Laugh Time - Funny Answers to Game Show Questions :D

Q: “Ano sa Tagalog ang teeth?” 
A: “Utong!”

Q: “Kung ang light ay ilaw, ano naman ang lightning?” 
A: “Umiilaw!”

Q: “Kung vegetarian ang tawag sa kumakain ng gulay, ano ang tawag sa kumakain ng tao?" 
A: “Humanitarian?”

Q: “Sina Michael at Raphael ay mga… 
” A: “Ninja?”

Q: “Ano ang karaniwang kasunod ng kidlat?” 
A: “Sunog!”

Q: “Magbigay ng sikat na Willie.” 
A: “Willie da pooh!”

Q: “Ang mga Hindu ay galing sa aling bansa?” 
A: “Hindunesia?”

Q: “Anong hayop si King Kong?” 
A: “Pagong!”

Q: “Magbigay ng mabahong pagkain.” 
A: “Tae!”

Q: “Saang bansa matatagpuan ang mga Canadians?” 
A: “Canadia!”

Q: “Kumpletuhin – Little Red…” 
A: “Ribbon!”

Q: “Ano ang tinatanggal sa itlog bago ito kainin?” 
A: “Buhok?”

Q: “Magbigay ng pagkain na dumidikit sa ngipin.” 
A: “Tinga!”

Q: “Anong oras kadalasang pinapatay ang TV?” 
A: “Pag balita?”

Q: “Sinong higanteng G ang tinalo ni David?” 
A: “Godzilla?”

Q: “Ano ang mas malaki, itlog ng ibon o sanggol ng tao?” 
A: “Itlog ng tao!”

Q: “Anong S ang tawag sa duktor nag nago-opera?” 
A: “Sadista?”

Q: “Blank is the best policy.” 
A: “Ice tea?”

Q: “Anong parte ng itlog ang masarap?” 
A: “Yung tangkay?”

Q: “Saan binaril si Jose Rizal?” 
A: “Sa likod!”

Q: “Fill in the blanks – Beauty is in the eye of the ____.” 
A: “Tiger?”

Q: “Ano ang kinakain ng monkey-eating eagle?” 
A: “Saging!”

Q: “Kung ang suka ay vinegar, ano naman ang Inggles ng toyo?” 
A: “Baliw!”

Q: “Anong tawag mo sa kapatid ng nanay mo?” 
A: “Kamag-anak!”

Q: “Saan nakukuha ang sakit na AIDS?” 
A: “Sa motel?”

Q: “Kung ang H2O ay water, ano naman ang CO2?” 
A: “Cold water!”

Q: “Sinong cartoon charcater ang sumisigaw ng yabba dabba doo?” 
A: “Si scooby dooby doo?”

Q: “Heto na si kaka, bubuka-bukaka.” 
A: “Operadang bakla?”

Q: “Ilan ang bituin sa American flag?” 
A: “Madami!”

Q: “Ano ang tawag mo sa taong isa lang ang mata?” 
A: “Abnormal!” 

The Filipino Today

Let me repost this very nice article written by Atty. Alex Lacson. If you are a Filipino, spread this everywhere!

The Filipino today
By Alex Lacson

After the August 23 hostage drama, there is just too much negativity about and against the Filipino.

“It is difficult to be a Filipino these days”, says a friend who works in Hongkong. “Nakakahiya tayo”, “Only in the Philippines” were some of the comments lawyer Trixie Cruz-Angeles received in her Facebook. There is this email supposedly written by a Dutch married to a Filipina, with 2 kids, making a litany of the supposed stupidity or idiocy of Filipinos in general. There was also this statement by Fermi Wong, founder of Unison HongKong, where she said – “Filipino maids have a very low status in our city”. Then there is this article from a certain Daniel Wagner of Huffington Post, wherein he said he sees nothing good in our country’s future.

Clearly, the hostage crisis has spawned another crisis – a crisis of faith in the Filipino, one that exists in the minds of a significant number of Filipinos and some quarters in the world.

It is important for us Filipinos to take stock of ourselves as a people – of who we truly are as a people. It is important that we remind ourselves who the Filipino really is, before our young children believe all this negativity that they hear and read about the Filipino.

We have to protect and defend the Filipino in each one of us.

