Huwebes, Pebrero 21, 2013

Friend

Friend

You are a friend I value so much.
A friend I treasure in my heart.
You are a friend I want to hold
And don’t want to lose-
A friend I want to keep forever.
Deep in my heart there’s a golden bond,
A special feeling,
A secret desire-
A secret love!
I wanted to shout this emotion that was trap.
“Friend I love you so much!
I wish that you would love me back
Not as your friend
But as your sweetheart!”

Pray for our priest...

Each of us has its own destiny. We all have a vocation that waits in our tomorrow. Some of us choose to journey the life of building its own family, while others prefer to travel this world alone and live a single life. In a way or another some chooses to serve the almighty creator. Yes, they chose to travel the road less traveled.
“Many are called, but few are chosen”. This is the most appropriate saying for our priest as what I have observed. You see, many students tried to enter a seminary but only few, can be counted in fingers that really finish it ‘till its end.  Few make it to ordination because the demands to them are such that most of them give up.
 I remember last year, I have the opportunity to meet some seminarians. They’ve been my classmate in one of my minor subjects. I’ve also had the chance to talk to one of them and he shares to me some of his sentiments. And as what I’ve observed some students only took for granted their being seminarians. (Sorry for those dedicated ones, I’m referring to those who might get hurt of the truth.) Some of these seminarians had poor English grammar and can’t even answer their test papers correctly. Some can’t resist the test of temptations and were seen dating even inside the library. (Well, they’re just humans.)
Also some of our priest left the ministry after some years of service. Isn’t it sad to hear? But sometimes instead of finding out the reason why they left, we condemn them. We often judge them and lose our respect with them. Do we consider their feelings? Do we feel a bit of sympathy for them?
The life of being a priest was not that easy, even that of students who are studying or taking the path of priesthood. I know not because I’m a priest but because in this world, life is always with hard things.
 They are also humans who share with us the conflicts that this hazy world brings. They commit the same mistakes with us. They are not men of steel or aluminum that can be controlled by remote controls. They were also molded through God’s miracles. And they have a really tough and long training which we never know how. Their journey matters most with great deal of discipline and dedication. A series of cleansing strategy and spiritual torture was given as a test for them. Before they were ordained they have to come into deeper thoughts and full acceptance. Maybe they have questioned themselves not just a hundred times but a thousand times before going it through.
They are deeply sensitive. But because of the society they’re in, they hamper themselves and disguise their feelings pretty well. When they’re hurt or lonely, they keep what they felt only for themselves. Truly they also have some friends, but only few of their problems can they open up to. They seem so distant. We mistakenly perceived them as being strong and not needing any help except for financial matters of the church purpose.
We really truly never care for their feelings because we are expecting too much from them. We go to them for aid and comfort, and they give it to us everyday, week after week, after month, after years, every time we run to them. Do you think our priest can handles all our problems? Yes maybe. But they can be drained also.
Some can set off for decades before reaching the end of the road. We will go on losing more and more of them if we continue to be insensitive of their own needs. They our not indestructible, they have care, emotional and loving needs that must received.
Being a priest or studying for priesthood calls for lifetime heroism. Not all can be heroes until they are emotionally and spiritually engaged. Until we too, provide answers to their needs. They go only when they can no longer hold on the loneliness, fatigue and emotional draining of their inner resources.
So let’s pray for them. Pray for our priests. They are our walls to lean on so as we for them. God bless us all.

Miyerkules, Pebrero 20, 2013

TARA!... Magsaya Tayo.. :)

Kamusta kaibigan? Matagal na rin tayong hindi nakapag usap. Palagi kasing "busy", kesyo maraming ginagawa, naghahabol ng oras, may "deadline" na kailangan magampanan. Pero sa sobrang ka-busy-han ko, nakalimutan kong tumatakbo pala ang oras. Hindi ko namamalayang unti unti nang nawawala ang dating kayganda na sinag ng bukang liwayway. Nakalimutan kong batiin ang mga tao sa aking paligid na nagpapasaya ng araw ko. Nakaligtaan ko ring ipagpasalamat ang araw kong saan nakahinga ulit ako ng preskong ihip ng hangin.  Naisapagwalang bahala ko ang mga tawa ng mga batang masayang naglalaro sa gilid ng daan, naghahabulan at nagkakantiyawan.

Hindi ko rin namalayang lumipas na pala ang tanghaling tapat. Ang pagsasalo salo sa aking mahal sa buhay ay hindi ko matandaan kung kailan huli kaming nagsamasama. Ni hindi ko na malasahan ang sarap ng mga lutong dati ay aking kinagigiliwan. Ni hindi ko na rin maalala ang mga kuwentong masaya naming pinag uusapan tuwing kainan. Nakapanghihinayang na sana napapasaya ko ang mga taong dahilan kung bakit nandirito ako ngayon.

