I Want to be Good

I attended Sunday Service yesterday, and got past this very good Bible Verse.

14 We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. 15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out.19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

21 So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22 For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; 23 but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.24 What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?

Romans 7:14-24

This is the exact conflict I have inside my mind everyday. How can I ever choose to be right? I know better, but I fall to the same mistakes over and over. Who will rescue me? The answer may well be in verse 25 of the same chapter. I don't know. I never knew how to do it. Maybe, I will forever be a slave to all the things this world has to offer.

I'm comforted that I am not alone. That Paul, thousands of years before felt and did the same thing. Isn't that what we need most of the times? Someone who understands? Through words I found rest. In a man who lived before my time, someone I never knew. I am contented. I don't need to be perfect.

This is not an escape though. Not a solution to the problem. When I wake up in the morning, come thoughts and the conflicts stay on. Life continues.

The Chongkey's! :) Let's Go To ZION!

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Panaginip

Nagising akong pawisan,

Hinga'y malalim.

Ano nga bang nangyari?

Sinusubukang alalahanin. mabigat na damdamin, ngayon saki'y sumasagi.
Gustuhin mang umidlip ngayo'y di na mapakali.

Sa aking panaginip ika'y wala na, matamis mong ngiti di na makita.

Paggising kita'y hinahanap, nasaan ka?

Yakap mo aking kailangan, mga halik mo.

Isang masamang panaginip lamang.

Uminom ako ng tubig, uhaw ay pilit na pinawi.

Ano nga bang nangyari?

Sinusubukang alalahanin.

Mga luha ngayon saking mga pisngi dumarampi.

Gustuhin mang bumalik, ngayo'y di na maaari.

Sa aking buhay ika'y wala na, matamis mong ngiti di na makikita.

Sa araw araw ika'y hinahanap, nasaan na?

Yakap at halik mo ay wala na.

Isang masamang panaginip?

Pipilitin kong gumising.

Pipilitin kong maniwala na lahat ito,
Masamang panaginip lamang.

What's Worth It

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act,but a habit.

-Aristotle

A habit. Isn't it what makes us keep going? Come to think of it, how you normally do the same things everyday again and again. Laundry, watching TV, bath, sleep, work, eat. Why not make the best out of all of it? Do your best in all you do. Fidgeting won't help. Anger do no good either. Keep a cool head. Think of a task ten times over. Is this worth doing? Then listen to:

If it is worth doing, it is worth overdoing.

-Steven Tyler

Let's pick a task then. NOW!

Rain in Summer

Summer, over 40 Degrees Celsius today. It was so hot you'd sweat even while doing nothing. Had some friends visit me at home. All the usual talk, another normal day. We were about to go after having some snack when suddenly, the sky went dark. Probably a bit of rain's coming down? Until it poured, and it was like a typhoon, blowing its cold hard rain upon the earth that was burning hot just a while ago. Water's everywhere, I had to secure some items that are in the way of the shower. After having them placed somewhere safe, I was wet. Then this idea occurred to me.


When was the last time you walked in the rain? I can't remember mine. Used to do it when I was a kid. It's fun isn't it? Playing in the rain, jumping in puddles. All while wearing your clothes that are soakingly heavy with rain water. Your parents would disapprove. It'll definitely make you sick. But in my little brain when I was a child, hell I'm thinking no. I used to shower in the bathroom and I didn't get ill, did I? So what's the difference? Technically, none. Oh, isn't this stuff only for the young? I am an adult now so act like one.


It was all hot and boring being grown-up so I threw all the thoughts away and jumped out into the rain. Oh what relief I had when I was finally out there feeling cold and wet and laughing that finally I did it, again. It was worth it. All my steam washed away. All my worries freed. It was good to be down there under the pouring water thinking you're a child again. Being young is in our own hearts indeed. It's only a matter of what you choose to be.


In a world that's spinning out of control that all you can think of is survival. A world that's cruel in every single way, full of problems and dillemas. Thank you rain for reminding me that all I need is a little bit of childhood to taste how GOOD life can be.

2013, again?

