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The reason: I joined the Singles Encounter because I know, Ms.Filipina Bonon will NEVER stop bugging me. Nat, allen and apol, my officemates and friends, also joined the event. One time in our yosi break, I said to nat and allen “Going there may open many doors and in the end we might LEARN or GAIN something”.
Eve:
My friends and I joked inside the cab that we should go to “Watering Hole” instead. We weren’t excited, but scared. We don’t like sharing our problems and resentments to “strangers”.
“My name is she, I want to be remembered as someone na maingay.Pag me narinig kayong maingay sa hallway, ako yun!”, – bawal maingay sa hall.
In room 224: DAVID, I meet new people, Jucyn, Laze, and Tin-tin. I slept at 1:00 am
Day 1:
I thought I’m hearing wedding bells, but that’s our wake up call. My tribe is GAD. This day is my FIRST CONFESSION. Father Edwin is so kind and HE ROCKS!! I learned from him was, forgive the person in God’s time, and HIS time is NOW!
This day was all about forgiveness. It’s easy to say I forgive you, but it still hurts. I realized how much I’m hurt, and how heavy it is to carry the pain every day. Amazed, that I can bear a lot of resentments and not saying anything.
Before we went to bed, we walked into a candle lit path with people holding red and white balloons. The sponsoring class serenades us with love songs. They served junk foods and juices. It was great!
That night, I transferred to room 226 where my friend , apol, was staying. Before we went to bed, I told apple that I texted Kevin saying, “Gusto ko ulit umiyak ng todo sa shoulders mo”.Wala pa kasi akong naiiyakan ulit e.
Day 2:
This day is the Healing of Memories. They let us wrote in a piece of paper our Painful/Hurting Memories. I wrote some of my resentments, not knowing that we’ll share that piece of paper to the healing ministers. I got scared and nervous. I keep telling myself, don’t cry, you can’t cry… and when it’s my turn, I approached the little woman, sitting on the table…
I can’t believe it myself. It’s not the ambiance, ‘nor the music that heightens the emotions- allen’, nor the people I see crying, nor the woman sitting in front of me, whom I barely knew, nor her warm hand gently tapping my back.
I tried telling my pains/hurts. Little by little, slowly I explained the first item. I talked slowly with big pauses, so I will not cry.
It’s really hard for me to tell other people my resentments. I and my best friends share the same thought. How can you cry to people whom you barely knew, someone who is as imperfect as me? How can someone give advices if they hadn’t encountered your problems?
But at that very moment, I did. I really tried not to cry, but I FAILED. I’’m afraid to cry because I think I can’t stop. By crying, you can measure the pain that you hold back for so long.
After that they gave us two envelopes as a surprise. I read my first letter, and I cried again.
The sponsoring class sang “Welcome to the family” but this time, it’s more emotional. When I saw my friends, Sen, Fhe, and Kaka, I cried again. There’s really a lot of crying… Fhe hugged me we’re both crying. Tita rita and Tito Pete visited us,HUMIHIKBI na ako. I thanked her.
I would like to thank my healing minister, Tita Chichi, not because she prayed for me, but because right now all I need is someone I can cry on, that I failed to do for 5 months. For someone who don’t question much, someone who knows the gist of my story, she who offered her arms and let me cry on her shoulders for a short while.
Now, I’m happy that I joined the Singles Encounter. I never felt this good. I may feel tired, my body is aching, but my heart feels good.
Let it go and give yourself a chance to be happy.To prolong your pain means you’ll get hurt more.To endure it, the more harder for you to let go
We can’t hold someone ’s heart
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