The August 23 hostage fiasco is now part of us as Filipinos, it being part now of our country’s and world’s history. But that is not all that there is to the Filipino. Yes, we accept it as a failure on our part, a disappointment to HongKong, China and to the whole world.

But there is so much more about the Filipino.

In 1945, at the end of World War II, Hitler and his Nazi had killed more than 6 million Jews in Europe. But in 1939, when the Jews and their families were fleeing Europe at a time when several countries refused to open their doors to them, our Philippines did the highly risky and the unlikely –thru President Manuel L Quezon, we opened our country’s doors and our nation’s heart to the fleeing and persecuted Jews. Eventually, some 1,200 Jews and their families made it to Manila. Last 21 June 2010, or 70 years later, the first ever monument honoring Quezon and the Filipino nation for this “open door policy” was inaugurated on Israeli soil, at the 65-hectare Holocaust Memorial Park in Rishon LeZion, Israel.

The Filipino heart is one of history’s biggest, one of the world’s rare jewels, and one of humanity’s greatest treasures.

In 2007, Baldomero M. Olivera, a Filipino, was chosen and awarded as the Scientist for the Year 2007 by Harvard University Foundation, for his work in neurotoxins which is produced by venomous cone snails commonly found in the tropical waters of Philippines. Olivera is a distinguished professor of biology at University of Utah, USA. The Scientist for the Year 2007 award was given to him in recognition to his outstanding contribution to science, particularly to molecular biology and groundbreaking work with conotoxins. The research conducted by Olivera’s group became the basis for the production of commercial drug called Prialt (generic name – Ziconotide), which is considered more effective than morphine and does not result in addiction.

The Filipino mind is one of the world’s best, one of humanity’s great assets.

The Filipino is capable of greatness, of making great sacrifices for the greater good of the least of our people. Josette Biyo is an example of this. Biyo has masteral and doctoral degress from one of the top universities in the Philippines – the De La Salle University (Taft, Manila) – where she used to teach rich college students and was paid well for it. But Dr Biyo left all that and all the glamour of Manila, and chose to teach in a far-away public school in a rural area in the province, receiving the salary of less than US$ 300 a month. When asked why she did that, she replied “but who will teach our children?” In recognition of the rarity of her kind, the world-famous Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in the United States honoured Dr Biyo a very rare honor – by naming a small and new-discovered planet in our galaxy as “Biyo”.

The Filipino is one of humanity’s best examples on the greatness of human spirit!

Efren Penaflorida was born to a father who worked as a tricycle driver and a mother who worked as laundrywoman. Through sheer determination and the help of other people, Penaflorida finished college. In 1997, Penaflorida and his friends formed a group that made pushcarts (kariton) and loaded them with books, pens, crayons, blackboard, clothes, jugs of water, and a Philippine flag. Then he and his group would go to the public cemetery, market and garbage dump sites in Cavite City – to teach street children with reading, math, basic literacy skills and values, to save them from illegal drugs and prevent them from joining gangs. Penaflorida and his group have been doing this for more than a decade. Last year, Penaflorida was chosen and awarded as CNN Hero for 2009.

Efren Penaflorida is one of the great human beings alive today. And he is a Filipino!

Nestor Suplico is yet another example of the Filipino’s nobility of spirit. Suplico was a taxi driver In New York. On 17 July 2004, Suplico drove 43 miles from New York City to Connecticut, USA to return the US$80,000 worth of jewelry (rare black pearls) to his passenger who forgot it at the back seat of his taxi. When his passenger offered to give him a reward, Suplico even refused the reward. He just asked to be reimbursed for his taxi fuel for his travel to Connecticut. At the time, Suplico was just earning $80 a day as a taxi driver. What do you call that? That’s honesty in its purest sense. That is decency most sublime. And it occurred in New York, the Big Apple City, where all kinds of snakes and sinners abound, and a place where – according to American novelist Sydney Sheldon – angels no longer descend. No wonder all New York newspapers called him “New York’s Most Honest Taxi Driver”. The New York City Government also held a ceremony to officially acknowledge his noble deed. The Philippine Senate passed a Resolution for giving honors to the Filipino people and our country.

