Musings of a Butterfly

As I close my 2020 planner, I had the chance to look back from how I got the planner to how I made use of it. I’m not the planner type of person because I’m not one who’d forget upcoming events or activities. My social anxiety makes me think of planned activities beforehand over and over again. But due to peer pressure and seeing how aesthetic the planner was, I went for it. We started collecting the stickers late but somehow managed to collect enough before the end of the promo. We’d convince our fellow clerks and family members to get coffee or frappe just so we could have stickers. And I really appreciated that sort of “bayanihan” that transpired because those who don’t drink coffee would find ways to help us out by getting a different product that would qualify for a sticker. During that time also, I had extra bonding with my parents over coffee. We even had a double date with the boyfriend once. But as I’ve been saying for the past posts, 2020 has been such a roller coaster ride.

  It was two months ago, while attending mass a voice suddenly told me “pag-lector” (be a lector). My mother, my sister and my sister-in-law are all serving as lectors and I have somehow managed to dodge all of my mother’s invitation to serve as a lector before. For some reasons the idea of being a lector never enamored me until that time in October. November 30, 2020 – was the installation of new lectors. It came at a convenient time for me. And it seemed like I was meant to actually be a lector this time around. And so I heed the call. With the pandemic, most senior lectors and young lectors can’t serve due to their 24-hours curfew so I immediately got a regular Thursday schedule at dawn which was perfect for the vampiric me. And I was given schedules for the Misa de Gallo which I looked forward to. But being a servant of God you’d really be faced with trials here and there. Aside from my stomach tumbling while I wait for my turn and the fear of committing mistakes while reading the

Every once in awhile, a change of view is what we need. And like how I needed a change of scenery, these 4 people brought a breathe of fresh air and relief, and brought vibrant colors through clerkship and would probably be my lifeline throughout life. Aizah, a friend I’d relate to the color yellow. Yellow - beautiful and vibrant soul. She’s one the most easy going and enthusiastic persons I know who is very animated and bubbly. She’s also one of the kindest persons that I know that at times people take advantage of her which actually pisses me off. And despite her flaws you really just can’t help but be drawn to her. Her vibrance just radiates. Melzar is orange. Another warm and radiant soul. When I first Melzar, my attention was really caught by how confident and bright this person was. He is one of the people who silently has my back and is very loyal to his friends.  He’s the kind of person who knows how to have fun and at the same time can take full responsibility. I envy these ki

  December 8, 2017 started out like any other Feast Day of the Immaculate Conception. I woke up and attended the Holy Mass at dawn and was dropped off by our parents to school for it was a school day. I had just finished having breakfast at the school canteen with the boyfriend when I received a call from my parents that Lola Inday had passed away. Lilia Maluya Sumbi, better known as Lola Inday was my grandmother from my maternal side, the unmarried sister of my grandfather. She had 8 siblings and she would live with one sibling and move to another from time to time ever since Lola Pinyang, her mother and my great grandmother passed away. She also lived with us and I have fond memories of her. She was well put together. Her hair combed neatly and her clothes matching be it for a simple grocery shopping or for attending masses. I could recall back when I was in kindergarten, I wasn’t much of an early bird then, Lola and I would rush to school. And along with me, she’d get scolded by the