Passionately Valerie

Lumaban, bumangon ang sa aki'y hamon Sa pusong nalulumbay sing lungkot ng dapit- hapon Kinabukasa'y hinahatak ng malungkot na kahapon Parang katig sa dagat na tangay ng malakas na alon Babaeng nakapiring hawak ang timbangan Sa aking mga mata'y sinisintang paraluman Malyete at bloke ng hukom kataas-taasan. Mapapansin kaya tong pagsintang-tangan tangan? Baka ito ang totoong kapalaran? Baka hindi sadyang bagay sa hukuman. Ay! Isipan ay pagod ng husgahan Sarili hindi tiyak, nag-aalinlangan. -VMMCC April 30, 2020

Mundo'y may digmaang bagong kinakaharap Hindi dama, di kita ng matang kumukurap Kaya nitong kilitin ang buhay sa isang iglap Tila ang pag-asa ay singlayo ng mga alapaap Ito'y koronang hindi mo nais mahawakan Sapagkat maaring kaakibat nitoy kamatayan Sino ang sasagip sa ating sambayanan? Sa dagok na itong nasa ating harapan Ang daming taong nagdudunong-dunungan Matitigas na ulo, panay ang alitan Tatlumpung araw, ano ba ang hahantungan? Nitong koronang sa likuran ng bawat Pilipino ay pasan. Sa digmaang ito may mga buhay na nabuwis Mga frontliners, nag-alay ng dugo't pawis Nagdulot sa pamilya, sa sambayanan ng luha at hapis. Salamat frontliner! Sa alay niyong buhay ng may tapang at bangis. -vmmcc 03 24 20

I have discovered my passion for painting back in 2015. I tried learning about the history of paintings and visited art galleries here in the Philippines and abroad. Last December, my fellow mom friend Daphnie tapped me to paint on some of her handmade canvas bags. And from then on started experimenting on various mediums such as leather, synthetic leather and cloth materials. Here are some of the works I have painted by far. In time I hope to open in to the public and let art enthusiast from all walks of life enjoy a piece of art in their bags.

Sa sinapupunan ko'y siyam na buwan inakay Pusod ng isa't isa ay magkaugnay Sa lahat ng bagay tayo'y magkasabay Iisa at magkarugtong sa lahat ng bagay Paglabas sa sinapupunan ika'y yakap Pakiramdam ay ganda at ubod ng sarap Napapawi lahat ng dinanas na hirap Sapagkat ang anghel mong mukha ang kaharap Mama, mommy, nanay o inay Ako'y lagi nariyang upang gumabay Mula pagkamusmos hanggang magkamalay Buong buhay ko sa iyo anak aking handang ialay. Written by: Vmmcc Jan 01, 2019

Pagdating sa dulo ay bagong simula Ang nakalipas na taon ay nagpaalam na. Pighati ng nakaraan ay nalampasan mo na Pag-asang hatid ay nariyan na Ningas Kugon ay huwag tayong maging Puno lamang ng pangako habang nasa piging Baguhin ang mali at ang buluktot ay ituwid Kapayapaan at kaligayahan sa kapwa'y ipabatid Aking hiling sa bagong taon Ang naghihirap ay makaahon Ang lugmok ay muling makabangon Ang nakikitil ay makakawala sa kahon Ano mang minimithi ng iyong puso Makamtan mo nawa ng buong buo Ano mang pangarap ay abot kamay mo Maniwalang ang bagong taon ay para sa iyo. By: Vmmcc Dec. 31, 2018

Sa masalimuot na paglalakbay  Nitong ating buhay Lahat ay nakahandang ialay Para sa inaasam na tagumpay Lasapin ang liwanag at sikat ng araw Upang mapawi ang pusong uhaw Sa bawat ilog, paa'y magtampisaw Sa mapuputing ulap ay makipag-ulayaw Sa dakong paroon at parito Saan nga ba tayo patungo? Daang sanga-sanga at paliko-liko Sadyang nakakalito at nakakaliyo Pagdating ng takip-silim At sa paglalim ng dilim Mga paang naglalakbay ay mapapagod din Dalangin sa may Kapal manalig na didinggin Kapayapaan sa puso'y siya ring mananaig Pagkatapos lakbayin ang mga sulok ng daigdig Magwawakas din ang malayong pagliligalig Sa Diyos at pamilya'y laan ang wagas na pag-ibig Written by: Vmmcc December 26, 2018

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 fiancé 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 as...

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

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 year...

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...

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: Valeri...

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 ...

1. Seek first the kingdom of God and the rest shall be added unto you. 2. Jesus saves. 3. Let go, let God. Don't focus on the problem, focus on the Problem Solver. 4. Prayer changes the atmosphere. 5. Each day is a new beginning. 6. Anything is possible, when u believe, this sounds cliche but it really works. Just believe. 7. In order to give love, you must first love yourself, then you can give love and also receive love. 8. Distance makes the heart grow fonder not farther. 9. Forgive then forget. Even if you cannot forget, forgive still because eventually you will forget. 10. We are responsible for our own happiness. 11. An act of kindness goes a long way. Be generous with it. 12. Sometimes it's better to be understanding than to be right. Be a peace keeper, prove your point if you must but never lose respect. 13. It is ok to say no. It is also ok to say yes. It is also ok to say that you are not sure. 14. The point is mean what you say. 15. I am an introvert (i actual...

Now and again in life you need to let go Even of yourself, your own enemy To realize that no make pretend can cure An unspoken pain You can lie to the person beside you Or to the rest of the world But you cannot lie to yourself, to God, He knows chambers of your heart Truth sets you free Unveil the face behind the mask Let the pain consume you to ashes To be the groundwork of a new you When such aching is released Oh what a great reprieve for the soul Healing, restoration is on the way Giving way to a better day [1] Phoenix is a magical bird in ancient stories that lives for 500 years, burned itself to ashes on pyre, and rose alive from the ashes to live another period;also a person or thing likened to the phoenix.

  In the vast ocean of negative publicity about humanity, a story of random kindness is like a precious jewel found in the bottom of the ocean. In my case last May 22 Thursday, I was able to discover not just one jewel of kindness but so much more. I believe that the kindness that was shared to me by these people deserve to be known. Like one of my former professor in law school once said, a kind word can go a long way.     I am but an ordinary person, a commuter in any way you can imagine, and yes though I have experience losing things but to have an actual encounter with a snatcher is perhaps one of the most traumatic experiences. Last May 22 my wallet was taken from me on the middle of the road at five in the afternoon. Many people witnessed but perhaps due to fear nobody can really come to aid. The snatcher upon wrapping his right arm on my neck by his left hand grabbed my wallet stared at me then cursed and cursed saying that he will kill me shoul...