Ngayong nasa kalagitnaan na ng hapon, gusto kong balikan ang umaga. Gusto kong ikutin pabalik ang oras kung saan wala akong ibang iniisip kundi ang maging masaya at magpasaya. Sa bawat minutong lumilipas, hinihiling kong ito'y papunta sa oras na ako'y nakatawa, malakas at maligaya. 

Ngunit alam kong wala na akong magagawa. Habang unti unti ng kinakain ng gabi ang paglubog ng araw, mananatili na lng akong nangangarap na sana magtagal pa ang oras. Na sana hindi pa huli ang lahat at muli kong mabigyan ng ganap na KASAYAHAN ang hiram kong buhay. 

Ngayon ko lang napagtanto na hindi dapat sayangin ang oras sa mga bagay na gusto mo. Dapat, ang bawat galaw o hakbang mo ay may karampat na dahilan kung bakit kailangan mong gawin ito. Na sa isang banda, habang gumagawa ka, ikaw ay nagsasaya. Ang buhay ay napakaikli upang ibuhos lamang sa kung anu ang gusto mong makamit. Bawat isa sa atin ay nangangarap na maging masaya, ngunit kadalasan, maling daan ang ating tinatahak. Ito yong daan na tayo'y nagiging kakaiba sa tunay nating pagkatao.

Simple lang ang buhay, at simple lang din ang kailangan nating gawin upang maging makabuluhan ito. Sabi nga, kailan man hindi na natin maibabalik ang mga araw na lumipas. Pero ang tao ay mayroong 365 araw, 48 na araw ay araw ng pamamahinga. Hindi man lang nakakalahati sa araw na tayo ay nagtatrabaho. Kaya bakit kailangang pati ito ay ating ilaan sa trabaho? Di ba't ito ang araw para sa ating sarili at para sa ating mahal sa buhay? Simulan na natin ngayon.

May natitira pang oras, Kaibigan. Tara! Magsaya tayo...



(whew! maybe i'm just trying to convince myself! hehehehe)
A simple reminder for thyself! :D





Huwebes, Oktubre 11, 2012



life's always been a great battle for me... it makes me cry and tired. i always end up restless and lost... but then, eventhough life's that hard to me, i still manage to smile... i still go on,. i stand up, start moving on and continue fighting... why? because you were there for me Tatay, during those times and that we face the battle together.. you made me go on fighting and everytime i look at you an amazing strength fills me and that i became strong again to ask for more battles..  you are ALWAYS THERE FOR ME TATAY never that you leave me alone... and I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I COULD EVER SAY. 

Tay, do you still remember when i was young? you always told me that i am a Daddy's girl... that you gave me anything i want eventhough i don't need it. you always cheer me up with those sweet candies and chocolates... you manage to control my tantrums by telling me stories which you create in your mind that lately i realized, i am that little girl in your story and the big man was you... 

you are the one who taught me how to swim (though i don't know how, and i stop learning because you once let me go- for me to learn it my own; and i got a phobia in swimming). you taught me how to cook though i am not a good chef. i remember when i was still young, everytime you go for work, i cried and never wanted you to go. and you tend to come back, carry me on your shoulders and buy me my favorite bread... after that you kiss me and told me that when you come home by afternoon you'll have something for me... and then i let you go, holding on to your promise that i have something when you come home.. and yes, there was... a toy, a bread, fruits, chocolates, dresses, anything that makes me happy... and that you gave me whatever i ask... 

as i grow up, i am still that Daddy's girl who would have anything i ask... so spoiled by you that i never care if your tired or sick... when i learned to go out with my friends and enjoy the moment of being away from home, i never thought of you missing me because i want to be with them, to be free and independent.. i never care about you worrying on me.. because what i am thinking, i can have anything and get it even beyond your limits... 

i even have the guts to tell you your mistakes and lapses on me... i even raised my voice with you... i forgot to give you respect and i became so bad... i even hated you for the times you say sorry when you can't easily give me what i'm asking for... i even compare you with my friend's dads just because i was angry... but then you never get angry with me ... worst, you never put a hand on me... never did you hurt me Tatay... only that i am hurting you... your feelings...And still you are proud of me as your daughter. 

now, seeing you in that hospital bed, i can't help but feel regrets for the moment that i missed... i never realized that you are getting old and that you need my attention... i'm sorry for i've been numb in your own needs Tatay. im sorry at times when you call my name and that i never answer.. i'm sorry at times i ignore you and prefer to be deaf, and be with my friends... i'm so sorry.. you make me so dependent of you Tay.. and i just can't let you go... 

i don't want you to leave me...i still can't stand on my own Tatay. i still want you to be near me and share with my happy moments..

