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Olongapo City/ Subic/ Quezon City/Alabang, Central Luzon/ NCR, Philippines
I am a BA/ MA History graduate from the University of the Philippines, Diliman. Presently enrolled at San Beda Alabang-School of Law. I was a full-time faculty from Miriam College High school and currently a professor of History at San Beda Alabang. Advocate for the environment and co-convener of Share The Road Movement in Metro Manila. I am an optimist, I believe in the goodness of every person and of every thing. Very passionate, sensitive but strong willed. Love the color pink in all shades. Love to write, to paint, to take pictures, to laugh and most of all I love to love! Cest' La Vie!

Friday, August 26, 2016

A WALK TO REMEMBER: MAY FOREVER.

Ever since I was a little girl, the walk down the aisle is something that I have imagined over and over again, the kind of gown that I will be wearing, the candles on the aisle and most of all, that moment when you and your fiancĂ© will look at each other and say to yourself, silently, this is no longer just a dream, “this is for real.”

San Roque Parish, SBMA

by Happy Hailey Events




by Hapy Hailey Events


Since my dad is already in heaven my two handsome uncles; Tiong Coy and Tiong Romy were the ones who walked me to the church door.

My Uncles, Uncle Romy and Uncle Cocoy

Truth be told, my walk down the aisle is less than perfection, it was actually comedic.
It reminds me of the wedding of Charlotte and Harry from the HBO series, Sex and the City. My veil was sliding on and off my head, my train caught fire from one of the candles and because I didn’t practice with the gown, I almost tripped several times. Some of our guests from the back started assisting me on the carpet some whom I can recall were Ate Yolly, Ate Joy, Auntie Mel, Auntie Beng and Tita Tina one of my ninangs. It was hilarious.










To all the people who helped me with my walk thank you very much. If only I can enumerate everyone, my sincere thank you to all.
My Mom somewhere in the middle of the aisle walked me to Patrick, Patrick gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and so did I to Tita Susan.


The moment I held on Patrick’s hand upon reaching the altar, I told myself finally. It was a relief.
The challenge I experienced on my way to the aisle reminded of the very rocky and challenging path Patrick and I took before we got married.




After 8 years of being together, we broke up for a period of 4 years. It is a long time, long enough to change a person. I had a relationship and he too were involved with another girl. The gap in between, almost completely severed our ties.

But somehow, faith brought us back together again. Destiny has a way of unfolding you can’t really escape it, there is a so called invisible hand. I must give it to Patrick, Patrick never gave up on love. I guess when a man is decided about something they are stern about it. Getting back together is like coming home, suddenly there is peace in my life; like something was right. It was a very Patrick and Valerie kind of moment just like One More Chance of Popoy and Basha. 

In between our ceremony, I kept thinking what other people thought, could they be laughing, I was conscious until Msgr. Crisostomo Cacho, our presiding priest said, in Filipino “Nang maglakad si Valerie marami ang mga tumulong sa kanya, ibig sabihin marami silang magiging katuwang sa kanilang buhay mag-asawa. Marami ang tutulong sa inyong pagsasama.” (When Valerie walked down the aisle, many helped here, it only means that many people will assist then in their married life. A lot of people will support you in your union.)



It touched my heart. I was suddenly reminded of the beautiful occasion that gathered not just Patrick and I but the people who were with us to witness our wedding.
Instead of focusing on my less than perfect walk, I was reminded that relationships including marriage is not meant to be perfect. It is meant to be real, with challenges, with obstacles and the victories that come after conquering each challenge and obstacle together. Perhaps there was a reason why we had to be apart so that when we find each other again we already knew how it was not being together. We knew ourselves better. Lessons were learned.

After everything we have been through, I can say that, “mayroon forever,” (there is forever). In marriage you must believe that there is and forever does not happen without effort from both parties, it is forever until death do us part.






And in our case, it is only the beginning of that forever. Overwhelming as it may be but we have a solid foundation not based on people but a promise to God, the creator of forever, THE ONE WHOSE TIME IS ETERNAL; and if God is with you both, who can be against you?

Photo credit: DAYLITE STUDIO, Olongapo City


Saturday, November 21, 2015

YOUR LOVE

YOUR LOVE SETS ME FREE
THE ONE THAT GIVES ME CLARITY
THE ONE THAT KEEPS ME FROM CRUMBLING
THE ONE THAT GIVES ME HAPPINESS AND DELIGHT

THIS ENCHANTING FEELING
IS THE ONE THAT KEEPS ME SMILING
THE ONE THAT RESTORED MY WRECKED HEART
THE ONE THAT GIVES ME HOPE TO START

YOU ARE THE MOTIVATION
THE ONE THAT TAUGHT ME A LESSON
THE ONE THAT GAVE MY LIFE RHYTHM
THE ONE THAT GAVE ME AN INSPIRATION

I AM GRATEFUL THAT I FOUND YOU
IT HAS TAUGHT ME THAT LIFE CAN BE WITH HUE
YOU TURNED MY SKIES INTO LIGHT BLUE
ONCE AGAIN I THANK YOU

AND NOW I YEARN TO MOVE ON
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LESSONS
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY MOTIVATION
ALL I CAN SAY IS THANK YOU, UNTIL OUR NEXT SALUTATION