In Singapore, Filipina Marites Perez-Galam, 33, a mother of four, found a wallet in a public toilet near the restaurant where she works as the head waitress found a wallet containing 16,000 Singaporean dollars (US $11,000). Maritess immediately handed the wallet to the restaurant manager of Imperial Herbal restaurant where she worked located in Vivo City Mall. The manager in turn reported the lost money to the mall’s management. It took the Indonesian woman less than two hours to claim her lost wallet intended for her son’s ear surgery that she and her husband saved for the medical treatment. Maritess refused the reward offered by the grateful owner and said it was the right thing to do.

The Filipina, in features and physical beauty, is one of the world’s most beautiful creatures! Look at this list – Gemma Cruz became the first Filipina to win Miss International in 1964; Gloria Diaz won as Miss Universe in 1969; Aurora Pijuan won Miss International in 1970; Margie Moran won Miss Universe in 1973; Evangeline Pascual was 1st runner up in Miss World 1974; Melanie Marquez was Miss International in 1979; Ruffa Gutierrez was 2nd runner up in Miss World 1993; Charlene Gonzalez was Miss Universe finalist in 1994; Mirriam Quiambao was Miss Universe 1st runner up in 1999; and last week, Venus Raj was 4th runner up in Miss Universe pageant.

I can cite more great Filipinos like Ramon Magsaysay, Ninoy Aquino, Leah Salonga, Manny Pacquaio, Paeng Nepomuceno, Tony Meloto, Joey Velasco, Juan Luna and Jose Rizal. For truly, there are many more great Filipinos who define who we are as a people and as a nation – each one of them is part of each one of us, for they are Filipinos like us, for they are part of our history as a people.

What we see and hear of the Filipino today is not all that there is about the Filipino. I believe that the Filipino is higher and greater than all these that we see and hear about the Filipino. God has beautiful story for us as a people. And the story that we see today is but a fleeting portion of that beautiful story that is yet to fully unfold before the eyes of our world.

So let’s rise as one people. Let’s pick up the pieces. Let’s ask for understanding and forgiveness for our failure. Let us also ask for space and time to correct our mistakes, so we can improve our system.

To all of you my fellow Filipinos, let’s keep on building the Filipino great and respectable in the eyes of our world – one story, two stories, three stories at a time – by your story, by my story, by your child’s story, by your story of excellence at work, by another Filipino’s honesty in dealing with others, by another Pinoy’s example of extreme sacrifice, by the faith in God we Filipinos are known for.


Every Filipino, wherever he or she maybe in the world today, is part of the solution. Each one of us is part of the answer. Every one of us is part of the hope we seek for our country. The Filipino will not become a world-class citizen unless we are able to build a world-class homeland in our Philippines.

We are a beautiful people. Let no one in the world take that beauty away from you. Let no one in the world take away that beauty away from any of your children! We just have to learn – very soon – to build a beautiful country for ourselves, with an honest and competent government in our midst.

Mga kababayan, after reading this, I ask you to do two things.

First, defend and protect the Filipino whenever you can, especially among your children. Fight all this negativity about the Filipino that is circulating in many parts of the world. Let us not allow this single incident define who the Filipino is, and who we are as a people. And second, demand for good leadership and good government from our leaders. Question both their actions and inaction; expose the follies of their policies and decisions. The only way we can perfect our system is by engaging it. The only way we can solve our problem, is by facing it, head on.

We are all builders of the beauty and greatness of the Filipino. We are the architects of our nation’s success.

To all the people of HK and China, especially the relatives of the victims, my family and I deeply mourn with the loss of your loved ones. Every life is precious. My family and I humbly ask for your understanding and forgiveness.

I Like You

I first read this many years back, when my waist was 6 inches smaller, and my weight some 20 pounds lighter.  I misplaced my copy and because I forgot the title and the name of the author, I had a difficult time finding it in the Net.  But persistence is the word of the day and so I found it and am sharing it with you. 

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I LIKE YOU

BY Sandol Stoddard Warburg

I like you and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.
I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, Remember when you told me something special
And both of us remember

When I think something is important
you think it’s important too
We have good ideas
When I say something funny, you laugh
I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too
Hah-hah!
I like you because you know where I’m ticklish
And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes
But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too
You know how to be silly
That’s why I like you
Boy are you ever silly
I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you
I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly
Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never
Too late, it’s a quarter past silly
Sometimes we don’t say a word
We snurkle under fences
We spy secret places
If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off
You are one too
If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,
then you are getting ready to jump
HOORAY!

