The Sting of Goodbye

Sevenink in Singapore

04.26.2007 7:54pm

According to Yahoo Education;

No doubt more than one reader has wondered exactly how goodbye is derived from the phrase "God be with you." To understand this, it is helpful to see earlier forms of the expression, such as God be wy you, god b'w'y, godbwye, god buy' ye, and good-b'wy. The first word of the expression is now good and not God, for good replaced God by analogy with such expressions as good day, perhaps after people no longer had a clear idea of the original sense of the expression. A letter of 1573 written by Gabriel Harvey contains the first recorded use of goodbye: "To requite your gallonde [gallon] of godbwyes, I regive you a pottle of howdyes," recalling another contraction that is still used.

Wikipedia has the same thing to say about this word, a traditional farewell phrase used in the English language.

This word has always been used primarily to connote leaving something or someone important to your heart. Not to the level of deserting their importance or having no use to them but its just that other elements of life much supreme than you or what you have needs to take its toll as to set in place somehow how the universe should work, and as most of us would agree, the culprit would be, none other than – TIME.

Yes so much have been going on for ages as time sits by his most comfortable corner and in most of time’s capability to laugh at lives missing most of its worth using time in the wrong way you end up in tears. And then unknowingly, time shows off its cruelty by speeding away from you when you most enjoyed it. Time is more supreme than joy, is more powerful than love, time can be peaceful but peace can not over write time.

The most absurd idea you might say from someone who does websites, yes I might live from the age of gigabytes and ones and zeroes. But more than any other living species on this earth I’ve had my share of time’s cruel intentions because I believe nothing could have ever happened without it – without time. How can you find yourself as a thirty year old geek without time passing by? How can you promise someone a future if time won’t pass by and bring that future at your hands? And God would return when? Time will tell right?

And where does that leave us? Are we just accidents waiting to happen? I beg to disagree. Sometimes I think if there’s something next to God in terms of supremacy, it would be time. Time sits someplace near God’s throne so that when we pray for something, God’s answer would come in a package delivered with time.

Even saying goodbye must be in coordination with time cause logically you cant say goodbye to things that time have not yet given you. And who would know if you will find yourself walking the same path again? Of course, time would.

I’ve had the greatest this world has to offer, I’ve had the most profound lifestyle that one could not imagine me having. I’ve been cruelly loved by the most defiant of creatures who wears name tags that read “friends”. Now time dictates that I need to pack my bags to de-synthesize my efforts to build from the ruins of unmet social norms, from the accordions of legalism, from the arc of man’s definitive covenant to survival. All of these I hide in the shadow of history’s most significant piece of wood, to a place not worthy for a King, where one Man ended all humanitarian efforts to unite the creation to the Creator. To where the Savior bid goodbye not to us but to the power of death over us.

You define time whichever way you wish, you call it the most beautiful name you want, pack it in the most expensive cloth or even preserve it in some way but at the end of the day the workflow leads to one single time-table.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 God has made EVERYTHING beautiful in His time. Goodbye has it's sting in my own time but never in God’s.

Defeating Ignorant Grief

SevenInk in Singapore
04.25.2007 09:30 AM



Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Psalm 90:14 NIV

I began this day reciting this verse repeatedly, amidst my tears in hope that suddenly I would start singing for joy and be glad all my days.

Unfailing love, translated in the Amplified Bible as God’s mercy and loving-kindness. To where shall I put my trust in times that trust has lost its ground inside the very core of my heart. To where shall I seek joy when my weary eyes have given way to my tears as its master.

Nowadays, when silence seems so loud and grief is comfortable in its new-found home which is my being, making the next step feels like a feat requiring higher level of knowledge. My right foot can’t make its move as my left foot is so sturdy and careless of its other half.

Oh, grief is so ignorant and does not even care to learn. (L.B. Cowman, Streams in the Desert). Ever watched this in real time? Ever had all the colors in your palette but you end up painting grayscale? How about drinking water from an empty glass and yet you expect to be filled?

