Best Things in my Life

The morning dew on a freshly bloomed flower

The radiant sun reflecting on the waters with its vigor and power

The gentle kiss from a loving child

A tender touch when you need the most, so soft and mild

The redness of an apple so ripe and delish

The glittering stars on a dark night that embellish

A sweet smile on a tear dried face

The hug that makes the pain disappear from lonely days

A breath of fresh air after a life's pain and struggle

A nice peaceful sleep with your wifey to cuddle

The smear of ice cream on a happy kid's nose

The intoxicating fragrance from the love and the rose

The warmth of a blanket to the one who owns none

A place of shelter and hope for the one on the run

A rainbow after the rain brings hope to the hopeless

A warm cup of soup to the one who is homeless

A list that grows with awesome things in life

I thank God for this experience and just to be alive

DADDY TALK :)

(An adult version of baby talk)

We can't expect kids to think like we adults do, but we adults of course can think the way kids thinks...Pero kapag ang matanda ang nag isip bata, nakupo! sobrang ang gulo ng usapan.

Napag usapan namin kanina ng isang kaibigan sa YM ang tungkol sa mga super smart na pre-school kids. Minsan nga nagtataka tayo dahil sa kanilang edad ay kung ano anong mga bagay na ang naiisip nila. Kaya naman, naisipan kong ibahagi dito ang super riot na usapan namin ng bunso kong anak na si Fionna Faith.
Heto, basahin nyo na lang kung paano kami nagra rambulan ng five years old pre-school daughter ko na super smart at super kulit kausap...(mana daw sa daddy)

excited na tuloy akong umuwi...

Conversation #1 Batang Bolera

"Papa, I LOVE YOU!..."
"Talaga anak, Love mo si papa?"
"Opo"
"Totoo?"
"Totoo po"
"Kahit wala akong pera?"
"Ay! wala kang pera papa?"
"Hindi na kita Love!"
"Jan ka na!...BYE!"
"Papadalan mo lagi si mama ng pera ha!"
Conversa
Conversation #2 Uwi ka na

"Papa miss na miss ka na namin"
"Talaga anak?...miss na miss ka na rin ni papa"
"Papa uwi ka na...kahit walang pera basta uwi ka na"
"Hindi pa puwede anak, kasi walang sasakyan si papa pauwi eh"
"Hindi ba sabi mo may car ka jan?...eh di yun ang sakyan mo pauwi"
"Hindi ko puwedeng gamitin yun pag uwi ko anak, kasi sa boss ko yun, magagalit siya sa akin"
"Ay!...masungit ang boss mo papa?"
"Opo...kaya hindi ko puwedeng dalhin yung car"
"Ay ganun?..Ano ba yan?...Eh di mag tricycle ka na lang"
"Anak, hindi puwede ang tricycle kasi malayo, Hindi ako makakarating kaagad...dapat airplane para mabilis kasi lumilipad..."
"Ay! airplane pala saskyan mo papa?"
"Eh paano ka makaka baba...ang taas taas ng lipad ng airplane?"

sumabat sa usapan ang aking asawa na halos gumugulong na sa kakatawa sa usapan naming mag ama...(naka loud speaker ang phone)

"Baby, may hagdan naman anak yung airplane, kaya makakababa si papa mo dun"
"Uhm!...wala naman akong nakikitang hagdan nung airplane ah!...paano yun?
(lumilipad kasi ang mga airplane na nakikita nya)
"Ahm...anak kasi yung hagdan, dadalhin ko sa loob ng eroplano pagsakay ko, kaya hindi mo yun makikita..."
"Ah, ok...papa, sa tapat ka ng bahay bumaba ha, para makita ka namin!"

Conversation # 3 Bahay ni Barbie

"O, anak...uuwi na ako."
"Anong gusto mong pasalubong?"
"Ay!..uuwi k na papa?"
"Opo, malapit na, so anong gusto mong pasalubong?"
"Papa, ibili mo na lang po ako ng maraming maraming chocolates..."
"Ok, chocolates...ano pa?"
"Saka po papa, ibili mo ako ng malaking Barbie doll na may haus..."
"Eh anak, wala namang haus si barbie eh, doll lang siya anak. kung gusto mo ng doll na may haus, hindi si barbie ang bibilhin natin..."
"Eh gusto ko papa si barbie...tsaka may haus kasi saan matutulog si barbie kung wala siyang haus?"
"Patulugin mo na lang sa room mo, tabi kayo sa bed"
"Eh si mama naman ang katabi ko, kawawa naman pala si barbie?"
"Bilhan mo na lang ng haus si barbie papa"
"Hindi nga puwede kasi walang haus si barbie."
"Bilhan mo nga papa eh, para magkaroon siya ng haus"
"Eh anak, paano ko madadala yun, hindi naman kakasya sa airplane yung haus?"
"Bakit hindi kakasya, eh malaki naman yung airplane?"
"Eh kasi maliit lang ang pinto nun."
"Eh di sa bintana mo idaan!"