(I wrote this letter one week before my birthday (oct.7, 2010), two years ago. One month and six days after i wrote this letter my dad passed away leaving me behind with tears...now, i have to be ALONE,. never again that i would have a father who wait wait for me to come home from school or work. never again that there would be someone who knows when i'm deeply sad, and would ask me if i'm alright. Never again that someone will cook for me my favorite "dinuguan"... i still can't let go... but i'm trying to be happy, to move on and continue living this so called life...Because i know, that's how Tatay wanted me to be. And  i know, someday Tatay and i will see each other in heaven and if that comes, i'll gladly accept it for i'm with my dearest Daddy... And i know he's waiting for me and my stories of how i live my life...I LOVE YOU, TATAY... FOREVER and I MISS YOU SO MUCH...)

Miyerkules, Oktubre 5, 2011

few thoughts on 2010 ELECTION (tinago sa baul)

So much hype had been given already to the 2010 presidential elections. I can’t blame anyone for it because choosing our next president is serious business, and that in many ways it will have an impact on our country for better or for worse. But then the hype once bugged me a bit, and now I am asking myself a question: After the elections, what now?

I did some thinking, and I realized that no elections can change our country unless we ourselves change our own attitudes. We are a democracy and that means the real power comes from the people, not the elected leaders. If dictators become powerful as a result of the people’s complacency, so does a good leader fail when the citizens themselves are irresponsible. I believe that it is more than just corruption in the government that keeps our country topsy-turvy; our real problem lies in our own laziness. Even if our new leaders are bonafide saints, our country will not go anywhere if we do not cooperate with the new government and perform our duties and jobs well. But does each of us do that after voting?

JF Kennedy meant it well when he proclaimed that, “Do not ask what your country can do for you, but ask what you can do for your country”. Nation-building is a relationship between people and their leaders, and not simply the burden of the leaders alone. Good government exists just to provide opportunities and certain needs of the people. The larger part of our progress comes from our hard work, discipline, and initiative as citizens. Why, even history has proven many times that even if the leaders were bad, nations can still move on and prosper as long as the people themselves worked and held on to good ideals. So alongside a good government, we ourselves should also be good people and be good at our daily jobs. We, too, should also be the first to obey the basic rules and regulations of our community, and embody the values of love and care for our fellow men.

It is unfortunate that many of us do not heed the wisdom of JF Kennedy. Many of us think that our civic duties end after we have voted for our new leaders. We foolishly believe that they themselves will do all the work for us and no one would even lift a finger to help with their plans. What is worse is that there are also those who think that the only worthwhile thing left to do after the elections is to just sit in one corner and look for all the problems and faults of our government, and when some dirt is found there we go again with EDSA rallies and chaos. Hey, I know it is wrong to deny the anomalies and corruption in the high places, but isn’t it too much to see nothing but the bad in our leaders? Not only are we uncooperative, we also do not see the good efforts that our elected officials are trying to do. We like to protest all day but after protesting, do any of us practice excellence at our daily occupations? Are we ever grateful for the good things that some of our politicians do? Are we good workers in the office? Are we diligent enough as students in school? Do we love each other and care for our fellow men? Very few of us ever have the initiative to work hard and to put more effort in improving our nation and our own lives. And like spoiled brats we fuss, fume, and rally with hate in the streets over the pettiest issues or when we do not get what we want. Oh, we are so fast at denouncing the government when we think that they committed some mistake. But then we, too, break rules and regulations and bribe with impunity and call it “freedom”. It is like seeing the speck in the other’s eye while neglecting the log in one’s own. If our leaders are ever really bad, it may also be because the people from where they came cannot be good or pure, either.

So please, do some thinking. Our responsibilities as patriots and citizens do not end with our vote. Let us move on and give our full support to the officials we put in power. The factory for our progressive future lies in our daily responsibilities. The real work begins after the hoopla of the elections fall silent.

Lunes, Setyembre 26, 2011

Friend

Friend

You are a friend I value so much.
A friend I treasure in my heart.
You are a friend I want to hold
And don’t want to lose-
A friend I want to keep forever.
Deep in my heart there’s a golden bond,
A special feeling,
A secret desire-
A secret love!
I wanted to shout this emotion that was trap.
“Friend I love you so much!
I wish that you would love me back
Not as your friend
But as your sweetheart!”