Pain has numerous ways to count its way inside a man’s heart. Yet my heart would decide if pain indeed would have its way inside me. But as the battle heightens up, I begin to realize that I’m losing by TKO. I seek protection inside the covering of the mighty armor of silence yet the fiercest of my thoughts beats the hell out of me.

I lay my armor, I stare at the horizon, I touch the soft wind and like a whisper to a thunderous scream, I uttered in defeat to God, “lay down your game plan and I’ll zoom my way against all foes knowing You planned it”.

Now I wait for the certain peace in uncertain time. But as God holds the hands of the clock, it would stop whenever its destined to stop.

Time is running out for this mortal breath of mine. But the immortality of eternity waits with abundant joy as the rest of the soldiers of God who lived in this world gloriously triumph bearing no sign of their wounds and no blood to spill as the blood of the Savior already spilled its way for my redemption.

Our joys are made better when sorrow is in the midst of them. And our sorrows become bright through the joys that God has planted around them.(L.B. Cowman, Streams in the Desert)

Unleavened Thoughts

16th of April, 11:48 pm, gate 3 NAIA. Waiting for our boarding announcement, I am now bored, who would not be? My plane ticket says I should have left 3 hours ago,(meaning, I should be in Singapore by now) but still here I am, already bought 2 phone cards to talk to my friends. Oh life, I asked them, “would you want me to leave?, The plane won’t start” my friend just giggled over the phone and told me, “don’t know anything about it”. Good to hear a voice of an angel friend.

This is the most boring boredom that ever landed my bored thoughts. To make matters worst, my mobile phone is almost dead. Why in the world would I keep my phone charger on the bag that I checked in and not on the bag that I’m carrying now? Maybe it’s a result of a Dysphiriangenetical Immuno Acidic Mutation Of Nerves, in short – Lack of Sleep, in Tagalog - “Puyat”.(Ok I admit, I made it up!)

Yes it was a wild ride, the last few days was like a train bound to kingdom come. Everything is scattered on my soft damped carpet, my books are all in place (all of them occupies random location on a Cartesian plane that I call my home)

I don’t know anyone from the group of people that are also bored waiting for the boarding announcement but I find solace in being far from anyone that I knew, for a while but not for a moment.

Now, it made me think about what I would be leaving behind and where I am heading to. It could fall into several categories though, those happy plastic people that would give you their best smile armored with a claw of doubt. And those that possess the ability to shift gears on the fly.

No more waking up on sorry nights, fearing my own tears and clogging my dreams with fabricated sunsets. The final countdown has reached its end, as silence makes up for the lost time that dissonance has taken for itself. I now hold on to the peace that passes all understanding, to the most significant thing that money can not buy, to the happiness that was tainted with eloquent beliefs of the wandering spectators.

Finally, the boarding announcement. And as usual you would hear the “sorry for the inconvenience” litany, as if it would help. And as I board my plane, I leave the rest of my life to the One who would hold my plane to its safe landing, the One who would allow me to walk the road in safety. To the One who knows my most precious thoughts, even my most lonely days. The fear of leaving supersedes the fear of having to start all over again.

It is so hard to cry. But it’s harder to be the reason for someone else’s tears.

Hold your breath.

A mutant’s ordeal of a weird lover of laughter and tears

[Pinakamagulong blog na naisulat ko...mutant mode kasi ako dito december pala nung last ako ng blog..grabe tagal na...]

Intro
Paputol-putol ang ftp connection ko habang ang puno ng saging sa tabi ko ay mayabang na nagsasabing ikaw kasi…pasaway ka!

Ang hirap simulan ng kwentong sasabihin ko ngayon kya sinimulan ko ng walang kwenta…pero kung malalaman nyo lang kung ano tlga gusto kong ikwento ay malamang mamangha kayo at tumugon kayo ng napakamadamdaming “OK!”