Conversation #4 Chocolates

"Oh, anak...nabili ko na yung chocolates mo"
"Talaga papa?...Marami?"
"Opo, maraming marami...ubusin mo lahat ito ha"
"Ay!..sabi po ni teacher nakakasira daw ng teeth..."
"Eh paano mauubos yung chocolates?"
"E di bibigyan ko po si baby Angel namin, tsaka si teacher, tsaka yung mga classmates ko sa school."
"Si tito Resty, hindi mo ba bibigyan?"
"Hindi!...kasi bad siya...lagi nya ako inaaway saka sinasabihan ng panget."
"Eh si mama, hindi rin?"
"Hmmp!...kumukuha na lang naman si mama kahit hindi nagpaalam eh..."
"Eh si kuya?..."
"Hindi rin po si kuya, kasi hindi nya ako pinapasakay sa bike niya..."

biglang sumingit sa usapan ang kuya na nakikinig pala sa amin...

"Papa sabi po ni Fionna sa akinkagabi, pag binili mo daw siya ng maraming chocolates, bibigyan nya daw po yung crush nya sa school..."

"Waaaa!...ayaw ko na sa inyong mag ama kayo!...Mga panget kayo!...Mga panget!..."

"hahahahaha!" lakas ng tawa ko..

at kinausap ko si ivan, matapos iwan ni fionna ang celfon sa kanya...

"Eh ikaw Ivan, may crush ka na rin ba sa school nyo?"
"Hmp!..si papa parang TANGA!...9 years pa lng ako, grade 3 pa nga lang eh crush na daw agad!..."

waaaaaaaa...ako pa tuloy ang tinawag na tanga!...

What does it takes of a husband to be a "GOOD HUSBAND"?

before doctors becomes a good doctor, they must undergo physical and psychological test. it is not required of a doctor to be hospitalized for any reason.
meanwhile, before a lawyer becomes a good lawyer he must learn to play with the laws that he is trying to preserve. it is not acceptable for a lawyer to be convicted.

but what does it takes for a husband to be a good husband?
husbands do err, as humans we are. we drink a lot, we smoke a lot, we fuck other woman...a lot! but we also try to be the best man for our lady. we love our kids, we love our wife, and we want to keep our family intact...as much as we can...but our being human makes us vulnerable and prone to error.

being a husband is a skill that doesn't require any special training course or experience. for most men, it's like they sleep one night with the woman they love, and "puff!..." they're already a husband when they wake up.

so what does it take of a husband to be a better husband?...

let me say, a good and understanding wife...

Para sa mga lalaking may Kabit...

Ulan kang naligaw mula himpapawid
At biglang pumatak sa tigang kong dibdib
Aking pinagyaman ginawa kang batis
Nagtampisaw akong lihim at tahimik.


Giniginaw ako sa lamig mong handog
Puso'y nadadarang sa init na dulot
Pigil ang hininga tuwing naghahamog
Ang buong paligid sa bawal na sulok

Kamalian ka bang niyakap ang patak,
at ipinidestal sa lumikong landas?
Sabihin mo lamang pag ibig mo'y wagas
Ako'y nakalaang kahit na mautas!.

Gaano mang tagal sa pagkakabulid
Laging naghihintay paglinaw ng tubig
Iinanalanging lakas nitong dibdib
At sa habang buhay ikaw ang pag ibig....

Textmate

Inspired by True-to-Life stories of Filipino Overseas workers in the Middle East...
Marami sa mga kababayan natin ang nakakaranas ng matinding pangungulila sa kanilang mga mahal sa buhay na iniwang pansamantala sa Pinas.
Tao din po ang mga OFW, hindi bato. Nangungulila, naghahanap ng kalinga...at minsan ay nadarapa at nahuhulog sa bitag ng isang BAWAL NA RELASYON...

Ako ay umalis sa bayan kong mahal
Baon ang pangarap na magandang bukas
Sa malayong lugar ng gitnang silangan
Ay magtatrabaho at kikita ng dolyar

Sa pag alis ko ay iniwang pangako
Sa aking pamilya ay tapat ang puso
Hindi magtataksil sa asawang irog
At siya lang ang tanging laman nitong puso

Ngunit di naglaon lungkot ang nadama
Ang tapat kong puso ngayo'y nangulila
Ang irog kong mahl na siyang sinisinta
Malayo sa piling ko't hindi siya nakikita

Kaya naman upang ang puso'y maaliw
Sa mga katoto ako'y nagliwaliw
At nasabi ko ngang akoy nalulumbay
Sa sinisinta kong sa aki'y nawalay.

Siya'y biglang nangiti at saka natawa
At kanyang sinabing "madali yan kosa"
Hanap mo ba'y aliw sayong pag iisa?
kita ay bibigyan ng ka-textmate baga

Kanya ngang binigay pangalan ng dilag
Kalakip numerong dapat kong makontak
Subukan ko muna at ng mnakatiyak
Na dulot ay ligaya sa pusong umiiyak

Sa pagtunog pa lang niyaong telepono
Ako'y kinabahang tila baguntao
Ang pinitg ng puso ay biglang lumukso
Hindi ko na mawari ang pakiramdam ko

At ng sumagot na dilag na kinontak
Sa kabilang linya ako ay nagalak
Nagpakilala siya at kami'y nag usap
Naghalo ang saya't excitement kumbaga

Sa bawat araw ng aming pag uusap
Ako ay masaya't puso'y nagagalak
Nakalimutan na ang pangakong tapat
Sa aking pamilyang naiwan sa Pinas

Heto ako ngayon, masakit ang ulo
BUtas ang bulsa ko't buhay ay magulo
Kaya kabayan ko ikaw ay matuto
Tiisin ang lungkot at magpakatino

Sa pagsintang bawal kapag nadupilas
Ang pusong marupok maligaw ng landas
Walang mararating na magandang bukas
Matatauhan kang ang bulsa ay butas.


