Fantastical Highlights

Friday, June 7, 2013

You accept the love you think you deserve...


A mediocre person tells. A good person explains. A superior person demonstrates. A great person inspires others to see for themselves.“

- Harvey Mackay



Another year has been a true testament to patience, compassion, and unconditional love. I have learned the gift of relationships that are based on selfless compromises, open communication, and opening your heart and accepting love from new people in your life.


She was a part of my history.  I fell in love with you and accepted you as my mother for the first years of my life. I love the clothes you made me. I always felt beautiful wearing them. I remember this black white and yellow shirt I used to front. It was different, it was unknowingly me as a child. It was my special shirt every week.

I just chose to look away even when I felt that every year I was replaced by another favorite. I was never mad at you.  I never disrespected you. I treated you fairly in the midst of anger, pain, and sorrows from neglected feelings to others that your love have caused.  Your love was tolerable but often came with pain. I was told to gain wisdom from you but  sadly I have learned those wisdom from strangers instead.

Please don't misunderstand. I grieve differently and often times silently. I don't speak my pain. I laugh relentlessly through stress only to be disregarded carelessly. I don't like when others see me cry. I've already felt sorry for myself enough.

I cannot look at you when you're in pain.  The way you hold my hands is unbearable.  I wish I could be the one to let you go.  You need God's embrace.

I reached out to both of you.  I want to be good to both of you. You both accepted the love that you both think you deserve. You get mad at me for you know I think you can accept and deserve better.  You denied me many things I wanted in life but yearly I learned to forgive. I tried to include you but you both never included me. I tried to tell you and I just feel ignored. I try but our values get in the way. I wish it was easier to see things my way. 

I was always good to you.  I wanted to give you the world. I cry when I think you're in pain. We do our best to give you the love that you think you think you deserve but your words, your decisions hurt us sometimes.  Sometimes I think that distance would  help but you're the one who's supposed to show us guidance and unconditional love. But sometimes, it seems like you put others before us.

We all want to explain. You don't really listen what our heart is telling you.  The best thing we learned is just to say sorry and do it your way.  I could never imagine not having you in our lives.  Truth of the matter is we need you. I need you.  You're the only one I have that's close to kin but you hurt me sometimes. You just do.

I am beyond happy. I have never been this happy in my life.  I want to share it to everyone I love. I am not boasting but I am proud of who I have become and for what he has made me become; an even better person.

Thank you for sharing a year of love with me, putting up with my faults, and seeing beyond the Beyonce half time walk.






Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy Hearts Day...

To many - Vday has now been too commercialized rather than just a day to celebrate love.

I  remember being in NYC once for Valentine's day.  It was such a beautiful February day and the city just brightened up after a weekend of cold blizzard.  I was single then and I remember walking by Union Square and was overwhelmed by the number of men carrying flowers.  It made me smile. Deep inside I was wondering how it would feel to have someone think of me that day and bring me flowers.  Now, I seem to be allergic.  1 rose is enough. A dozen for $50 is just ridiculous. I couldn't eat them lol. 

Of course, typical Elizabeth, had to ask a random passerby who these dozen of roses for.  He said with the smile "for my grandmother". That made my day. That same day I spent an evening eating chinese at a random diner in the middle of the east village area not too far from 9th avenue.  I remember being sad and lonely.  Loneliness is never a good feeling specially when you're far away from home. 

It's been a toxic day of the past.  I ran across letters and cards dating back in 2002 while cleaning up a room.  I can't imagining uttering those same words to those people now at this point in my life. Nevertheless, I can't help  but stop and tear.  What happened? Who have I become? What were we thinking?  To be young and in love....in my case to be in love with the young lol...

This Valentine - I am glad to be have a love........

Happy Heart's Day Everyone!...




Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Off to a new start!

It's now a month and half since the Captain and I moved in together.  I am learning a lot about him, about me, and also about others around me. As of today, I feel good, comfortable, and HAPPILY home.

2013 has already been proven to be good to Elizabeth.  Last week, I walked out of our Fresno office with a big smile on my face for my manager said that I have been the top performer in my team.  My doctor also presented some good news; my medication dosage will be decreasing in a month - my body is healing and adjusting accordingly to the new changes in my life.

As expected, the drive back and forth to Newport is definitely unbearable.  I tried to keep singing with the old choir but after feeling like an outsider for living in sin while taking Sunday communion, I decided to move on.

I drove in from Fresno last Thursday evening. I was greeted with a heartwarming smile at the car rental place.  I never had anyone help me picking up my car rental; it's really nice to have a bf who's there for you.  Within the same night, I drove downtown to go for an audition for an alto spot for the Los Angeles Cathedral Choir; a parish almost 5 times the size of what I am accustomed to in Newport. It took me an elevator from the , a 5 minute walk that seemed like a half a mile from the parkingSu lot to church back entrance, 4 more flights of stairs and a couple of turns leads you into a cold rehearsal room.  A tall man with full grey hair and big blue eyes made me stand by the piano and sing in front of a 60 people choir - I stood in shock and was told to just sit in (meaning I didn't get it) ...after the rehearsal, I was told to fit onto a robe.

The next Sunday started with an 8 am call time for a 10 am mass then a 2 hour break for a 2:30 pm call time for a 7 pm concert with 900 member choral ensemble.  I got home at 11 pm practically dead.  It was an amazing christening for a stressful series of events.

Needless to say, Elizabeth finally got her groove back :) Maybe even a new parish to call home.

This week is dedicated to St. Valentines.  I guess you heard my prayers. Thank you.  February marks the 8th month of my relationship.  Although we are riding along, my heart remains longing for unrealistic answers about what the future may bring.  Vulnerable but extremely overwhelmed by how beautiful true love brings one into your life..  It's a special week but with how we do things - it's almost like it's valentine's every week :)

Here's a video from a smiliar concert last year :

Photos from this year's concert
 My new parish and choir - The Los Angeles Cathedral Choir (I'm in the front row, 3rd from the right)

Our new digs and our very first visit from new friends..