Chapter 1 Nagsimula ang Lahat sa Hangin
Sige proceed na tayo, halos tatlong taon na ng una kong narinig ang busina ng jeep sa Remedios at nalanghap ang usok ng nagmamadaling jeep ulit papunta sa Monumento, ngayon malapit nko lumayas ng Pilipinas andun pa rin ang usok na kumakapit sa uniporme ng tiwaling traffic enforcer na wala ng ginawa kundi ang mag piko sa kalye gamit ang makapal na mukha bilang pamato.

Simula noon naging madalas na kung gabi ako umuwi meron kasing training sa isang basement sa San Marcelino, mangilan-ngilang kaluluwa ang dumadalaw dun para makulong ng ilang saglit sa piling ng malaking daga na sobrang mahiyain. Dun ko nakilala ang mga kaibigan ko na inabot na ng bagyo at tidal wave ay kaibigan ko pa rin. Salamat sa inyo ha? At lumipas man ang sandamakmak na rally sa Pilipinas, magkikita pa rin tayo kasi hindi naman tayo bulag. (corny ng joke ko bad trip)

Chapter 2 Para mama!!... bago mag Estrella!
Ansaya nung mga panahon na hindi pa kumplikado ang buhay papunta sa petplans, hindi pa nakakalito pumara ng bus sa pagitan ng tulay at overpass, at hindi pa kelangang sumakay ng elevator na papuntang 11th floor(na nag iisang buhay na palapag sa building na yun nung panahon n iyon).

Chapter 3 Bulong ng Palad
Bago pa dumating ang mga kwento, madami ng kwentuhan, bago dumating ang mga nagpipilit makinig ng mga piniling tinig ay marami na kong nadinig. Antagal na panahon na din palang lumipas madaming tao na rin ang dumaan sa trangkahan ng atensiyon ko. Sabi ng isang kaibigan kong matalik, masyado daw ako mapili sa mga kinakaibigan ko. Aba! At mapili pa pala ako ng lagay na ito? Teka meron bang taong hindi namili ng kaibigan niya? Maliban nlang kung politiko ka malamang gawin mo ito, pero sa katulad nating namamasahe lang ng 9 pesos sa bus na byaheng cubao to boni avenue ay dapat mamili tayo ng kaibigan natin diba?

Chapter 4 Share a Load, Win a Friend
Ewan ko sa iyo at diyan sa katabi mong nagbabasa din nitong blog ko pero ako talaga mas gusto kong mamili ng taong pagkakatiwalaan, yung tipong hindi ka tlga iiwan sa balag ng alanganin. Yung kahit panis na pop corn at boring na soda ay sasamahan ka kasi ang mahalaga yung magkasama kayo at kaya nyong magalit sa isa’t isa ng harapan tapos kakain na kayo ulit ng popcorn at soda, hindi yung plastic na chocolate walnut brownies at choco frap na nagpapanggap na whip cream kapiling ng ngiting pumupunit sa circumference ng mukha ng kausap mo mula kanang tenga hanggang kaliwang tenga.

Chapter 5 Sigaw!
“Huwag ka diyan” sigaw ng katipunerong may hawak na iPod, ng tanungin ng barberong may dalang cd ng cueshe, “bakit?” ang sagot ng katipunero, “sapagkat sinabi ko at ako ay katipunero” - ang labo diba? Minsan ganun sa mundong ibabaw eh, kahit sa mundong gilid at mundong ilalim, nangyayari yun kahit pa munggo lang ang ulam nyo mangyayari pa rin yun. May taong mag-sasabi sayo ng isang bagay na ang basehan lang niya ay kasi siya yun.

Chapter 6 Basang Sisiw sa Gilid ng Tuyong Kalan
Nakakatuwa din minsan na manood ng trailer ng isang suspense thriller na pelikula sa mukha ng kausap mo. Suspense kasi di mo alam kung ano kasunod na sasabihin, thriller kasi nakaka-shock kapag nalaman mo ang susunod na sasabihin, hindi mo alam san nanggaling.