Ronald V. Rafer

Moving Forward...

Waiting for HOPE to be drawn closer...
or hoping for WAIT to be overcome!.

Are we waiting for HOPE to approach us?
or is hope WAITING for us to believe in it?
To function the way it should be
which is the bright side of every existence
We are seeking to unleash it's goodness
When all the odds are screaming the other way around?

When does the function of HOPE exactly works?
Is it before we hold our life and start WAITING?
Or is it after we let go and start BELIEVING?
Where we acknowledge such a thing would exist?

Is it the idea of it's existence that excites us?
Believing that it is out there and it will come to us
Though not straight away,
Yet there is a chance throughout our lifetime that it will.

Why are we sometimes afraid of HOPING?
Are we aware of the outcome of a certain circumstance
Or we do not want to expect and wait until it comes?
Afraid of not finding what we have hoped for at the end of our waiting?

Is hope paralyzing?
Because while we are HOPING, we are WAITING.
And while we are WAITING, we are actually doing NOTHING but putting our lives ON HOLD until the situation gets resolved.
But can anything be resolved by doing NOTHING?

Is hope an everlasting feeling?
Or can it be turned on and off depending upon how good or bad the situation is?

What is HOPE capable of?
Is it applicable to all matters concerning living our life?
Or despair has to have some role to balance our existence as a whole?

Can we HOPE without WAITING?
Can we WAIT without HOPING?

Can we wait for a dream to come true without being optimistic about what would come out of it?
Are we superficial not wanting to be appreciated or gratified?
Are we a fool to go on living without realizing the impact of our actions into the lives of the people around us?

Why should we care to wait in the first place if the result would not make a difference at all?
How could we maintian ourselves motivated to keep on living a life that we believe nothing good would emerge out of it?

If life is all about waiting, then actions will never be taken, problems will never be resolved, and the very concept of living a life would be alienated.
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But everything CHANGES with HOPE added in it..,

Because LIFE is about GOING ON and MOVING FORWARD!..

ron:)

WONDERING...

WHAT IF...

I saw a movie last night, and in it was a statement about two simple words, "what" and "if"...

These two words by themselves are very innocent and really can be implemented in many sentences and questions, but if you put them together, it forms a very powerful question...

What If??

This question is the very question that can and will bring you back to a certain instance in your life where you made a choice. A choice that you may not be happy with today and often think about why you did it, but discovered you settled on it because of one of two reasons...

You settled on that decision because it was the easier path to travel at that specific moment in your life, or you did not think that you could take the other choice because of fear of failure or what other people would think.

Now, years later you think about that one specific choice or choices you have made in you life and your mind and thoughts start to take aim at your decision...

You have an inner battle with yourself and contemplate if you had that decision again, what would you do?

What would your life be like today??

Would it be totally different?

Would you be where you are right now, in the exact space sitting and reading this??

Here again lies the very important question...

What if you had that decision to make again??

What would you do??

Would you take the other path because of what you know now, or would you think it would be too late in time to go down the other path all together??

Your mind will probably and inevitably tell you not to do it...Not to do it because you are comfortable in life and doing something different may bring you down a path of uncomfortableness and anxiety may set in.

But is that not how we grow stronger and learn things about ourselves by doing or trying things we never thought possible? Pushing one's self to the limit and going beyond our normal comfort zone!!!!!

In life, there is an old cliche' that I know... It is "Where there is a will, there is a way".

I truly believe if you want something bad enough, you can do it and achieve it. You can correct the mistakes of your decisions from the past, and go out and find happiness in the right decision for your future.

It is never too late do anything in life...

You are on this earth for the time period of a blink of an eye in respect to time overall. Everyday we have to make decisions and have choices thrown at us that could hinder our forward motion or even change the course of our lives all together.

When entering into a decision, make sure it is the right one. Make sure that you play out your answer a year from now, or even ten or twenty years from now.

But if you find yourself in that position of wondering "What if", then usually you have made the wrong decision to begin with, and must correct it so you can live in peace not only now, but for your future as well...

My Solitude

I cannot and will not lie down and kneel before my life. I cannot and I will not let the destiny that life has dealt me be the only destiny worth living for. I am I, you are you, we are distinct and we are individuals. I will carve my own destiny and I will dream my own dreams. I will walk bare footed through the warm golden sand, sleep naked under the stars and listen to the sea as it lashes against the rocks of hypocrisy. I will let the wind play with my hair and be at one with nature. This is my island and it is called hope.