This is a project of. . .

This is a joint project of. . .


When we were in school, as students, we have projects didn't we? Out from our parents pockets. They were a pain in the back because they were additional expenses. I remember how my parents always told me, like every other parents, that money are not picked on the street pavements. I believe them now that I have to work my ass off for money. Compensation. I am a citizen yes, because I am taxed. These money, that the government steals from you goes to lots of things aside from the leader's pockets.


They call it, THEIR project. It did not come from their parent's nor from their own wallets. But it is tagged as THEIR project. THEY funded bridges, roads, schools, basketball courts, hospitals yadah yadah. You see THEIR faces in front of these structures. The hero of the new world.

"I built this and that and I have the fucking right to brag it! It did not come from my money but yes I'll put my face in it, name it after me, put my initials on it. In my term, I did this and that, made the city to my color and name, so you should vote me! I am a public servant so I will serve you, but those who want to work for me, you'll have to fight for me!"

"This is not about who's right, the correct path is too old fashioned, liberty is dead. People want to be oppressed, no, people want entertainment. Politics is an entertainment you all die to see! I promise you jobs and money! Oops, that's a joke! HAHAHAHA! Food for the hungry. Let me carry your kids, That's what I'm good at. Multiply so your future generation can vote me on my 9th or 10th term! Expect that you're still poor by that time. I won't let you get proper education. Why would I? You'll learn the truth. When you see what I'm up to, who would vote for me? You should stay dumb and believe that I'm the only candidate that loves the POOR." 

But everything in here is upon me. Me, getting the influence. The power. I'll kill my opponent you'll see. You'll stay poor and I'll get richer. Where else would I get the money to build my mansions? From all your money of course! My projects are sub-standard. Who cares anyway? As long as you see my pictures on roads, on road-projects again and again, you'll see that I am something. That I am a very good leader!"

"So yet again, let me do my magic, and we will not prosper forever and ever!"

What a fucked up way to put things into, isn't it? But we're still deceived, media says we have to vote wisely. No, I think we don't have to vote at all. Politics' dirty. If, and only if the people starts to realize that it is the system. The citizen that succumbs and believes in nothing. There are politicians because there are still who votes for them. I remember Bob Ong having said in one of his books that, "We don't elect someone who we want to serve us, instead we choose someone we want to work for." He's right. If we can change this system, only if we start to not believe in their empty promises. Solutions means results. Have we got any results so far?


Yes please vote for me, I'll be a future Politician. I'm just starting off as someone with a good intention. So you would think I'm up for the job. Nobody's fit for the job though.

A Blessing

“As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly.” (Proverbs 26:11) We return to our habit of sin, each and every day. We have thought of change, but was never strong enough to embody that transition. Through faith can we only truly be better.


Life is a constant battle with temptations, but there is always a way out of it, as stated in the Bible, “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.” (1 Corinthians 10:13) We are subject to these sins every day, we won’t be able to resist them ourselves, and so we need help, through prayer we’re never alone, the Lord will be faithful in his promise to never leave us in these trying times. Only we choose to be blind to the signs that the Lord is out there ready to help. Not because the Lord isn’t present but because we choose to be out of reach most of the times.


I believe in the Bible, therefore I believe the words it has to offer. Have I always been a believer? No. Too much information has made me arrogant; too knowledgeable that you think you’re a god. Not subject to laws, errors and corrections. You think everything you do is right, that being neutral is enough. I learned to forget. I forgot what’s most important, I was blinded. I was a fool, simply put. “But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.” (1 Corinthians 2:14) I was a stupid man who thinks that my words are of wisdom, too full of myself that no realization of any kind had hit me. Now where has this wisdom placed me? In (Jeremiah 21:14), “But I will punish you according to the fruit of your doings, saith the Lord: and I will kindle a fire in the forest thereof, and it shall devour all things round about it.”