Chapter 7 Wear Your Smile Always - Zionne
Naku katext ko ang kaibigan ko habang ginagawa ko ang blog na ito, at ang payo niya mag-hunos dili daw ako, sabi ko nagsusulat lang naman ako, wala naman akong inaaway. Ska isa pa napagod ako sa trabaho kaya kelangan ko magsulat, ang pagsusulat ay isang bitamina ng utak ko na nakakakapagrelax. Nawawala ang pressure ng trabaho pag nagsusulat ako, nalilimutan ko ang lahat ng problema ko at tumatahimik ako habang nagsusulat.

Conclusion
Sige sa hindi malamang dahilan, tatapusin ko na itong blog ko, anlabo ng title ng blog ko noh?, kahit anong hanap mo dito sa sinulat ko di mo matatagpuan ang ibig kong sabihin unless na weird ka din katulad ko, ay hindi pala ako weird, mutant pala ako.

The Trojan Masterpiece

12.21,2006
A day after the second day
Manila


Disrespectful of authority, radical cynicism, sordid agendas, all in a day’s work. Wonder how you would fill in the gap between being a role model and a visual artist. The latter requiring me to give fewer compliments in exchange for the truth. Majority of the people who would first see the way I work would hate me, that’s almost 95% of the time. But I choose not to become a crowd pleaser still. If some people would not prefer the way I talk, and the way I grumble, I guess they were not the ones who are willing to witness the unfolding of a mystery called, “myself”.

Reckoning tango, what a way to amplify your own worth. Yes it’s true that what most of us have done is too tiring, but is it not tiring also to talk behind some other person’s back? When would people find the guts to tell someone straight in the face that “hey shut up you’re not the only one working here” instead they comfort you with a semi conductor smile and with a synthetic attitude of asking you to eat with them, to join them and the final blow, thanking you for what you have done.

Fears you said? Paranoia? Not in words spoken out of the one who heard. Anyways no time to ask who you are. It’s your call but don’t expect me to come knocking at your door and say “I’m sorry, I do not intend it to be that way”, definitely not, not unless you tell me my faults and not to someone else.

The cancer that ate the system is that all the faces wore a smile before me that very day, and me, in a jolly mood, unsuspecting of a bullet from a friendly fire have bared open amidst the ammunition of acrobatic verbal stunts.

It’s the experts versus the expertise.

Maybe the pull of gravity is less than 9.81m/s(s) from where I am standing, but it doesn’t mean that I validate myself as an object of scorn.

Even dirt has its own place in the ground!

Panahon Na Naman[Dekada Otsenta Part 2]

Una sa lahat, salamat sa mga tugon ng mga tagahanga ng aking blog, salamat sa inyong text at email (magkapatid pa naman kayong dalawa hehehe)

Eto na tayo ulit. Ang dekada otsenta ay hindi lang tungkol sa palabas sa TV, ito ay isang lifestyle na mahirap iwanan. Isang klase ng pamumuhay na nakasanayan na at nakakabit na sa bawat labi na magsasabing siya ay malapit ng mag trenta anyos.

Spray Net. Huwag mong sabihin na ni minsan ay di mo sinubukan gumamit ng spray net ha? Oh cmon! Lalo na ng sumikat si Romnick Sarmienta with matching high-cut na rubber shoes. Dalawa lang ang direksyon ng mga buhok natin nun. Pakaliwa at Pakanan. Yung bangs matigas. Tama ba?

Bagets. Ang bagets ay di lamang pelikula ni Aga Mulach, William Martinez, JC Bonnin at Raymond Lauchengco(tama ba spelling?) Ang bagets ay estilo na rin ng damit. Yung tipong pagbukas mo ng aparador lahat ng kulay na Makita mo ay isusuot mo, at dapat may tali ka sa ulo habang kumakanta ng mga kanta ng Menudo. Wahaha..Menudo naisip ko pa yun. Si Robby Rosa yun…”Got to catch that plane at 7:30..” bunso nila si Ricky Martin at nung pumunta sila sa Pilipinas at mag guest sa Student Canteen, grabe daig ang labanang Pacquiao-Morales(mga boksingerong nabuhay din nung dekada otsenta)

