Liebster Blog Award

2014-liebster-awardFirst, I’d like to thank the very lovely Jill for the nomination. Receiving the notification really made my day, as our family is currently grieving from a loss of a relative…I hope it’s okay if I copy your definition of this award, because I really had no idea it exists until today. 😀

The word “Liebster” originates from the German word “liebste” which means “dearest”. The origin of this award is unknown, although several posts have suggested a German blog. The rules of this award had changed over the years although the underlying goal remains the same: to bring attentions to blogs that have not been discovered yet. In 2010, the rule was to pick 3-5 blogs that have less than 3,000 readers but recently, you list 10 blogs with less than 200 subscribers.


  1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.  
  2. Answer 10 questions given to you by the nominee before you.
  3. Create 10 questions of your own.
  4. Nominate 10 of your favourite blogs with fewer than 200 followers and notify them of their nomination.

These are Jill’s questions:

1. What is the inspiration behind your blog name and title?

~My blog name JC Bride is just a combination of my initials, and what I am aspiring to be — a bride. Funny yes, but it’s the truth. At 25, I’m now having doubts if I’ll ever be one. It can also mean “the Bride of Jesus Christ,” owing to my Christian roots and beliefs.

As for my blog title (The Story Within A Story), it somehow tells how I wanted my posts to be. I’ve fallen in love with writing since high school, and my favorite things to write have always been stories written in different formats. I do believe that we don’t write just out of the blue. There’s always a story behind every word we share in our pages. That no matter how hard you try to mask or conceal the truth, the real story will somehow still show.

2. What is the one quality you notice about people?

~ I hope you don’t think weirdly of me, but I can somehow sense if a person has good motives or not. I’m a very quiet person, but reading people has been one of my habits. Don’t worry, I keep my assessments to myself.

3. What is the favourite post that you’ve written and why? (Link please!)

~ I think my favorite so far is The Tweak Fairywhich I wrote last September for Daily Prompt. It’s my favorite because I really fell in love with how the post turned out. It somehow speaks strongly of how I feel about love – something that is not rushed, but is sure.

4. Why did you start blogging?

~ Because I needed to channel my emotions. I write to give justice to my feelings.

5. What is your favourite quote and why?

~ My favorite “quote,” is found in the Bible, the foundation of my faith:

Joshua 1:9

New Living Translation (NLT)

9 This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For theLord your God is with you wherever you go.”

6. Do you believe in love at first sight?

~ Unfortunately, I fell in love with the one who currently holds my heart at first sight, so I have to say “yes” here.

7. What is the strangest dream you have?

~ I have a posted a story in ReadWave about this very weird dream that I had. You may read it here:

8. What is your ideal job?

~ Sitting by the window while I write a novel which people are anticipating to read.

9. If you had superpowers for a day, what would you want to do?

~ I want to be a Tweak Fairy and give true love a chance.

10. If you could, would you travel back in time to undo some of your mistakes?

~ This sounds so much like the movie “About Time.” My answer would be No. I wouldn’t even take the opportunity to travel back in time. I am what I am today because of what happened in the past. If I haven’t made those mistakes, I wouldn’t be as strong, and as wise, as I am today.

Now, these are my questions:

1. If you were given a chance to give life to an inanimate object, what would it be and why?

2. How has your favorite food contributed to who you are now?

3. How will you convince me buy a dog for a pet?

4. What is your favorite song of the Backstreet Boys and why?

5. Peanut Butter or Cookie Butter?

6. What aspect of your life are you most thankful for?

7. Head or Heart?

8. Name your favorite book. What important lesson did you learn from it?

9. Would you try to save a drowning man?

10. What advice would you give to a 25 year-old lady, a.k.a. me?

And my nominees are:

1. Something

2. Self Satisfaction

3. His unfailing love

4. Saved Because of His Mercy

5. The Talking Fish

6. Everyday Snippets 

7. Blossoms In Her Hair

8. eruebordallo’s Blog

9. Nerdy Woman

10. Rejoice, Beloved





I am a grain of sand. One of the countless grains trapped in this glass with two faces – the top, and the bottom. My life changes every 60 seconds.

Right now I’m at the very bottom, the first one to fall the moment the glass turned. It’s not a position you’d want. It gets heavier every second as grains fall over me, squeezing through the spaces, until I have no more room for breathing. I have no choice but to carry the weight, and wait for the glass to flip. Just five more seconds.