VMMC

Sunday, November 15, 2015

TO WALK AWAY

I have hold on to us for far too long
Believed in us even when it was wrong
Played your voice in my head like a song
But now I need to walk away from you and be strong

Eight years you and I were
The past three years were nothing but a blur
I believed in you but the image wasn't real
For behind that man was a sharp edged teal

You hacked my chest wide open
The solid foundation we thought we had was broken
All the goodness and sweetness can now be forgotten
In the midst of sorrow I feel so rotten

It has consumed my strength to get this courage
To break this wall, to break free from my cage
A love is love, but so is hurt is hurt
To be strong is to be strong, to choose to not hurt anymore

So I release you in the wind, to be blown away from me
In the sea where the shore takes you away from me
A moth I once was lured by your flame
But I must be strong to turn back from shame

Goodbye first love, you truly were my first
At times I shall miss you, my heart will yearn
But now I am 29, I need to be my age
Without a man shall I be, but I am the real me.

VMMC
Oct 2015

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

VOICES

A silent voice murmuring, “Try once more”
But an overwhelming fear yells out, “no more”
Persuading, encouraging, “push a little more” said the voice
But discouragement argues, “you are pushing against the wall”

The voice then again said, “there is always another chance”
But disappointment screams, “it’ll happen again”
Persistently, insistently, from the voice “each day is a new beginning”
But ego and pride disputes, “It is always the same”

The voice a bit more loudly said, “I am with you”
And loneliness responded, “you are left behind”
Lovingly and tenderly, the voice said “You are not alone”
But cynicism argued, “You are on your own”

That final statement reminded me… of my real identity
Victorious I am made by my Father in Heaven
The Blood of Christ poured out for me
Among the voices, I heard clearly the Authority

To try once more, push a little more,
There is always another chance, each day is a new beginning
I am with you, You are not alone
“God is with me, on this battle, He will guide me to destiny. 


Written and created by: Valerie May M. Cruz
July 30, 2015





Beyond the Borders

At night I lie awake tossing and turning
In the day I escape to daydreaming
Wandering thoughts come away fleeting
Beyond the borders do you think of me?

In the morning, a cup of coffee, sipping, savouring
At night a cup of tea, soothing and relaxing
But my spirit is restless, marveling, travelling
Beyond the borders do I cross your mind?

The music is playing, I find myself swaying and humming
Conversations are light, I find myself talking and laughing
But I am hearing nothing, my ears reaching out a far
Beyond the borders do you do you feel my heart?

Reading, phrasing beautiful words rhyming
Writing, engraving, strings of lyrics on my page
But my mind is like a clean white leaf, blank, empty
Beyond the borders, Am I included in your list?

There you maybe, on a faraway place
Under the orange and blue sky of misty haze
Elsewhere you may be beyond the blue ocean lace
But beyond the borders and back, in my heart you have a place.


Written and Created by: Valerie May M. Cruz
July 30, 2015

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Discovering Painting

Somewhere in time before life became more serious, writing poetry and painting were my hobbies as a child. There is something about these two mediums that are so liberating, no censorship, no offense, simply art.


To quote Pablo Picasso, "every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up." Somewhere in the process of growing up, some passions need to be set aside to give way to the roles we need to perform as members of the society. In my case that is to be a law student and a professor.
Poetry allows you to express yourself through strings of words, whether it makes sense or not for others, you get to release every bit of emotions and suppressed thoughts into a lyric of words. After which it creates its own life and immortalized in its form, what was once part of you is released and there is a sense of joy that you produced something. Like a child which is a product of both your mind and soul.


Now in my late twenties I have a rekindled a love affair with painting.


I don't have a professional background other than my art history classes taken up in college but there is something in painting that I find just as liberating in poetry. You get to express yourself through colors and lines and pigments of your own choice.


Thanks to some of the greatest forefathers of Modern Painting such as Pablo Picasso and Roberto Dali, artists and people who have passion in the arts may now express their arts without any restriction and inhibition.


To quote Salvador Dali, "Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it." And this is exactly what I yearn to pursue in painting joy even in time of imperfection. The broken lines and the all pigments in painting need not be perfect but it is the whole painting the whole process that makes it beautiful.


As member of the academe, I am very grateful because as a teacher I still get to study things I want to learn about whether inside or outside the classroom.


Since it is summer time, I employ myself as my own teacher, hoping to harness in me some skills in painting. I don't intend to be a professional painter but I do want to have a re-birth as an artist, someone who has a passion for painting not because I get something from it but because it produces something in me, a wonderful thing that I get to share with the world and with the people I care about.


Below are some of my favorite humble works so far. A product of my imagination inspired by other artists of which I am trying to learn about.

THE LADY WITH THE DRINK
Red White & Gold Series

DANCING GATSBY
Red White & Gold Series

SMOKE
Red White & Gold Series

Three Flowers
Water Color Painting

Three Faces
Influenced by Picasso and Dali

THE OPERA HOUSE
Red White & Gold Series

Inspired by Picasso's Blue Nude in 1902

LADY CONTEMPLATING
Drawing using charcoal
Inspired by artworks from Etsy
Trying to apply Matisse's style in nude drawings