Yakult! San mo unang nakita ang yakult? At saan mo siya madalas makita dati…hmmm ako madalas ko siya makita sa Kuarta o Kahon, yung Yakult:Roleta ng Kapalaran, madalas itong filler sa show ni Kuya Pepe Pimentel, yung laging kaaway ang biyenan niya. RPN9 ito palabas at dito ka makakakita ng malulufet na advertisement..dito rin natin madalas marinig ang national anthem ng mga wallet…”Seiko, Seiko Wallet ang wallet na masuwerte!” cmon raise your hands and sing with me..”Balat nito ay genuine, international pa ang mga design”. Nakakapagod ba? Hindi masyado.

Noong panahon na iyon, wala pang internet. Si Bill Gates ay manina pa sa chicks at si Steven Tyler ng Aerosmith ay kaya pang mag push up ng bente tuwing umaga. Pero kahit walang internet napakarami nating libangan. Isa na rito ang Komiks..Sinong magsasabing ni minsan ay hindi siya nagbasa ng komiks? Ilan sa inyo ang walang patumanggang sumusunod sa kwento na nagtatapos sa ITUTULOY! At next week bibili ka ulit diba? Ano ba mga magagandang komiks dati? Tagalog Klasiks, Pilipino, Aliwan, Pioneer (susme talagang naalala ko pa) Alamat komiks hehe at siyempre ang Liwayway magazine na 1929 pala nung nagsimula ayon sa http://www.alanguilan.com/.

Nabanggit ko dati ang That’s Entertainment sa part one, request ni katotong Marlon na inlove kay Joy banggitin ko daw ang mga pangalan na ito at baka may mapangiti sa inyo. Caselyn Francisco (talagang inuna si Caselyn?), Rudolph Yaptinchay(malay ko sa spelling ng apelyido neto), Benedict Aquino, Nikki Martel, Jojo Alejar, Jestoni Alarcon, at Michael Locsin, haba pa ng listahan tama na muna yan.

May Playstation ka ba ngayon o kaya X-Box? Aba wala yan sa ating kauna unahang computer game noon. ATARI! Naalala ko sumakit ang kamay ko dahil sa kakalaro ng Pac-Man gamit ang joystick nung unang panahon. Pero masaya ang Atari diba?

Sabado anong pinapanood mo? Ako FPJ sa GMA antagal nun, ang galing ni DaKing, lalo na yung mga war movies andami nyang kalaban na hapon pero take note, isa niya lang naka black siya para kitang kita siya sa black and white na screen dati, simple lang ang plot ng mga movie ni FPJ, mahuhuli, gugulpihin, tatakas at reresbak, ganun lagi yun. Ilang mga movies na napanood ko dito ay ang Asedilio, Ang Maestro, Aguila, Durugin si Totoy Bato, Daniel Barrion at syempre ang Panday(special mention si Tata Temiong na nakapulot ng aklat na itim) Tapos di natin alam pagkatapos ng ilang dekada...magiging magkalabang mortal pala ang dalawa na yun FPJ at GMA.

Iba pang palabas sa TV nun na sinubaybayan ng maraming wala pang email address sa Yahoo ay ang; Villa Quintana, Aguila at Valiente(Val Sotto era) Ula ang batang Gubat(Judy Ann Santos)

Last but not the least for this series: Wrestling, halos lahat tayo nanood nito. Siyempre kilala nyo si Hulk Hogan at Ultimate Warrior, Andre the Giant at Yokuzuna. Pati si Earthquake yung long hair na malaking tao din. Meron pa ngang issue nun na si Ultimate Warrior ay hindi na si Ultimate Warrior, ang gulo diba? Kasi namatay na daw dahil napatiran ng ugat. Mga ganung kwento na sinubaybayan natin nung panahon na iyon. Naalala nyo ba si Ravishing Rick Rude? Yung nahubaran sa ring. Si Hacksaw Jim Dougan na ang drama eh may pumalo sa kanya ng kahoy kya mula nun naging wrestler na din siya at siyempre tuwang tuwa tayo kapag may kontrabida na nagiging bida katulad ni Undertaker na laging kasama si Pole Bearer. May dagdag pa ako ha? Si Junkyard Dog at si Jake the Snake Roberts.