That’s because you really like me
You really like me, don’t you
And I really like you back
And you like me back and I like you back
And that’s the way we keep on going every day

If you go away, then I go away too
or if I stay home, you send me a postcard
You don’t just say Well see you around sometime, bye
I like you a lot because of that
If I go away, I send you a postcard too
And I like you because if we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
Then you are the one that is yelling for me

And I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don’t always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad
You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time

I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too
It’s awful when the other person isn’t
They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose

I like you because if I think I am going to throw up
then you are really sorry
You don’t just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that
You say, maybe it was something you ate
You say, the same thing happened to me one time
And the same thing did

If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one
If I find four, I give you two
If we only find three, we keep on looking
Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don’t

If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too
Then it’s fun to have a broken arm
I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours
We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

I like you because I don’t know why but
Everything that happens is nicer with you
I can’t remember when I didn’t like you
It must have been lonesome then

I like you because because because
I forget why I like you but I do
So many reasons
On the 4th of July I like you because it’s the 4th of July
On the fifth of July, I like you too
If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses
If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines
We could be a HOLIDAY
We could be a CELEBRATION
We could be a WHOLE PARADE
See what I mean?

Even if it was the 999th of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again
That’s how it would happen every time
I don’t know why
I guess I don’t know why I really like you
Why do I like you
I guess I just like you
I guess I just like you because I like you.

Journey to Middle Earth: Our Mt. Pinatubo trekking experience

While everybody was heading out for  beaches and swimming pools to escape the blistering heat of summer, our group of fourteen bravely confronted the  sun and dust one fine Saturday morning for the conquest of a lifetime - the crater of the still active Mt. Pinatubo.

We were only four in the initial list. It eventually grew to 18, which got trimmed down to 14 after a few backed out.  Guided by many blogs in the Internet on how to get there and how much it would cost us,  we pooled funds, backpacked and excitedly clambered onto an offroad jeep upon arrival at Capas, Tarlac.

It was a bumpy one and a half hour ride, traversing lahar-laden plains, studded by rocks and giant boulders here and there.  There were occassional streams that the jeep had to cross. We saw some native Aetas along the way - on a carabao sled, doing the laundry at a rocky stream, or just walking under the heat of the sun. 

At some point of the ride, the jeep had to negotiate a narrow uphill road, which the tour guide said was the same site where four foreigners fell at the height of typhoon Pepeng last year, and died. Scary, but never mind - the view  was amazing.   We stopped midway for the requisite photo op. We were in the middle of a scene straight from the Lord of the Rings, episode: fellowship with nature. Around us were  majestic formation of rocks and hardened mountains of lahar, jutting out of lahar-covered grounds. 

Many mountains were "shaved" at the side due to erosion, revealing gray-colored walls, a perfect contrast to the greens of the grass, bushes and ferns.

After taking pictures, we took the jeep once more for another forty-five minutes of  head-bobbing ride. And then finally, the drop-off point.  Around a dozen offroad jeeps were already there, indicating several groups got to the crater ahead of us, thanks to the monstrous traffic at the NLEX which got us delayed for an hour or so. More picture-taking sessions and then off we went for the 45-minute trek. 


The sun was shining full blast (it was almost 11:00 am) but the narrow trail was thankfully shaded  by the mountains. It was a mild  uphill climb. Rocks littered the trail but they were gratefully small enough to step onto and were not slippery.    There were streams of cool water along the way where we happily dipped our tired feet. The sound of gurgling waters from the streams was also soothing.  

The sign at the start of the trail said "15 minutes for the young age, 18 minutes for the middle age, and 20 minutes for the senior citizens". Whoever timed the trek for that sign must have been one of the Supers.We spent some 40 minutes for the trail. Or maybe we were just older than senior citizens. :)


When we finally reached the crater, we immediately forgot the aching joints, the sweat, the hunger, and the thirst.  The same crater that spewed fiery lava almost two decades ago - that buried several towns, that killed hundreds of people, that displaced thousands of residents - greeted us with her majestic grandeur, her cyan lake so calm, so quiet, so still, so beautiful.  A landscaping feat only God can accomplish. There is no other thing to do but to inhale the beauty and serenity of the place. And of course, more picture taking.