Huwebes, Hunyo 30, 2011

MISSED CALL


Don’t get me wrong here. I just want to make you understand at this beginning that I’m not so numb. I know what a girl should do and what she shouldn’t. I get around. I listen to the radio. I have lots of friends. So you see, I know who I am. I’m a girl and I know that though they say I’m a man trapped in a woman’s body. I’m more masculine they say. Well, I won’t explain further about what they think of me. First and foremost, this is not what I’m going to tell you. I just want to give you an idea of how I’m not so numb.
            My excitement is surging up every minute when I remember an experience that beat me flat stupid for the first time. It all started with a missed call, one Friday evening when I was busy preparing my report on WRE. No name appeared on my cell phone screen. I thought it was for my friend who was the real owner of the SIM card I’m using. I forwarded my friend’s number on that person thinking that that person would stop from sending me messages. But then, maybe born to pester, it keeps on sending messages that annoys me to the extent that I had to take revenge. We exchange messages until 1:30 a.m. annoying each other. Before I went to sleep that moment a certain thought came into my mind, “I would research for this mysterious person starting tomorrow.”
                        One Sunday, my friend and I had it planned to attend an afternoon mass. After we receive the final blessing, we decided to take a stroll in the town’s plaza sine we rarely see each other. The weather was showering as its raindrops that we dogged to play “catch me if you can”.
            I was running away from my friend when suddenly I slipped. Before my body could touch the sticky, slippery, chocolate- colored    ground, a warm arms cradled around my waist. My savior smiled. I just smiled at him too, just to cover the embarrassment I felt. Before the day ends, we exchange phone numbers for me to find out that he was my annoying text mate.
            You see, it was very funny how I met him. But at that instant, a strange feeling swept me off my feet. I know I was stricken by cupid’s arrow and I fell desperately in love for the first time. He is a man that no girl, I know, will fail to give a second, a third and a fourth glance.
             The moment our eyes met and clashed, I knew he was what I’d be with for a life time. He is a member of the school basketball varsity team. He moved with grace like that of a king of beast. He’s actions were all sure, his voice commanding with authority. Although he is a typical man who is very for-out and hard-headed, he arrested my keen attention.
             He is the rugged but handsome type, happy-go-lucky and never really cares what happens. And on right timing, he, too, was looking for a girl of my type. I know I am neither beautiful nor ugly just plain simple with a face I could show with confidence. His exact words were “strong, straight and frank”. Take note that I have charms of my own.
            Time came that we became inseparable. I would always hold his cell phone everytime he plays basketball and his other things. I am his only girl- friend, the only person who knows his password. I’m the only one who could open his email, and approve or disapprove those who invite him (he-he!)
            Anyone with good perception would sense that a bond has held us both. There was no courtship; we just understand what we want. Our friends keep on asking the score between us but we prefer to keep silent! I never deny! I never admit! I just let those people think! I never even bother to stop for second thought their teasing. We were glued to each other like paper to paper. I become his master and he was my slave. Sometimes he was my master and I was his slave. Never before that have I permitted anyone to dominate me. Never before did it happen too that I have fallen flat to a man. And he’s really quite a man…
            Suddenly, my world turned upside down. He graduated first. On the day of his graduation, I was there! I met his family. After the closing program, he brought me home.
            We stopped at the front gate. And there we stood for a moment. Then he took my hand, holds it for a while before he kissed it gently and said, “I’ll call you.”
            I was here in my room now listening to the radio. I looked at the window. It was raining outside. I don’t know why the weather knew I wanted to rain. I shivered. I waited until a love song from an evening radio station faded away. Everything was quiet. The telephone’s over there.
            But he said he’d call. Yes, that’s what he said, “I’ll call you.” I couldn’t sleep that night.
            And that was two months ago. Tonight was the last day of summer vacation. I had my class 7:30 tomorrow but my eyes were not yet tired. It won’t close so as my mind. I’m sitting here because I couldn’t think of anything else to do I can’t think of anything, anything but the memories two months ago.
            My cell phone’s in front of me showing my favorite screen saver. I don’t even jump when it rings anymore. My heart still prays but my mind laugh out loud. And I’m just sitting here and I’m not feeling anything; I’m not sad; because all of a sudden I know. I can’t sit here forever and laugh and laugh while tears came flowing from my eyes.
            Things will never be the same again. I will be still left alone. Sad ending but I won’t deny I’m still nuts about him. I know as what the stars knew all the time- he’ll never, never call. (Iammai)