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My last post was over a month ago! I'm disappointed in myself, but I remember getting sick and then getting busy and forgetting about this little side project right after I'd invited most of my Facebook friends to like my blog's Facebook page! Tsk, tsk.

But now I'm back. I've also (yet again) tweaked my blog's layout and restored the minimalist look I like. I'm quite pleased with the simple look. Maybe it'll inspire me to keep blogging.

Guess who's now a member of Singles for Christ?

I have other news to share: I've just become a member of Singles for Christ, after completing a 12-week Christian Life Program. You could say I'm rediscovering my Catholic faith. To be honest, it's a rather bumpy journey, but, at the same time, it also feels like a long trip to a familiar place. Still, most of the time, I don't know what I've gotten myself into. But I think it's worth a try.

Tomorrow, I'm heading off to Subic with other SFC members to attend my first MMC (Metro Manila Conference). It'll be a two-day affair, and I really have no idea what's going to happen, except that I'm attending a workshop called "Shakespeare in Love" and it's about writing to share God's love. At the very least, it's a nice break from my usual life. And I'm up for anything.

I'll try to update from Subic, if I can.

CLP graduation day on July 12, 2013. I'm with one of my best friends,
Emily, who's an active member of SFC.


  1. Congrats, sis! SFC here from WestB2B chapter in Cubao! Welcome to the family! the MMC experience was great. How about yours? :)

  2. Hello! Thanks. It was overwhelming in so many ways! But I enjoyed it. I'm glad I went.


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