HOW TO GET THERE
If you're taking the bus from Manila, get on a Lingayen or Dagupan bound-bus and alight at Capas, Tarlac. From Capas Public Market, take the jeep or rent a tricycle going to Bgy. Sta. Juliana. 

In our case, we brought our own vehicle.  From San Jose Del Monte in Bulacan, we took the NLEX and exited at Sta. Ines. We then took the McArthur Highway until we reached Capas,Tarlac. Landmarks along the way: Camp O'Donnel, Capas National Shrine. Upon reaching Capas Public Market, turn left for Bgy. Sta. Juliana. Look for the Pinatubo Development Corporation  (PDC) Office. That's where you will register.

Francis, our contact person, met us at the Caltex station near McDonalds at Capas. With his scooter, he led us to the road going to Bgy. Sta. Juliana, the gateway to Mt. Pinatubo. At Bgy. Sta. Juliana, we were met by Ronald, Francis' brother who assisted us in registering at the PDC office and in paying the required fees. Then off we went to the bumpy ride.

HOW MUCH

These are the fees at the PDC:

Registration: P300/head

Rental for 4 x 4 jeep : P2,500.00 - good for five heads, max. If you are six in the group, they will require you to get 2 jeeps

Tour guide: P500.00 - one for each jeep

Skyway fee: P500.00 - for each jeep
Parking Fee: P50.00 (flat rate)

Add to these fees the bus fare, if you are taking the bus. Or the gasoline expenses and the toll fees, if you are bringing your own vehicle.

There are packages offered by tour groups. The lowest I saw in the Internet is P3,000.00,  including lunch. The highest is  P8,000.00. In our group (we were fourteen), each contributed P1,500.00 which included the  PDC fees and the gasoline expenses. We ordered lunch at McDonalds.

WHAT TO EXPECT

1. Expect not just a bumpy road but a super dusty road. Not advisable for people with asthma. We all ended up with sticky hair which took several sachets of shampoo to wash off. You can choose to take the shower at the PDC shower room for P100.00. Three from our group did just that. The rest had fun pumping water from the artesian well at the parking lot and taking a bath, probinsya-style, for free.

2. Don't expect much from the tour guides. I have a feeling that you get them just because they are part of the contract terms of the Koreans managing the PDC. We had trouble locating them when we were at the crater. They have very little knowledge about the place. I even overheard one guide feeding the wrong information to a local tourist. In fact, what I knew about the place, I got not from the guides but from persistent research in the Internet before going there.

3. Expect thirst. It's an hour and a half ride, under the heat of the sun. Bring lots of water.

4. You don't need an umbrella for the trekking :) Seriously, I considered bringing one. Thankfully, I did not. The mountains perfectly shade the trail. The sound of gurgling waters from the streams is also soothing.

5. The crater lake is breathtakingly beautiful. But heed the sign - swimming is not recommended.  The water is   enticing but I think I did not read enough blogs. The crater lake is also home to worm-like creatures! One of us spotted the worms on the shirt of another. I don't know what they are called, scientifically. They were small, one centimeter I think. Pinkish, some were reddish. For sure, they were not wrigglers because they were not as wriggly. I immediately jumped out of the water, called my son and inspected his shirt. Thankfully, he had none on his shirt. I had one or two. One of us had around 20 worms or more clinging on her shirt. They were alive, moving, crawling. I would have died. So don't go there for the swim, you might be disappointed. Go there to enjoy the breathtaking scenery and inhale the serenity of the place, and to bask in the pride of conquering an active volcano.

6. There is no comfort room up there. If you need to pee, pee at the PDC office before going up, or wait until you get back, which would be about three hours from the crater. There's a changing cubicle near the lake if you want to swim. The cubicle has a toilet seat which you will not want to use, promise. And only half of the cubicle has roof. I kept looking up while I was changing.

7. The crater lake is around seventy or eighty steps down from the end of the trail. Going down to the crater lake is easy. Going up is not. Peanuts if you are an experienced mountain climber. My idea of going up that high is through an elevator, or at least, an escalator.

8. Be prepared to eat on the floor. PDC has not yet thought about putting tables at their cottages up at the crater.There's a snacks booth up there at the crater but you have to shell out P70.00 for a Coke in can.