As long as I am alive I have hope there is a chance, there is a dream to be fulfilled and a life worth living. I aspire not for wealth, for success, to conquer lands or the minds of men but seek refuge in conquering myself. I seek refuge in the hope of touching the stars in the blackness of the night. I ask for the courage to confront my greatest enemy, myself. I ask for the courage to help me to realise the potential that burns within my soul.

As I walk along my island of hope, alone, with merely my thoughts and the sound of my beating heart who have I become and what am I to become? As the sun sets on the horizon, there is calm all around me. The day nears to an end and slowly the sky goes black. Through the darkness appear the glittering eyes of the world and they gaze down at me, the moon smiles at me yet I am I. An eagle flies above me with its wings of hope spread wide into the vastness and emptiness of the ocean in front of me.

I am finally at peace with my soul. My island, which I have strove to seek all my life, is now within my grasp. I have arrived. My island is a place of non-attachment and non-possession. It is a place of calmness where the pains of yesterday are but a distant memory. I have courage within my heart to face my ultimate destiny. As it looks at me, I smile at it. I no longer fear that which I once feared, I no longer yearn for more but am content with what I have gained; I no longer yearn for a life of the past. I look at the demons within me and I have defeated them and they have not defeated me. I have finally conquered myself.

I now embrace my island without regret and walk into my destiny. I have been born, I have lived, I have loved and been loved, I have failed and succeeded, and I have forgiven. There is nothing more for me to do. I have become what I essentially was at birth, myself. I close my eyes and my soul transpires out of my body and takes me to a higher level of existence. I leave the pains of the world and embrace the wonders of what lie in front of me. A teardrop falls from my soul into the ocean, that is how it was created. I cease to exist

My Life...

My Life

This is how I want to live it. It may not be how I live, but it is the way I want to live. I want to live my life in such a way that it will be remembered. I want to leave an impression on everyone I come in contact with.

I want to live as Thoreau said, “to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and spartan like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to it’s lowest terms.”

I want to be open and honest with everyone, to be remembered by my actions. I want to lead my life in such a way that I can be respected. I want to live my life so I can be an example for others. I want to aspire for greatness but never be famous. I want to live sure of myself. If I doubt myself, others will too. I want to live my life in such a way so that in the future I won’t regret my past.

I want to believe in myself. I want to capture the strength I have deep inside. I want to believe in tomorrow and what it might bring. I want to be able to trust and in turn be trusted.

I want to begin every day thinking this is the beginning of a new day. I can waste it or use it for good. What I do today is important because I am using a day of my life for it. When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever leaving in its place, something I traded for it.

I want to be a friend to everyone. I want to always have a dream. I want to be remembered for the good I did in my life. People won’t remember what I said, people won’t remember what I did, but they will always remember how I made them feel.

“I shall pass through this world, but once. Any good therefore that I can show, to any human being, let me do it now for I shall never pass this way again.”

* Si Miling* (basta lalake)

Si Miling (Basta Lalake)

Siya'y si manang Milagros, pinsang buo ko.

Mas matanda siya sa akin ng sampung taon, ang pinakabunsong anak nina tiyo Gudong at tiya Iska na kapatid ng tatay ko at kapitbahay namin sa probinsiya. Nakapagtapos siya ng kursong "komersiyo" sa isang kolehiyo sa kabisera at nakapagtrabaho bilang isang "clerk" sa munisipyo ng aming bayan. "Rosing" ang nakagisnan kong itinatawag sa kanya ng mga kakilala at kaibigan. Nakatayo ang kanilang bahay sa isang malawak na bakuran na kinatutubuan din ng isang malaki at matabong na punong sampalok.



Gayong pangkaraniwang anak ng isang magsaska sa probinsiya si manang Rosing, hindi naman pangkaraniwang kagandahan ang kanyang taglay. Kumbaga sa bulaklak, isa siya sa pinakamagandang rosas sa hardin ng aming nayonnoong kapanahunan niya. Bata pa lamang ay madalas na siyang mapiling mutya sa paaralang pinapasukan. Madalas din siyang maging mutya sa kapistahan ng aming nayon, at minsan nga ay napiling mutya sa aming bayan.



Marahil, naisip niya na hindi bagay sa angking ganda ang palayaw na "Rosing" kaya ginawa niya itong "Millette" ng siya'y magdalaga na. Tinanong ko siya minsang nag uusap kami sa ilalim ng punong sampalok

"Bakit mo binago ang pangalan mo manang Rosing?"

"Huwag mo nga akong matawag tawag na manang! ate Millette na lang, o kaya'y "sist".

"Alam mo kasi pangalang bata ang Rosing, masakit sa tenga pakinggan. Mas bagay talaga sa akin ang Millette."

"Ganun pala" nasambit ko sa aking sarili. "Kapag nagbago na ang edad at hitsura ng isang tao ay nagbabago na rin ang kanyang pangalan"

Sampung taong gulang na ako noon, at magdadalawampu naman si ate Millete.Halos gabi gabi ay may nakikita akong umaakyat ng ligaw sa kanya. Madalas na rin siyang hinaharana.

"Ang daming lumiligaw sayo ate" sabi ko ulit. "Siguro me nobyo ka na ano?"

"Wala pa! wala sa mga lumiligaw sa akin ang mga katangian ng lalaking hinahanap ko!"