The Lord does not want us to fall unto sin. He wants to right our ways for our own good that we don’t have to be punished. But if it has to be done, to correct what’s wrong, then the Lord will surely make it come to pass. It is a blessing in the form of a very long painful process. “Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.” (1 Peter 3:9)

I am a christian. Hypocrite at it. I try like everybody else, but I'm not righteous. You don't have to be good to do these things. I learn lessons. I share them in hope that somebody or someone out there picks up something from my follies.

I believe in everything right this world has to offer. I don't speak for any belief. I call him the Lord because that's how I knew Him. He may be Allah, Yahweh or Jehovah.  I submit to a power unseen, stronger than any of us can fathom.


It all boils down to us people in the end. I have faith in the capacity of the human to do good, always. 

It's More Fun in the..

With its 7107 islands, 300,000 square kilometers of land area and a rough estimate of 94 million population in 2012, we are the 12th most populated nation in the whole world, thank you! The Philippines it is.


Philippines today is in a state of economic growth, although after WWII, the Philippines is regarded as the second wealthiest (next to Japan) in East Asia. the economy started to stagnate due to government corruption and mismanagement in the late '60s up to the present. Philippines with its sewer-water-like rivers, mountains of garbage, flood-control-housing systems, pollution campaigns, unfranchised boating transportations in the rainy season, Political and non-Political massacres, Monarchy aka Democracy in small down to earth poor towns and a whole lot more of 'only in the philippines' matters is what makes the country unique. I love it here, with its flaws and all, its never too hard to see a smile. You die of hunger yet you still smile. Where in the world would you find a happier race? It's more fun in the Philippines.


Not a fan of the Philippine Politics. 2010 was the first year I participated, it was National Presidential Elections. Young and eager to take part, I believed my vote would count as something important. "Excercise your right, you're in on a Democracy!" Every three years we hope. We are forced to believe that change is inevitable, that there is an answer. But that transition we're turning into is not what we think it will be. I am a cynic. No, not politics is the voice of change.


I've decided I will not take part, in any election. My one vote is nothing compared to the powers manipulating the system. I'd love to see the Philippines grow sometime in the future. That's a big problem to burden yourself with, isn't it? I'd start with myself then. Amen!

Complain

Bhopal India, a place I have only heard, a place I have only seen on television, the place where the world’s worst industrial accident occurred. In 2nd – 3rd of December 1984, after an accident in the Union Carbide India Limited Factory where gas forms of the chemical MIC (Methyl Isocyanate) used for pesticides went exposed into the air and was inhaled by the sleeping city, approximately 3000 people passed overnight. They died in their beds, in streets, their bodies littered everywhere. It was devastating, how a lot of people could die in just a few hours. As for me, it was sad, watching a disaster happen before my time, news I have seen only on documentaries. It was a lesson the world had to learn the hard way.


Death is an easy thing to relate to, everybody confronts death. Either you have seen someone die, someone you love dies, or you yourself is facing death. People died that night in Bhopal India; they had no time to complain. People had no choice but to breathe, and with every breath comes a poison that will undoubtedly end your life, they couldn't complain for we need air to live. They did not know what was killing them. Same goes for the Jews who died in the Holocaust. They had no choice. We remember them; they’re supposed to be remembered, for they were sacrifices in the never ending search of man for his purpose.


Death may come as a topic in lots of forms, and in this story it has come to me in the embodiment of how people complain and how we have a choice to at least be content of what we have. I remember my colleague telling me, “Our customers keep on complaining about their internet connections not working well, didn’t they know a lot of children could not even eat here in the Philippines?” It was meant as a joke, I laughed at it, but it never left my mind. I kept thinking about it, for I do complain. I curse over the Internet, poverty, my family, money, and I complain about almost everything.

I am a skeptic, a cynic, I dream of change, I do but I am a coward. I am what I am writing, and what I wrote specifically addresses to my shortcomings. I am a complainer, but who am I to complain when I have a choice? Who am I to complain if the air I breathe is clean and has no toxic in it? Who am I to complain if leaders before me fought for freedom and liberty that I am greatly benefiting from? Who am I to complain? I am greatly favored by having work when half the world dies in hunger. Life may have had its down-sides, but my life hasn't reached a point that I had no choice except death. I believe that in life there is enough hope. That by knowing contentment you’ll have the faith to keep going.


