Happy Birthday, Mahal!!

You are my strength when I am weak
The every word when I couldn't speak
You mend my heart when it gets broken
When I lose hope, you bring it back again...

You are my staff when I couldn't walk
You make me stand again
And every time
I would get hurt
You're there to ease the pain...

Though most of the time you're not at home
You always make sure I'm not alone
You never fail to look after me
Although you're a thousand miles away...

For your love is like my guiding light
That gets me through the darkest night
You make the hardest thing look so easy
You're always there helping me find a way...

When I feel sad, you make me smile
You wipe the every falling tear
You make an ordinary day worthwhile
And make hardships easier to bear...

In this world of discord and lies
I always find peace in your eyes
Your words of wisdom uplift my soul
You're there to catch me every time I fall...

You are a great person, you are a great man!
My companion, my great friend, my beloved husband
I thank the Lord in every passing day
So grateful that He gave you to me...

You're the every meaning of my life
My love for you is real
I love you with all of my heart
And you know I always will...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHN!! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL!!

The Missing Piece

(I lovingly dedicate this to the love of my life; my husband, John)

What's with my nickname KC?

I can still vividly recall how that day - ten years ago, changed the entire story of the life I was yet to experience..I was twelve years old back then, barely thirteen, to make it more precise..I was in that one, boring class I had to attend every day, for the rest of my freshman year in high school..Our teacher at the time, (identity withheld) was doing her little lecture when I suddenly thought of something - my name, that why on earth am I called "KC"..Actually, it wasn't an issue to me at all, not until one by one, my friends started asking me why..As you all know by now, my real name's initials are K.A. and my last name starts with 'G' (maiden name)..So, where did that 'C' come from?! I absolutely had no idea!!

When I got home that afternoon from school, with the same thoughts and question tarrying inside my head, I sat and asked my grandmother how I got the nickname, KC..She chortled at my question, her Chinese eyes smiled with her as if teasing me of something I am not aware of, but should at least have an idea about..Sounds mind-boggling, doesn't it?! Believe me, I was more confused at the time than I could have ever be in my entire being..When she seemed not to say anything at all than letting out a ribbing smile, I finally broke the silence that was starting to supplant the whole surrounding..She kind of got the feeling that I won't stop until I find out why, when I asked her, "It's not because of my middle name, is it?" (I was referring to my mother's maiden name which starts with the letter 'C')..I love that last name more than I have loved my real one..There's a long story about that subject..Anyway, thinking about it still didn't make sense to me..Even if I would have loved it if grandma would say, "Yes, it's because of that middle name, you got your nickname, KC", I know it wasn't the right answer I was trying to dig in for..Grandma gently put down the pen she was holding, (she was writing something at the time..I know, I know, it wasn't an appropriate time to bother her, but I was desperate..) She looked at me and said, "Well, I'm not really that sure if it was your mother or your aunt who started calling you KC..But, I think it was your aunt..Because when you were born, at the time, she was a very big Sharon-Gaby fan (yeah, I know they were famous back in those days..) And since Sharon's daughter's name is also KC, she thought naming you the same exact name would vindicate her being an avid fan.." Wow, BOOM!! So, that was it?! That was the prize for my effort in finding out about my name - being named after KC Concepcion!? My gosh, was the only words I uttered at that very moment..My grandma just shrugged her shoulders and continued on what she was doing..I wanted to laugh at it, but I thought, it doesn't sound bad at all so why not just let it be?! It wasn't the kind of answer I was hoping to hear from her, either, but at least I have an answer now that I can give to my friends if in case they would end up asking me about the same thing again..But, was I that ready to really reveal the truth?! Wouldn't I look stupid to them or funny?! What if they'd suddenly think I am just making it up myself to make it sound 'better' to their ears?! Would they buy my story?! I wasn't sure at that moment, but I was in to it..It's totally up to them now if they will believe me or not..Then, I stood up and went to my room..

Since then, I started to love writing down "KC" on any piece of paper I could write on..I was quite happy that at least I have an idea now on where it came from..Or, was I really?! Wasn't that just because somehow, I kind of provendered my curiosity? But, I was enjoying every moment I would write it down using different designs..I wasn't good at doing it (and I don't know if I can ever be), but I've always loved how it looked like in the end..I guess because I was the only one who ever liked my handwriting..Nobody could read it better than I can..Hahaha

KC, KC, KC!! Just two letters, but every time I would write it down, I always got the feeling that there was something missing..Was it because I wasn't the original one who was named KC, that I was like more of an 'imitation'? This fact was not too hard to take in, so I know it wasn't the reason..There was something I felt that I've yet to find out..No matter how hard I've tried to win myself over, I just couldn't let go of the thought that there was indeed a missing piece of it..And I won't stop until I unveil that piece - the piece that was about to complete my life..

Years passed and I got in to college..Some still asked me about where my nickname was derived from..They didn't seem that convinced at all, since they couldn't find a possible, substantial answer to what the letter 'C' stands for..The 'K' obviously stands for Kirsti..Well, that's what most new-found friends love to do - ask you about just any query they could first think of, even including stuff you, yourself have no idea about..Sometimes, it's even through their unexpected and unrelenting questions that you find something out about yourself that you never knew was there all along..Yes, they would sometimes joke at me of someday marrying someone with a last name that starts with a 'C'..I remember them telling me, "Save the 'C' for last.." And there was this time when they even tried to set me up with a guy from our class whose last name was Castillo I think..I totally forgot..I was still in 1st year college that time..But, I was certain his last name starts with letter C..Funny, huh?! But, every time I would recall that moment, I'd still get goose bumps..Why?! Here's why..

Just 4 days before I turned 21 in August of 2006, through my cousin, a guy named John C. came into my life..Of course, it was a different story back then, but who would have thought I'll end up marrying him in the next 15 months?! NO ONE!! Not even in my wildest dream did I ever think that I and him would end up being friends..The moment I heard his name, I was taken aback..It was as if, there was something about what I suddenly felt towards him that wasn't there before..I wasn't sure yet, but every time I would say his name, it has always sounded so beautiful to my ears that there were even times I caught myself smiling at that simple thought..

I never thought I would find the other, better half of me - that what KC really stands for will ever be complete..For 21 years, I never noticed and realized that I'd been traveling in this life alone, that it was just 'K' all along..Now, I'm more than happy to say this out loud, KC is finally complete!! I have now that missing piece I've been searching for half of my life - my husband, John..Not only that I am no longer all by myself in this life's journey, it's also the feeling of assurance that I know I'll never be alone again..

Now, if you'll ask me what 'KC' stands for?! I'll proudly answer you, it stands for KIRSTI C**M****!!

That, I will never ever call a mere coincidence or that it was fate..I am KC now because from the very beginning, I already was destined to be..It was all God's plan..It was all in His hands..He has already designed the pathways of our lives leading to each other..He just made sure we'll cross paths at the right time..

Naming me KC was like buying me a puzzle..Only that, the one they gave me was actually my life's puzzle..I was destined to play it alone first until I finally find the missing piece that soon will help me complete the rest of it..

I am still filling the empty spaces in this puzzle piece by piece, only that now, I am no longer doing it alone..My husband and I are lovingly and happily filling each missing piece in this puzzle we now call, "Our Life", and we'll continue doing it until the very last piece of it is at its proper place..

I'm New to Blogging!!

Hi there!! I just joined in to this blogging mania and still don't know a lot of stuff around here..I created this blog, though I already have one on Multiply, because I want to explore more and be able to write just about anything..I hope I'll improve my writing skill more and learn to compose more effective write-ups..See you around!!