"Eh ano ba ang mga katangiang iyon?"

"Marami ah!, Magandang lalaki, Mayaman, may pinag aralan, Mabait at Marunong magmahal."

Dagli akong nag isip. Sa aking murang isipan ay gumuhit ang maraming mga katanungan.

Napatingala ako at napatingin sa itaas ng punong sampalok. Sa mga sanga niyon, sa pinaka mayor na sanga ay napansin ko ang tila halamang kumapit doon.

"Ate ano yun?" tanong ko sabay turo sa halaman.

Tumingala siya. "Dapo yun" sabi niya.

"Eh hindi naman kaya niya sasakalin ang punong sampalok kapag lumago yun? Bakit hindi nyo alisin?"

"Huwag!" sabi niya. "Magaganda ang mga bulaklak, sayang"



Lumipas ang ilang taon, dalawampu't lima na ang edad ni ate Millette, magtatapos na rin ako ng highschool noon. Pero sa ngayon, hindi na "Millette" ang tawag sa kanya kundi "Rose" at wala pa rin siyang boyfriend.

"Bakit wala ka pang nobyo ate Rose?" tanong ko sa kanya minsang nag uusap kami sa ilalim ng punong sampalok.

"Hindi pa kasi dumarating ang lalaking bagay sa akin."

"Eh ano ba yung lalaking bagay sayo?"

"Yung lalaking mayaman, may pinag aralan, mabait at marunong magmahal."

Ng tingalain ko ang dapo sa punong sampalok ay napansin kong lumago iyon. Lumipat na rin sa iba pang mga sanga. Magaganda pa rin ang mga bulaklak.



Nakatapos ako ng highschool at nagtungo sa Maynila upang doon magpatuloy sa pag aaral sa kolehiyo. Tapos na ako ng aking kurso ng ako'y magbakasyon sa aming nayonat muli kaming nagkausap ni at Rose. Nagulat pa ako ng malamang hindi na pala "Rose" ang tawag sa kanya kundi "Mila" at nalaman ko na wala pa rin siyang nobyo gayung magtatatlumpo na ang kanyang edad.

"Hindi pa ba dumarating ang lalaking bagay sayo ate Mila?"

"Oo nga eh."

"Eh ano ba yung lalaking hinahanap mo?"

"Yung lalaking mayaman, may pinag aralan at marunong magmahal."



Sa maynila na ako nagkaroon ng magandang trabaho kaya't naging madalang na ang pagbabakasyon ko sa aming nayon at ng minsang nagbakasyon ako ay nakausap ko muli si manag Mila.

Magtatatlumpo't lima na noon ang kanyang edad, "single" pa rin at ang naririnig kong itinatawag sa kanya ay "lagring" na.

"Wala pa rin ba manang Lagring?" biro ko sa kanya.

"Wala na yata eh." sabay tawa niya.

"Simple lang naman ang hinahanap ko sa isang lalake."

"Ano?"

"Yung mabait at marunong magmahal."

Sa punong sampalok ay napansin kong malagong malago na ang dapo. Kumapit na rin ito sa halos lahat ng sanga. Magaganda pa rin ang mga bulaklak nito.



May sarili na akong pamilya ng muli akong magbakasyon sa aming nayon kasama ang aking asawa at ang una naming anak, ngunit dalaga pa rin si manang Lagring. Pero sa pagkakataong iyon, hindi na siya nagpalit ng bansag. Halata na nag mga guhit sa kanyang noo ngunit maganda pa rin ang hubog ng kanyang katawan bagama't mag aapat napu na ang kanyang edad.

"Tinalo na kita manag Lagring, me trophy na ako na ipinaghehele sa gabi." kantiyaw ko sa kanya.

"Iniinggit mo naman ako eh." tawa niya.

"Eh ano ba talaga ang lalaking gusto mo? Baka maihanap kita ng "Manila boy" na magiging darling mo?"

"Yung lalaking marunong magmahal"

Ngunit hindi ko natupad ang sinabi kongh ihahanap ko siya ng lalaking marunong magmahal kahit na biro lang yun. Nakarating ako ng ibang bansa at nasingkaw sa pagtratrabaho doon.



Lumipas pa ang ilang taon bago ako muling nakapagbakasyon sa aming nayon. mag aapat napu't lima na ang edad ni manang Lagring. Dalaga pa rin. Ngunit sa ngayon, naging Rosing ulit ang tawag sa kanya.

"Bakit naging Rosing ka ulit manang?" pabiro kong tanong.

"Hindi ba masakit sa tenga at saka pangalan ng bata yan?"

Hindi natawa si manang Rosing.

"Bakit?" Paasik niyang tanong.

"Bata pa naman ako ah!" at inirapan niya ako.

Naging mapakla ang matamis kong ngiti.

"Nagbibiro lang ako ate." sabi ko sa kanya.

Nangiti na rin siya. "Oh, di ba sabi mo noon ihahanap mo ako ng Manila boy na magiging darling ko?"

"Me nahanap ka ba?"

Napakamot ako sa batok. "Hindi nga ate eh, na busy ako sa abroad."

"Hamo't sa pagbabalik ko'y ihahanap kita ng "foreigner"."