9. You will be hungry when you get back, even if you've had a hearty lunch at the crater. PDC has a restaurant but I heard the food is expensive. We opted for the sari-sari store/turo-turo just across the PDC Office. Why, Koreans were also lining up for a taste of isaw and tenga! Yummy. And the halo-halo was heaven after a long, hot and dusty day.

10. Globe, Smart and Sun are not everywhere. There's no more signal a few meters away from the PDC office.

11. The trail is closed  during the rainy season, especially after the tragic death last year of foreigners who braved typhoon Pepeng. Best time to go there is during the sunny months of March to May.

Lest I forget, our contact person's mobile number is 0927-9887277.

Have a safe, bumpy ride. Don't forget your camera. :)


credit: photos by Mervin Landingin

Today I Will Make a Difference

by Max Lucado
http://www.golivewire.com/forums/peer-nnaten-support-a.html

Today I will make a difference. I will begin by controlling my thoughts. A person is the product of his thoughts. I want to be happy and hopeful. Therefore, I will have thoughts that are happy and hopeful. I refuse to be victimized by my circumstances. I will not let petty inconveniences such as stoplights, long lines, and traffic jams be my masters. I will avoid negativism and gossip. Optimism will be my companion, and victory will be my hallmark. Today I will make a difference.

I will be grateful for the twenty-four hours that are before me. Time is a precious commodity. I refuse to allow what little time I have to be contaminated by self-pity, anxiety, or boredom. I will face this day with the joy of a child and the courage of a giant. I will drink each minute as though it is my last. When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever. While it is here, I will use it for loving and giving. Today I will make a difference.

I will not let past failures haunt me. Even though my life is scarred with mistakes, I refuse to rummage through my trash heap of failures. I will admit them. I will correct them. I will press on. Victoriously. No failure is fatal. It’s OK to stumble… . I will get up. It’s OK to fail… . I will rise again. Today I will make a difference.

I will spend time with those I love. My spouse, my children, my family. A man can own the world but be poor for the lack of love. A man can own nothing and yet be wealthy in relationships. Today I will spend at least five minutes with the significant people in my world. Five quality minutes of talking or hugging or thanking or listening. Five undiluted minutes with my mate, children, and friends.

Today I will make a difference.

Beyond Forgetting

First time I heard this poem was some two decades ago, when GM Blue Cadavillo, then GM of Quezon Metro WD, delivered it during a fellowship night in one PAWD meeting somewhere in Laguna. I heard the poem, I fell in love with it and never left my heart ever since. Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barret Browning only takes second place.

BEYOND FORGETTING

Rolando A. Carbonell

For a moment I thought I could forget you.

For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.

I thought the past could no longer haunt me-nor hurt me.

How wrong I was!

For the past, no matter how distant is as much a part of me as life itself.

And you are part of that life.

You are so much a part of me-my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions-

that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you.

Many little delights and things remind me of you.

Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings?

Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face,

be lost among the deepening shadows?

I have wanted to be alone.

I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song . . .

And yet I remembered.

For who could forget the memory of the once lovely,

the once beautiful, the once happy world such as ours?

I came

because the song that I kept through the years was waiting to be sung.

I cannot sing it without you.

The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune,

because you and I had been one.

I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness.

Can’t you understand?

Can’t you define the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you?

Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?

You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference.

But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart.

For how could I essay the intensity of my love

when silence speaks a more eloquent tone?

But, perhaps you didn’t understand

Remember, I came,

because the gnawing loneliness is there

and it will not be lost until the music is sung,

until the poem is heard,

until the silence is understood . . .

until you come to me again.

For you alone can blend music and memory

into one consuming ecstasy.

You alone . . .

Little boy no more

Last night, I noticed that my boy's voice cracked while giving instructions to his dad about a video game they were both crazy about. I really did not mind it when I again noticed that his voice is now a bit deeper than before. Then it dawned on me, "OMG! He is slowly turning into a man! My little boy no more!"

I stared at him, this big bundle of joy who used to be curled up under the baby blanket as I hummed a lullaby. He is taller than me now, after only 12 years (he's turning 13 on February 5). Still fascinated with cars but no longer the little toy ones he used to have several years back. It's now racing cars in video games. He no longer clings to my arms whenever he learns that I will go to the mall. He prefers to stay home and play basketball with his set of friends, thank you. I can no longer kiss him goodbye in front of his classmates. "Sa car lang, mama!"

