I just want the cake to be perfect - for those who will be eating it - for people I love.  Passed by store 2. No crushed Grahams... What? Argh. My heart skipped a beat. Dub dub... dub dub... dub dub... I just need to have that crushed Grahams... Passed by store 3. No crushed Grahams... Oh no! Starting to panic!

love tank... only God can fill my love tank... as illustrated to us by the Living Waters Program : imagine water continuously being poured on a cup. the cup gets full and water spills out. the water is a symbol of God's love for us. it is abundant, it never runs dry. the cup is our love tank. God continuously fills up our love tank with His unending love for us. as God's love overflows in our tank, the excess water that spills out, that's the same love we can offer to others. that's the love we give our family, our partner, our friends, our community. but what happens when our love tank gets broken? holes are created. these holes are caused by hurtful events or situations that happened in our life. born out of an unloving family? then a hole is created. was beaten by parents? another hole is created. received verbal abuse? still, another hole. pain after pain after pain after pain means holes... holes... holes... until our love tank becomes dotted with tons of sm

A month ago, I applied for a job post at a company that I wanted so much. I did my best - updated myself with the current issues and trends about the position I was applying for, dressed up properly (and accordingly), made sure that my makeup complemented with the color of my outfit. Despite being prepared and giving my all, the interviewer gave me the most feared phrase any applicant could ever hear: “We will just call you up in a few weeks, if you won’t receive any call from us, it means, we’ve considered someone else for the position.”   My shoulders dropped, and, to lift myself up, I treated myself out for a serving of sundae. While devouring on my ice cream, I was talking to Papa God, and we had a very personal date. I heard Him telling me:   “Nothing just happens; I have bigger plans for you.” In a span of a few minutes, I was able to bounce back. The journey went on. People prayed for me. I could even remember my ministry head, Bro. Albert Zabala, claiming in the name of

April 1: Same date, exactly one year ago... I went out of my comfort zone. I stepped into the grounds of PICC... alone. I entered the Plenary Hall without even knowing any single person. I was surrounded with complete strangers. Silently, I took an empty seat at the farthest back corner slot. This "was" me... shy, dependent on people, lost, hurt, broken. Since I was desperate and had no one to run to (except for a spiritual mentor and friend), I decided to go and follow the suggestion of one of the counselors of the Light of Jesus Community, which was, to attend The Feast. "Okay," I told myself. "Let me give it a shot." Mass... it was ordinary, just the same as the ones I used to go to. Although I was in an airconditioned place and seated comfortably in a cushioned chair, there were just too many people. After the Holy Eucharist, the band started to play upbeat songs. People around me started dancing. I was speechless and too surprised! I was caught of

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