"Ano nga ba yung mga katangian ng lalaking hanap mo, manang Rosing?"

"BASTA LALAKE!"

Napatingala ako sa mga sanga ng punong sampalok, Natatalukbungan na yun ng lubos ng dapo at nagsisimujla na ring matuyo ang mga dahon. Alam kong sa muling paglipas ng panahon, hindi maglalaon ay mamamatay na rin ang dating malabay at matipunong puno...

Tukso ng iyong Halik!

Tukso ng Iyong Halik

Ininom ko ang hiningang sa dibdib mo'y umaalon
Ng lumala ang pagsintang doon yata nagkakanlong
Damdam ko ba ay nagkita ang maliyab na tagunton
Ng tagpuang pinag isa ng kung ano't anong gatong!

Ang totoo'y di mabilang ang hinabing pakiusap
Na sinaksi ang simbahan at ang santang palaiyak
Alam ko mang kasalanan ang ubod ng aking hangad
Ay may lakas na dahilang sa pithaya'y nakalapat!

Aminin ng ang pag ibig ay maluhong pagnanasa
Patikimin kahit saglit ang labi ng makalupa
'Pag nagsindi iyang halik na may haplos, magkukusa
Ang hanap na pagniniig na may basbas ng bathala!

Saan nga ba hahanapin ang matamis na pagsuyo,
Kundi diyan sa hinaing nga labi mong nanunukso!...

ron:)
al doha distrcit ad-dharan KSA

When to end a relationship?

My ears ringing with obscenities and insults, I hung up the phone wanting nothing more than to curl up in a corner and cry. Breathing deeply, I called upon all the testosterone I could muster up to keep the tears at bay. Another girl, another year of my life seemingly wasted on the futile pursuit of true love. Not knowing what else to do, I went to my local supermarket, purchased a six pack of my favorite micro-brew and locked myself in my room where I could listen to depressing music and drink alone in peace. This may seem a sad and unhealthy way of dealing with grief, but in doing so I came to a couple of realizations about marrying in general. First, I realized that I had allowed this relationship (just like I had allowed everyone of my past relationships), to take on a life all of its own and eventually spiral out of my control. Second, it occurred to me that in my endless efforts to please my significant others, I had lost sight of what I needed from a relationship to make ME happy.

When I speak of a relationship taking on a life of its own, I am referring to what I like to call Broken Man Syndrome (although I've found that Broken Woman Syndrome is quite more common). Common symptoms include frequent emasculation, constant tongue lashings regarding your flaws and shortcomings, and worst of all persistent attempts to change any or all of your core personality traits. Yes, I have been guilty of accepting all of the above abuses, and on multiple occasions. Consequently, I have learned to look for certain red flags which may tell you that it's time to call it quits on a failing relationship.

First-Sometimes it's better to end a relationship before it begins. For example, you should never have to feel pressured to rush into a serious relationship when you would rather be casually dating. When you find the right person, nature will take over and a relationship will likely result. If you feel like you're at the receiving end of a sales pitch or an ultimatum, there's probably a million different reasons you shouldn't be dating this person. At this point it would be appropriate to excuse yourself and run like hell.

Second-If you've decided to devote yourself to one particular person, odds are that you've already come to terms with their positive and negative traits. Hopefully you've made peace with their imperfections. You should expect the same courtesy in return. If you find yourself defending core characteristics of your personality (barring traits that may cause you to hurt yourself or others), the time has come to hit the road. Relationships are about two people accepting each other for who they are-not about molding another person into what you would like them to be.

Third-Nobody's perfect, and most normal people know this. If you're constantly hearing about your flaws and the words aren't coming from the Almighty Himself, scold the offending party for being an arrogant nitpicker and then initiate a breakup. At this point your relationship has become emotionally abusive and you need to leave before you're caused any serious psychological trauma.

Fourth-Sometimes it can be easy to lose sight of your own needs, especially at the hands of a control freak. If you begin to feel like you're doing a whole lot of giving and not too much receiving, maybe it's time to ask yourself why you're involved in a parasitic relationship. Some people can be like emotional leeches, sucking the life out of you until they're happily engorged and you're shriveled and writhing on the floor. Never lose sight of what you need in another person...if you're not happy and fulfilled, there's no way you can maintain a healthy relationship. Remember, a relationship should be a two way street and exhibit all the balance of a tightrope walker.

My initial years of relationships were miserable and traumatic because I never jumped ship at the right time. Rather, I waited until my relationships escalated into full-blown crisis mode, burst into flames and came crashing down in a final hellish blaze. All it takes to avoid being consumed in the wreckage of a failing relationship is a little bit of self respect and knowing the right time when to call it quits....