Makulay tlga ang Dekada Otsenta, sabi nga sa mga blog na nabasa ko ito ang pinakamasayang panahon kahit wala pang internet at MP3 player masayang masaya na tayo sa mga pinaglalaruan natin katulad ng Pepsi Cola- 7 Up, Siyato, Langit-Lupa Impiyerno(Im-Im-Impiyerno), at Tumbang preso. Saka pag nasa skul tayo nung elementary gustong gusto natin pag birthday ng classmate natin kasi may spaghetti at cake at ice cream at kung mayaman ang classmate mo may clown pa. Mga maliit na bagay na ang sarap i-appreciate. Parang jolens at yo-yo na paborito nating laruin after skul kasama ng Teks(yung parang mga ginupit na komiks, kung dalawa lang kayong magkalaban ang tawag dun sa isang card ay PANABLA), at Kalog(may tatlong pitsa na aalugin ka sa loob ng nakasaradong palad tapos ang pustahan ang mga laruan na na-free sa mga chichirya, may iba’t ibang denomination ito, yung Panday na malambot, ang bilang nun minsan bente minsan trenta, yung maliliit na sundalong kulay green isa lang ang bilang nun, malalaman mong addict ka na sa sugal na ito kung ipinusta mo na ang GI Joe mo n original kasi 500 ang bilang nun, o kya yung Barbie Doll ng kapatid mong babae na minsan ay 1000 ang bilang..PS na-addict ako dito kaya alam ko) Tapos pag gusto niyong pawisan dahil boring na ang Kalog, pumupuwesto kayo kahit saang parte ng kalsada at gumuguhit ng maliit na box tapos sa mejo malayong lugar may Persan…ang tawag dito Tatsing, pagalingan ng hagis kung sinong first malamang ikaw ang madaming makabig at kung last ka naman malamang ang susunod mo ng tira ay sa persan ulit.

Madami pa!

Panahon Na Naman

Dekada Otsenta…kainitan ng akng kamalayan. Aking na-alala courtesy of Kuya Paul, Ate Dina, Henson at may extra pang Joanne at Jane at special na bisita from Bench, si JM. Ansaya ng tugtugan. Naalala ang maraming bagay mula sa REO Speedwagon hanggang sa Starship. Mga bandang sumikat nung panahon na halos kaka memorize ko pa lang ng multiplication table (Note: High School na ako ay namamangha pa ako sa multiplication table at kung papipiliin mas gusto kong kabisahin ang sagot sa crossword puzzle ng pinakasikat na tabloid noon…ang Balita)

Sige. Isa isahin natin. At kung ikaw ay nahilig kay Usher, Black Eyed Peas at sa Linkin Park, baka mejo hindi ka na makarelate ditto. Isang suhestyon isama ang inyong tiyuhin, yung pangalawa sa panganay na magkakapatid ng inyong ama. Huwag ang bunso. Pwede ang panganay.

Simulan natin kay Kuya Germs (nga pala, not in chronological order ang isusulat ko ha? Ito ay ayon sa bilis ng memorya ko habang nagkakape dito sa office ng Musikatha). Sige balik tayo kay Kuya Germs. Siya yung kung tagurian ay Master Showman. Wow! Master na Showman pa. hehehe. Si Kuya Germs ay ang nagpasikat ng mga kabataang artista nun (counterpart ng Starstruck at Star Circle Quest sa panahon ngayon) That’s Entertainment na pinakomplika ng Monday to Friday edition at magpapasikatan ito sa Saturday Presentation. Pag dating ng Linggo ay mapapanood mo pa rin si Kuya Germs sa GMA Supershow.

Bigla ko naalala ang rivalry ni Ate Guy at Ate Vi. Eh usapan dekada otsenta hindi post-war era. Kaya wag na natin palalimin ang topic tungkol sa kanila.