I hope to see death in a way that would lead me to live a better life.

From the Bridge with (Love) Despair

Lately I've been seeing a lot of them. Does that confirm it may be part of something big? Boxes are all the same. It fails to amaze me this time. What I see, when I saw the other individuals doing the same thing gave me a sense of what might be really happening. It's not pleasant. Hope turns to despair. Faith now is a different story. What I see now is the harsh reality. They may not be able to see it with their eyes, not because they're blind. It's not for me to decide, I hope I hadn't stumbled into something so deceiving. I didn't mean it with Ms. Guitar's intentions or whatever thoughts are going on with all these guys' minds. I love that they do what they're doing. It helps me do good in things I have to do myself. That right now is true.


But I was wronged into thinking something beautiful can only be created from good things.

From the Bridge with Love

Bakit nga ba ang puso
Pag nagmamahal na
Ay sadyang nakapagtataka
Ang bawa't sandali
Lagi nang may ngiti
Dahil langit ang nadarama

Para bang ang lahat ay walang hangganan
Dahil sa tamis na nararanasan
Kung mula sa puso ay tunay ngang ganyan

Nais ko'y ikaw ang laging yakap-yakap
Yakap na sana'y walang wakas
Sana'y laging ako ang iniisip mo
Sa maghapon at sa magdamag

Init ng pag-ibig ating pagsaluhan
Kung mayroong hahadlang
'Di ko papayagan
Kung mula sa puso ay tunay ngang ganyan


Walked passed by a woman sitting alone in a bridge. Guitar strap on, amplifiers up. That was 4:00 in the afternoon in a sun scorched March day. An umbrella as her shield, not in the right position to give her enough shade. Believe me you don't want to be hit with the sunlight at this kind of hour. But she sits there, singing. Strumming in on her electric guitar she hums, without a view of the world around her. A voice that cuts through all the noise.


I don't know. They say this might be a part of a syndicate. The same thing that uses kids to go beg for pennies in the streets. There's this box in front of her, I don't know where the money goes. I do hope that it's hers to keep, she deserves each and every money dropped on that 'donation box'. Hell, I don't want to call that thing a donation box. She earned that money through hard work, her dedication, through her music. It's compensation for her work. She has a unique job. Whatever amount that goes in on that box serves as her daily wage.


I don't know what goes on in her mind. The way she sings all those lovely notes, with tenderness. It can only be through love and inspiration. How would you be able to get inspiration in a situation like hers? Faith? Hope? She deserves something better. That better is not something for me to decide. I love that she's doing what she does. It helps people like me do good at things I have to do myself.


I can only smile when I heard her, can't stop looking and be amazed. All the city noise and busy people seemed a distant world to her. That's what's important isn't it? That you love what you do and you give it your all. Therefore, she's in a league of her own. Ms. Guitar wherever you are, you passed something unseen. Something that's so important. But like a fire it burns. I can feel its heat in these words.

Death is Just a Sleep (The Poem)

Every night I drown to it, 

One of my most done things in life.

Probably the best experience of my existence, 

Apart from eating and. . .

Each night i train for that one moment.

I like the thought of it,

My final never ending rest. . .

Death is Just a Sleep

There’s this border line in life that eventually, you’ll reach once everything in your life falls apart. The line between life and death.


Continue the life that made you suffer? Or live with your belief that you can live no matter what? I’m caught between these two choices. I’ve been happy, felt it always, on a daily basis. Then there’s sadness, always there, ready to take charge once happiness leaves. But life's a constant replay, no new things come my way, if ever there was, everything would be momentary and it’ll end up in me feeling sad after all. Is it just me or is it life? Was it the way I lived life or was it life itself playing out on me? Then there’s God, do I believe in God? That’s a hard one. I do believe in something. I hate religion, any religion. But I believe there’s Someone out there, watching over. I don’t know if He’s going to punish me for thinking He does not exist. Stupid? Yes. Now what is there to life that would make me want to continue?