engagge the four wheel drive

one hot summer weekend, i went out hiking with my friends in the al kut desert of the al haza regi0n. we usually go out every weekend kapag walang pasok or if we are n0t busy with something. para makapag b0nding, makapag unwind sa isang linggong pagod sa trabaho, or simply for past time, pampatanggal ng homesick sa mahabang paghihintay na matapos na ang tila walang hanggang kontratang binubuno namin dito sa disyerto. s0metimes, we go on fishing in salty desert lagoons in al uyon, or just make fun driving in the desert making a point to notice things like sheeps and camels grazing on what was left of the desert grass in summer heat, watching desert birds flying here and there or laughing on cars with funny license plates.
para maiba naman, naisipan kong yayain silang umakyat sa bundok. mountain hiking. its a lot of fun and a good exercise as well. we started the trip with fun, singing, dancing, cooking and eating, telling funny stories and playing little games like "truth or consequence" or solving brain twisting riddles. early on friday morning, we climbed the mountain and hiked the trails for few hours. by noon, we were all too tired to endure the hike, adding to the fact that the summer heat in the desert is almost unbearable at mid day...when the group paused to get rests in a shade, i encourage them by saying "come on guys! engage the four wheel drive, and let's finish the hike!" they then get tougher, and we finish the effort in no time...

in the evening, while i was sitting in the canopy, one of the boys approach me and said, "sir let me interpret the phrase "engage the four wheel drive". of course i was delighted, and listened as he was giving his explanati0n "we humans are made of outside and inside, body and spirit" i nodded in aggrement. he went on to say "both body and spirit works simultaneously to support each other, but when we exert extra effort, the body starts first until all its strengths were depleted. it is then that the spirit kicks in and provide the additional energy needed to ensure the survival of the body."
i was delighted by his explanati0n, but i was laughing unc0ntrollably. quite embarrassed by my reaction, he asked me why i was laughing out loud. i said, "your explanation is so bright and interesting but all i meant by that was i wish i brought my SUV up in the mountain, engage the four wheel drive and get the hike over with, sitting comfortably in my car so that i do not have to suffer trekking on foot with all the heat, the sands and dust in the desert filling up my lungs."

as i lay down on my bed that night i began to realized, for almost 2 months, i was in a tough battle with hematocytosis, a disease of the blood. a point was then made clear to me! "we all have an inner strengths which we can use when needed. that inner strength does n0t only activate our survival instincts when necessary but also makes us pioneers and successful human beings."

then i smiled again and sighed...

...there are always different ways of rationalizing things

Pilipino KA...

Pilipino ka....pero

Sabi MO , ang gobyerno natin ay palpak.

Sabi MO , ang mga batas natin ay sinauna at hindi patas.

Sabi MO , ang lokal na pamahalaan natin ay hindi maganda ang pagkolekta ng basura at ang paglilinis ng mga lugar.

Sabi MO , hindi gumagana ang mga telepono, katatawanan ang kalagayan ng trapiko, at hindi nakakarating sa paroroonan ang mga sulat.

Sabi MO , parang nasadlak sa basura ang ating buong bansa.

Sabi Mo , sabi MO, sabi MO.

E ano'ng ginagawa mo tungkol dito?

Kumuha ka ng isang taong papunta sa Singapore . Bigyan mo sya ng pangalan, yung sa IYO. Bigyan MO sya ng mukha, yung sa IYO. Lumabas KA sa airport nang pinakamatino mong sarili na maipagmamalaki sa mundo..

Sa Singapore Hindi KA nagtatapon ng upos ng sigarilyo sa kalye. Ipinagmamalaki MO ang magaganda nilang underpass. Nagbabayad KA ng mga 60 pesos para makapagmaneho sa Orchard Road (parang EDSA) mula alas 5 hanggang alas 8 ng gabi. Bumalik KA sa parking lot para bayaran ang parking tiket mo kung napasobra ka ng oras sa shopping o sa pagkain sa isang restaurant. Sa Singapore , wala KAng sinasabi, meron ba?

Hindi MO susubukang kumain sa lantad kapag Ramadan sa Saudi Arabia. Hindi MO susubukang lumabas ng bahay na walang takip ang mukha sa Riyadh o Makkah.
Hindi MO susubukang suhulan ang isang empleyado ng kumpanya ng telepono sa London para mapunta sa ibang tao ang mga long distance na tawag mo.

Hindi MO susubukang lumampas ng 90 kilometers per hour ang takbo ng sasakyan mo sa Washington, at saka sasabihin sa pulis "Alam mo kung sino ako?"

Bakit di MO subukang dumura o magtapon ng upos ng sigarilyo o balat ng kendi sa mga kalye sa Tokyo ?

Bakit hindi MO subukang bumili ng pekeng mga papeles sa Boston tulad ng ginagawa sa Recto?

Pinag-uusapan pa rin natin IKAW.

IKAW na gumagalang at sumusunod sa patakarang banyaga sa ibang bansa pero hindi makasunod sa mga BATAS at PATAKARAN ng sariliu mong bansa.

IKAW na tapon ng tapon sa kalye pagtuntong mo pa lang sa lupa.

Kung IKAW ay nakikisalamuha at pumupuri ng sistema sa bansang banyaga, bakit hindi KA maging ganyan sa Pilipinas?

Minsan sa isang panayam, ang dating Subic Administrator na si Gordon ay may katwiran ng sinabi nyang "Ang mga aso ng mayayaman ay pinalalakad at pinadudumi ng may-ari sa kalye, tapos sila mismo ang pumupuna sa may katungkulan sa kapalpakan sa paglilinis ng mga kalye. Ano ang gusto nilang gawin ng mga may katungkulan? Magwalis tuwing makakaramdam ng hindi maganda sa tiyan ang kanilang alaga?"