And now I’m on top, the highest point any grain could ever reach. The summit. But I’m still not happy. Every second, gravity pulls me lower and lower, farther from the top, closer to the ground. As if telling me it’s not my place. That the only way is to go down. Three seconds and I’ll reach the midpoint.



I’m at the middle of the glass. The transition point. In a second the glass will turn and I’ll reach the bottom again.

And the cycle goes on…


Unless the glass breaks.

And the wind carries me away where I can finally breathe. 


Written for Readwave’s Creative Challenge: A Lot Can Happen in a Minute

Dear Mr. Right,

Dear Mr. Right,

Thank you for the second glance. I know that I’m not the type that one falls for at first sight… but then you looked back. For letting your eyes linger for five more seconds, thank you very much.

Thank you for the chai tea latte you sent via messenger while I was working during lunch break. I wasted fifteen minutes contemplating whether I should accept something from a stranger, but I drank it anyway. For knowing the only drink that can soothe my nerves, thank you very much.

Thank you for that first call. The shake in your voice was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and I could not stop smiling. For insisting to drive me home that night because of the heavy rain, thank you very much.

Thank you for our first date. I ate half your share of the baby back ribs we ordered, and you’re okay with it. For saying that I’m the most beautiful while I see a chubby girl when I look at the mirror, thank you very much.

Thank you for our first kiss. It wasn’t my first, but it felt the most sincere. You said it was yours, and joked about you preferring men. For just rolling your eyes and giving me another kiss, thank you very much.

Thank you for the VIP ticket to the Backstreet Boys concert. I was able to touch Nick Carter’s hand and it was the best birthday gift ever. For not minding me playing their songs on repeat in your car, thank you very much.

Thank you for shaking my dad’s hand. I never told you, but he was so happy that I was able to bring a man home at last. For putting a stop to a series of hidden relationships, and being the first guy who’s not afraid to be scrutinized by my dad, thank you very much.

Thank you for buying flowers for my mom on mother’s day. She’s very hard to please, and the smile she gave you was priceless. You’ve managed to make her warm up to you and it made our relationship better. For making her happy in a way that I couldn’t, thank you very much.

Thank you for doing my brother’s homework. He’s smart enough on his own, but your lazy way of doing things surprisingly made him more efficient. For loving him as your own, thank you very much.

Thank you for last night’s fight. It was our eighteenth monthsary, and I ruined it by looking so tired. I told you that I needed a break, and you did not say a single word while driving me home. For embracing me and saying you love me before you leave, thank you very much.

I woke up this morning and decided to write you this letter.


I planned on ending this with a ‘goodbye,’ but looking back only made me realize how much I want this list to go on…

Like forever.


A response to Readwave Writing Challenge: Thank You




“We have given our hair to the witch, to obtain help for you, that you may not die tonight.” I replayed my sisters’ words in my head.

“She has given us a knife, see, it is very sharp.” My hand’s grip tightened on the object that would seal both our fates.

“Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince… either he or you must die before sunrise.” I see the first red streaks in the sky and I know I must hurry.

You die, or I do.

As I draw back the crimson curtain of your tent, I see you sleeping with her head resting on your chest.

That should have been me.

I feel my chest tighten, the invisible knives under my feet coursing deeper into my flesh.  I walk closer not minding the pain, as I have been doing since the day I decided to give up everything for you,  and with a soft kiss on your brow, I try to say goodbye.

I glance at the knife I have been gripping, a token of my family’s love, my sisters’ sacrifice. I left them for you, but still they gave up the beautiful hair so I can have my tail and voice back. So I can come back to them. Indeed, love is about sacrifices.

Is my love for my family strong enough to stab your heart?

I hear you whisper her name in your dreams. I forget how to breathe.

If only you knew it was me. I was the one who saved you when you were drowning. It was my face that has haunted you all this time, not hers. It was me, my prince. If I have only kept my voice, I would have told you how I rescued you through the raging waves. I would have told you how much I love you.

I still love you now, as I watch you sleep with your bride in your arms.

I lift the knife and my hand trembles. I must do it now before it is too late. I must kill you now, and my suffering ends. Or will it?

Will I be living a good life with my sisters while knowing that I destroyed the man I love and would ever love? Will I ever find the heart to sing when I get my voice back? Will I swing my tail and not remember the little feet that danced through the pain for your smile?

Will I be able to smile again?

I feel tears escape my eyes and I run.

I give the knife one final look and throw it far from me into the waves.

The water turned red where the knife fell.

And then I’m gone.


A response to Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue

Based on Hans Christian Andersen’s ‘The Little Mermaid’