How did my life fall apart? No, it did not. I’m just over-exaggerating. I just tired-out. Tired of the boring life i’ve been in. Never really found happiness in anything. Money can be useful sometimes, made me forget that there’s this hole in my brain looking for contentment. Sometimes there are thoughts that are worth something. But the meaning will fade in time. And you’ll feel lost and guilty, you'd simply want to end all your search for purpose.


Am I selfish? Am I supposed to live for myself or others?  Am I supposed to believe in something? Do I have to continue for others or do I stop because i’m lost for words and strength to carry on? Did I give-up too early? Is there hope? Why do I feel empty? Why do I want to die so badly? Why, when people are fighting for their lives, would I waste mine? Did I ever care? Did I learn love? Did I earn love? Have I given too much? Have I received too much? Is my purpose done? And who the hell said, people have purposes? Why am I at war with myself and can’t win the battle? Why is my character weak? When did I learn surrender? Why can’t I be happy, plain and simple? What have I done in life? I’m an unaccomplished man. I’m not old but why have I accepted defeat? And I call death defeat. Who knows what is there after life? Is it hell? Or heaven that they say you’ll receive once you embrace God, or religion? I have no way of telling the truth. I don't even think I'm still thinking rational anymore. I’m just a man, who accepted everything as worth throwing.


Then I cracked, and I cried. I’m lost I know. But in this situation, when do you say stop? I’m like a child, weeping. I want to call for Mom, thought everything will be alright once she arrives. But she left, years ago, probably there in heaven. No one’s going to save me now. Who’s to blame?

Wrote this sometime last year when I'm feeling really depressed. I was sad that I felt helpless. But I did not end this little soul inside me that we call life. I fought and pressed on, thinking everything's not lost.

So here I am.

A Love Story 2

Ever heard of Heinz Karl Klinkermann? He is a nobody, so you might not have heard. A German immigrant in Australia, married to a woman named Beryl Klinkermann. I don’t know their story the way I know my parents'. I happen to get pass by this certain news online while on job. I work for an Australian company, so a visit on the company’s website is a typical everyday task. I like reading the news on their side of the earth so I browse through them whenever I’m at work. A second love story I guess.


Parkinson's disease is a disorder of the brain that leads to shaking (tremors) and difficulty with walking, movement, and coordination. Parkinson's disease most often develops after age 50. It is one of the most common nervous system disorders of the elderly. Sometimes Parkinson's disease occurs in younger adults. It affects both men and women. (http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001762/)
Dementia is a loss of brain function that occurs with certain diseases. It affects memory, thinking, language, judgment, and behavior. (http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001748/)


Beryl Klinkermann suffers from both. In the end, Heinz tried murder-suicide with the use of Sleeping Pills and Carbon Monoxide poisoning. It failed as nurses found them the next morning, along with a three-page note. “What’s the point of going on?” That’s what Heinz’ said. The deed was tried in Victorian Supreme Court in Ballarat. Court Justice could have given him 25 years in prison but he was only entered in an 18-month community corrections order that includes medical and mental rehabilitation.


“Heinz had made a promise to her that he would never put her in a nursing home. He took this promise very seriously and would never renege on it,” said in a court proceeding by Heinz’ step-daughter Leonie Sudiro from a previous marriage. An entry on Heinz diary on the day of the tragic event states: “It’s time, I’m ready. It may sound tragic but that’s how it is. I’ll see how the day turns out I can’t watch my Beryl slipping away anymore. I want to go with her. Goodbye, farewell.”


I am in no position to judge anyone in here. All I can say is that I was touched by the story. How a man can love a woman that much. To not be able to take her suffering and simply decide it’s time to go at the same time, because he won’t be able to continue without her. The judges see through that. I’m pretty sure they felt Mr. Klinkermann was no public menace. It is love that drove him to do whatever he has done. He held her hands while everything was happening. Just like a true love story. I cried when I read what happened. I won’t know what to do in case I get in the same circumstances. I hate to speak out what I feel. Who wants that anyway? And who would want to read? I guess I’m still chicken on these things. I cry easily.