I feel that I am slowly, slowly losing my boy to the adult world. I know  I still have around eight years before that  happens but I am beginning to feel the loneliness. Last night, I really hugged him tight. I had to. For tomorrow, he may prefer some other arms to hug him tight by then.

Cold January mornings

I don't think I will survive in the icy USA or any other part of the world where there is snow. I think I'm going to freeze there to death. 

This morning, I found it difficult to get my ass out of bed. Reason: I was freezing underneath two blankets and a comforter. And it was only 22 degrees outside. My son knocked twice to wake me up. The third time he was already starting to nag. "Mama, late na ako! Bumangon na nga kayo dyan!" Kayo meant me, Patricia and Andrea. That was 6:15. He was already ready for school by 5:45. I grudgingly got up, bringing the two other "women" with me. The two did not want to take a bath. "Mama, malamig..." Me, I lingered in the bathroom, conditioned my mind that it is Monday today and I should not be late for the office. Maybe I lingered long enough. I was midway bathing when I heard the car go vrooom-vrooom!!! I hoped my husband comes back for me. Thankfully, he did.

Haiti earthquake

My heart and my prayers go to the people of Haiti. With the magnitude 7 earthquake that hit their country yesterday, many of them lost their homes, their properties, their families, their lives.

The pictures all over the Net say more than the printed words of the news. Port-au-Prince, Haiti's capital, lie in ruins.  Thousands died and thousands more are feared death beneath the concrete structures that have collapsed as search and rescue workers pile dead bodies on top of another. Corpses are being pulled out from underneath the rubble. People cry out for help to be rescued. Survivors grieve over lost families and friends. Rescue workers frantically search for survivors. 

Vewing the pictures was very depressing. Mabigat sa dibdib. It's never easy to lose the things you worked for and the people you love. I can never approximate the grief that the survivors feel.

May God who created everything take in heaven all those who died from the tremor  and place them by His side. May no earthquake of this magnitude nor lesser strike again in any part of the Earth. May the people of the world be unselfish in helping the Haitians rebuild their nation and their lives.

Postscript to the Maguindanao massacre

A small portion of Maguindanao, just a stone’s throw away from where the boundary of Cotabato City and Maguindanao lies, was my childhood playground. I wasn’t born there but my family lived there for more than a decade. It was there where I played patintero, taguan and tumbang preso with the neighborhood children. With them, I climbed aratiles trees, caught dragonfllies and picked gumamela for Flores de Mayo. During summer, we would venture near the bank of Rio Grande where several mango trees bore sweet, golden yellow fruits which we would devour to our hearts content. I walked everyday, from our house to my school which was about a kilometer away. But it never was tiring. I had friends who walked with me and we endlessly talked about crushes and proms and projects as we crossed Quirino Bridge. We would go to church every Sunday and attend religious processions. I never got scared of bombs or kidnappers. At that time, the bombs were in the boondocks of North Cotabato. Not in Maguindanao. Not in Cotabato City. Not anywhere near I lived.

And so that morning when I awoke to the news of the Maguindanao massacre, I cried. I cried because I could not believe that the place so dear to me and which gave me many happy memories has become a killing field. I cried because I could not comprehend why people kill to ensure their hold to power. I cried because the victims were innocent people, unaware of the fate that awaited them when they joined that convoy to the Comelec.

Fifty-eight people, mostly women, died. Shot at close-range. Mercilessly killed. Raped. Shot again when they showed any sign of life. Buried in waiting graves.

I cannot imagine the panic and the terror that they felt from the moment they were accosted to that fateful second their unforgiving killers riddled their bodies with bullets, the anguish of their families, and of the children left motherless because their mama happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I hope that the victims will find justice, and I hope they find it fast.

I hope that the perpetrators and the masterminds will find it in their hearts to admit the crime and face the harshness of the law.

Most of all, I hope that peace will find its way once more to the rich and beautiful province of Maguindanao so that its children will once more be able to climb aratiles and mango trees, cross Quirino bridge and play around the neighborhood without fear of abduction and helplessly dying from high-powered guns of barbaric people.