Ano pa ba? Cafeteria Aroma ni Apeng Daldal, grabe walang sinabi ang mga sitcoms ngayon kay pareng Apeng, aba nakaupo lang ito lagi sa isang mesa kasama si Minyong, ang classical na gitarista na opposite ang haba ng patilya nya sa haba ng bangs nya. Pareho na yatang sumakabilang buhay ang dalawang ito, ewan ko lang kya mejo ito nlang muna ang description natin sa kanila.

Meron pa akong naalalang mga palabas sa TV, yung Dayuhan, si Hero Bautista ang bida dito, tuturo nya lang ang kamay nya na parang si Hitler tapos may mangyayari na. Papasok siya sa isang kubo pag labas nya parang time space warp na yun ibang lugar na mapupuntahan nya. Siyempre anjan din ang Yagit, at Gulong ng Palad. Pag mejo ndi ka pa naiiyak eh alalahanin mo ang Flor De Luna at yung kay Julie Vega(RIP) I forgot the title eh text nyo nlang ako pag naalala nyo ha?

Teka, kung ikaw ay nsa edad 25 pababa at nagbabasa ka pa neto. Aba dapat kang palakpakan kasi ibig sabihin maraming naitagong Liwayway magasin ang Tita mo (kapatid nung Tiyuhin mo na binabanggit ko kanina) Kahanga hanga at nakakarelate ka pa dito. Bravo Macro!

Sige tuloy tayo, alam nyo ba ang Eat Bulaga? Hindi yun ang paguusapan natin kundi ang Student Canteen, kung hindi ako nagkakamali kasunod nito ang Lovingly Yours Helen, walang sinabi ang Malaala mo Kaya at Magpakailnman dito, kasi dito nagsimula yung katagang, “Dear Ate Helen, itago nyo nlang ako sa pangalang…..” kainis no? bakit itago sa pangalan eh magtatago nlang bakit hindi pa sa middle initial or apelyido diba mas safe? Tignan nyo..”Dear Ate Helen, itago nyo nlang ako sa apelyidong…” o diba tagong-tago malamang hehehe.

Siyempre hindi lang puro tagalong ang palabas sa TV, meron ding English. Alam nyo ba yung The A Team? Si B.A. Baraccus? Isa lang naman ang plot nila eh. Makukulong sila sa isang kuwarto tapos mag fifigure out sila ng maraming paraan para makalabas at di mo namamalayan may tangke na silang nabuo gamit ang mga lumang cabinet, sintas ng combat shoes, table napkin, pihitan ng lumang transistor at 110 volts na bumbilya.(McGyver ang palabas na halos katulad nito). Hay naku ang haba pa ng listahan. Meron ding kotseng itim na nagsasalita na kung tagurian ay Knight Rider, singer na ngayon ang bida dun. Pero bago siya naging singer ay naging lifeguard muna siya sa Baywatch.

Andami ko pang gustong ikwento tawa ng tawa ang ang mga kasama ko dito sa office eh nagtatanong lang naman ako ng mga trivias nung dekada otsenta. Siguro ang gagawin ko nlang gagawan ko nlang ito ng part 2 kasi masyado na yatang mahaba. Pero actually kaya ko ng sumulat ng libro na puro patungkol lang sa dekada otsenta kaya lang boring eh. Dapat may climax sa DOJ at Comelec sa kasalukuyang panahon. Classic yun eh.

Sige hanggang dito na lang uuwi n kami eh.

Abangan ang Part 2.