Remember the movie UP? He looks like Mr. Fredrickson yes. I was touched by the movie yes. Heinz loves his wife just the same, they have different stories, but the love's the same. Their love is a thing of beauty. I am moved.


In the end, when the time comes, I just want to love my vowed partner the same.


Excerpts from: (Kill bid an act of love: husband walks free after failed murder-suicide By PAT NOLAN) and go.bigpond.com/NEWS

Words I Wish I Wrote

Now I never meant,
To do you wrong,
That’s what I came here to say.

But if I was wrong,
Then I’m sorry,
I don’t let it stand in our way.

As my head just aches,
When I think of,
The things that I shouldn’t have done.

But Life is for Living,
We all know,
And I don’t want to live it alone.

-Coldplay


God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.
Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.
Amen.

-Reinhold Niebuhr

these are Words I wish I wrote. The idea came from Robert Fulghum's book.

I simply love the coldplay song which came from their first album Parachutes(2000). A hidden track right after the song Everything's not Lost. I heard it first in the album Mylo Xyloto(2011) as an additional Live Track. The song speaks for itself.

That prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr for me sounds pretty much like Our Father. Coming from a man, it reflects the other side of the prayer. The one who was thought of the prayer. Our Father came from Jesus, therefore the one who thought it. I like being the man side of this story, and how much that prayer reflects myself as a flawed human being wanting only contentment and change.

A Love Story

I've heard of true love stories. I know just this one.


Love stories can be extraordinary, portrayed with lights and colors and all, gifts and surprises and material things. Movies can be deceiving. This love story is simple, ordinary, it did not end the way I wanted it. Who the hell said love stories end up happily? Love was enough. It was just right.


There's this man, who grew up in the city, a kid who knew poverty and faced it head on. He wasn't a good guy.


Then there's this woman, who grew up in the province, a girl who worked her way to have a meal, she was a good woman.


They met sometime in the '80s, even attended EDSA people power. What a date, I say. Don't know much about the courting process. They got married, a civil wedding attended by a few good friends and relatives.


They built a family, they started from scratch. The man did construction works for extra, while being a full time pedicab driver. The year's 1988, their first son was born, premature but made it through. The man then got a job with the help of his brother, an assembler in a car manufacturer nearby. They got their second son in 1989, pretty fast eh? Through hard work, the man got regularized and his job was more than enough to keep his growing family steady. In 1991 the third son was born, then in 1993, their first daughter. Lastly in 1994, their youngest son.


They went through every thing normal parents experience with their kids. It wasn't always easy or happy, but that's the way married life is.


In the end, someone has to leave. Only in true life will you ever see a love end, physically, not mentally. Because love stays in the heart and soul. It still hurts anyway, you'll wish you never have to place your feet upon these things.


February 2005 the good woman got an illness, unknown. She went through lots of tests. In the end she died, of cancer. The man never left her bed. Although he wasn't good in expressing what he feels, even if he says things that are contrary to what's inside his heart, you'll see in his actions that he love her with all his life.


In her last minutes she suffered from a massive cardiac arrest, add to that the loss of oxygen in her brain, she was in a state of stroke. She can't speak. She was heavily breathing, she lost her control on human excretion. What she had inside her for weeks, things that can't get out due to the malignant cancer, all poured out at once. And he simply cleaned everything, oblivious to the fact that it was waste he has in his bare hands. She had to be cleansed, that's what's in his mind. He never complained, he was just there, silently working. Praying for her to be spared. Crying inside his mind. He never left her. After a few minutes, from labored to silent breathing, she passed on. His love along with it. But her memory stays in his heart.


One of the last few words the man heard from the woman those days were, "You're always enough.."


He never left her side, he was with her in the last few moments before she's dressed and groomed. I can remember him talking about this in a brave manner, talking in details. I'm sure he was crying all the time, when all this was happening. I don't ever want to stand in his shoe, and I don't know how I could manage to, if ever I'm placed there.

I remember him crying once. He was outside, coming in the backdoor, eyes swollen and almost speechless. What he told me before breaking into tears broke my heart, "I miss your mom.."


I broke into my own set of tears afterwards. And yes, they were my parents.

LAKAD! (WALK!)

                It’s been over a year since I got myself involved in an accident. The accident’s common, in fact, one might be involved in it right now. Motorcycle accident, yes it is common. Philippines’ flocked with this high-flying, open muffler, insanely set-up scooters. With traffic jams that match those of clocks that already ran out of battery, a motorcycle is a solution indeed. I’m one of the people who thought motorcycle was a good idea despite all the recent accidents I have heard and seen. You have to get first hand experience on things sometime to learn a lesson.

                Everyone knows that there are two main lanes on a typical road, the one where you travel and one for the vehicles going the other way. That night, twelfth of September, year 2011, around 6 in the evening, I’m running on the lane that was not busy at the time, the opposing lane, going straight to the town is experiencing heavy traffic. The next vehicle I can see in front of me on the same lane might more or less be 500 meters away, so I drive half dead.
  

                 Slight rainfall caused enough sleek on roads, though I’m sure that wasn’t on my mind then, I’m running on 20 – 25 km/h, and my brain wandered on lots of other things. To be honest, I’m not even sure if I had my eyes on the road when the accident occurred. I have vague pictures of what happened, a vehicle suddenly appeared in front of me after I woke up from my daydream, I remember pressing hard on both breaks, felt the rubber tire on my rear wheel skid and slide sideways to my left, losing control after trying so hard to evade the incoming vehicle, a head on collision, a loud crash and myself getting thrown forward about 4 meters from where we collided. Then I stood, like nothing happened, and I felt nothing. Adrenaline they say would numb your senses, and it did. I could’ve died and I felt nothing. I walked and looked at the damaged motorcycle, it was bad, but I had other things in mind, first day of work tomorrow, and the thought of what would happen next. I walked 4 meters without noticing I have blood gushing from my chin, that I have multiple scratches on both my ankles, that I’m bruised everywhere and that my left foot’s bones are visible from a big open wound. I did not even notice I wasn’t wearing both my slippers. I walked and tried to talk to the man who was driving the other vehicle, lots of things transpired, I cursed a lot; I cursed him, and talked even more. Reality dawned, my body coped with what happened, and pain started crawling in, my tummy hurts like somebody just gave me a kick in the gut. My vision’s blacking out. I was brought to the hospital. Got my wound stitched. Well it was all too much to tell.

                I survived. End of story? No, the hardest part is yet to come. I caused more pain than all my wounds have brought me. It was a big mess and I had lots of family and non-family involved. It could’ve been easier if I only had the wounds to worry me. I stayed silent, because I can do nothing. What would be the best action? I laughed over the event and pretended I was well, I’m not, and inside, I know, all I am was a disappointment. Instinct overcame morale; I pitied myself, which is the stupidest, yes, STUPIDEST thing to do at the time.

      Trying to regain myself, come Monday, a week after the accident, I reported for work. First question was, if I can attend the training on such a condition, I answered: YES, though I’m not really sure. I am having troubles walking properly, people look when they see you walk limply, making very little progress, you walk past them and they’re still looking. They pretend not to look when you meet their eyes, which I find amusing. I walk, I have other things in mind, and these people are the least of my concerns.

        Struggling for over three more weeks, it took me some time to walk from one place to another. Alone, I can think while walking, I remember doing the same when I was riding the motorcycle the night the accident occurred. The only difference is that I wasn’t moving fast this time, and I’m taking each step with care and ease. If only I had given my thoughts enough time, the results could have been different. I thought of Buddha who found enlightenment through meditating and sitting under the tree, I could do mine while walking. I have to probably walk millions of miles and hope that I find enlightenment someday. Think of life as if walking on wires, impossible, yet still true.

       Those days were the only times in my life I have had any difficulties in walking. I can walk as long as I can remember; wounds on knees did not stop me from running when I was a kid. I run fast, and maybe I have done the same in my life that I move on to the next pace without hesitation, without thinking. I was a little bit too fast that I had to be slowed.