If.I.Was.Rich

10/23/2006 03:38pm
Singapore

If I was rich…I’d buy poverty and I’d sell them to the thieves, I could even give it to them for free…whichever way they want it, but you say thieves are already poor? I’m not talking about the poor thieves…I’m talking about influential thieves, those thieves that dictate the actions of the poorer thieves. The thieves that take away your future, your dreams, those that come to steal, and destroy (yeah sometimes they do kill….they kill hopes). If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay the debt of the whole world…I’d feed the hungry…clothe the naked and teach them how to find food with their clothes on. I remember the picture of an African child struggling in the desert for food as vultures wait for his last breath. I’d buy the desert for him and turn it into his own playground. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d make good movies…clean music…I’d make sure that no child would be involved in pornography and if there’s money left for me I’d buy pornography and put in the depths of the sea. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay drug lords, drug dealers…I’d pay them 100 times of what they are earning just to dispose of every destructive chemical in their hands. I’d pay scientists and doctors to provide a way out for the drug addicts. I’d pay them well. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d pay every parent to stay near their child. I’d pay them 100 times of what they earn at work and give time to their children. If only I was rich.

If I was rich…I’d buy every weapon of mass destruction and dispose of them…I’d pay world leaders to shut up because they can’t do a thing about it. I’d buy the United Nations and create real unity among nations. I’d put a price to every war effort that any world leader would think of. If only I was rich.

But…..

I am not rich…that’s why I wrote this blog. ‘cause if I am really rich. I WOULD NOT CARE… ‘cause I would not know what poverty is…I would not know that drugs are destructive and I would get richer selling weapons. And if you watch a movie with me? I’d make sure there’s blood all over the screen. And I would leave my family behind, who cares? they would be rich also.

Maybe I would be paying people to write my blog. And I have so much money I would not really care what those people write.

Thank God, I’m not rich. Thank God for today.

And I pray. If God would make me rich. It would be worth it.

WORTH IT!

Losing.Life

Losing.Life
Bedok North Ave 3, Singapore
11:59pm 10/21/2006

Oh joy, I left you on solid ground before I fell to the silence of my growing pain. I can’t remember how you looked like as you sneak from behind my dreams. I can’t see clearly as I search from the wholeness of you. If I would have the riches of this world and not have joy, I’d rather trade my breath for one cold smile. I’d rather leave my shadow for the glory of the stars in the sky.

Forgotten, that’s where I would be going, that’s what I would become. To all the souls I passed by, walked with, lived with and loved as my own. From dust I come from, dust I am, dust I become. And as you don’t call dust by name. I become equal with nothing, a prelude to vacancy. The art of the work of my hand which dignified the color of calmness is now a resounding vastness of defeat.

Saved by grace.

This is what matters.

Regardless of being left alone…regardless of being humiliated with my own deeds. Salvation came.

And as you leave, wherever you will be...the promise will always conquer all doubts.

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:7

Day.One

Just this morning, I was cramming on a marketing presentation minus the basic number of hours required to sleep. With the tender aroma of a half awake consciousness I left my agenda of having a successful slumber party years ago when I have no plan of doing the things that I am over capable of doing now.

Working in the wee hours of the morning, its so good to have a friend to stand up with you when your own adulterated organizational skills are listed some hundreds of steps below the “Ten Effective Steps to Become Effective”. Thanks to somebody else, things are getting done the way it should be.

In a sense, if you may not learn to do a specific skill, and somebody else gave you a hand along the way, you learn even greater things. You learn intangible things much better than digital outputs. You learn to smile, you learn to care more and to give up on truth, you learn to wake up on the right side of the bed, you learn to inspire other people to give out their true smile.

“True smile” whoever has this nowadays is worth envying in exponential proportions. It’s just around the corner of “True joy” and “Peace that passes all understanding”. It’s not so difficult to give yet so distant to achieve. It is life’s purpose meter. It tells you how to go on when things are on the halt. It is something I don't see in the mirror every morning. Radiantly, I saw this in a friend. And thankfully I have a clear marker to where I should be tapping the rods of my “self-achieving” motives.

4.30 pm, somewhere above the earth, besides the clouds, on a plane bound to singapore, I was blessed to have a chat with two strangers who symbolized the simplicity of what I left behind.

With simple dreams and hopes, with nothing else to hold on to, we were seated next to each other, and guess who ended up realizing that it is he who has the best of both worlds but have none to partake?

I’ll give you a clue…

There where three of us…and I was listening…

Well I guess you got it right.