Sa America , bawat may-ari ng alaga ay dapat maglinis matapos ang pagdumi ng aso. Ganuon din sa Japan .

Gagawin ba ng mga Pilipino yun dito? Tama sya.

Pumupunta tayo sa botohan para pumili ng manunungkulan sa gobyerno at pagkatapos nuon ay tinatanggal na natin sa sarili ang responsibilidad. Uupo tayo sa isang tabi at paghihintay ng pagkalinga at umaasa na gagawin ng gobyerno ang lahat habang wala tayong iniaalay para tulungan sila.

Umaasa tayo sa pamahalaan na maglinis, ngunit hindi naman tayo titigil sa pagtatapon ng basura sa kung saan-saan, at ni hindi tayo pupulot ng anumang piraso ng papel para itapon sa basurahan.

Pagdating sa mga panlipunang talakayin tulad nang hindi pagiging tapat sa kasal, sa mga dalagang ina, sa pagtatalik ng walang basbas ng kasal, at iba pa, maingay tayong nagpoprotesta ngunit patuloy naman nating ginagawa ang mga ito.

Sa sandaling tayo ay mangulila kapag nasa labas tayo ng bansa, naghahanap tayo ng aliw sa iba, kadalasan sa kapwa rin natin Pilipino, na hindi natin iniisip ang ating katungkulan na ating sinumpaan sa ating pamilya nuong narito pa tayo.

Tapos sinisisi natin ang pamahalaan kapag nakikita natin ang karahasan sa kabataan, pagkagumon sa bawal na gamot, at iba pa, samantalang sinimulan natin ito sa hindi pagpansin sa pangangailangan ng ating mga anak ng tunay na pag-gabay at responsibilidad ng isang magulang.

Ang sabi natin, "Ang buong sistema ang kailangang magbago. Ano ang magagawa kung ako lang ang magpapabago sa aking pamilya?"

E sino ang magbabago ng sistema?

Ano ba ang mga sankap ng sistema? Napakaginhawa sa atin na ang sistema ay binubuo ng ating mga kapitbahay, mga ibang tahanan, ibang syudad, ibang
komunidad, at ang pamahalaan. Pero hindi kasama IKAW at AKO. Pagdating sa ating pagkakaroon ng positibong handog sa sistema, ikinakandado natin ang sarili, pati
na ang ating pamilya sa loob ng isang ligtas na pugad at tumatanaw na lang tayo sa malayong mga lugar at bansa at naghihintay ng isang Mr. Clean na dumating at
maghatid na mga himala.

O lumilikas tayo. Parang mga tamad na duwag na hindi pinatatahimik ng ating mga takot, tumatakbo tayo sa Amerika upang makisalo sa kanilang luwalhati at
purihin sa kanilang sistema. Pero pag naging masalimuot sa New York tatakbo tayo sa Japan o Hongkong. Pag nagkahirapan ang paghanap ng trabaho sa
Hongkong, sakay agad tayo sa susunod na eroplano patungong Gitnang Silangan. Pag may digmaan sa Gulf, inaasahan nating masagip at mapauwi ng Gobyernong
Pilipino.

Lahat ay handang umabuso at gumahasa sa bansa. Walang nag-iisip na handugan ang sistema. Ang konsyensya natin ay nakasanla sa pera. Mga mahal kong kababayan,
ang sulating ito ay matinding nakakakislot ng isipan, nangangailangan ng maraming pagmumuni-muni, at tumutusok din sa konsyensya. Medyo inuulit ko lang ayon sa ating salita ang mga salita ni John F.Kennedy sa kanyang kabansa upang maitugma sa ating mga Pilipino:

"Itanong natin kung ano ang magagawa natin sa ating bansang Pilipinas at gawin ang nararapat upang ang Pilipinas ay maging tulad ng Amerika at ibang
kanlurang bansa ngayon."

Bakit hindi kaya natin gawin kung ano ang kailangan ng Pilipinas sa atin....

Living Between TWO WORLDS

Usapan sa tambayan ng mga OFW’s sa Saudi Arabia…
Ang dalawang mundong ginagalawan ng mga Filipino expatriates na namumuhay at nagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa..

“sa pilipinas ay isang butihing ama o ina, pero sa ibang bansa ay may ibang kinakasama”

“kapag nagbabakasyon, feeling rich, para maipakita na can afford…pero sa ibang bansa trabahong kalabaw at doble doble ang part time jobs na ginagawa para kumita ng perang pansustina sa ganung larawan ng buhay na ipinapakita”

“sa harap ng pamilya at mga kaibigan sa pilipinas ay astig at macho ang kilos at dating, pero wag maloka kung makikita siya sa ibang bansa na ala marriane rivera at daig pa si darna sa ka artehan kapag dumadalo sa mga gatherings sa istiraha”

Isang kaibigan ang dumating mula sa pakikipag chat sa kanyang pamilya, at panandaliang naputol ang palitan ng mga kuro kuro….

“naka chat ko ang aking asawa at mga anak sa internet”
“nakausap mo na pala eh bakit parang iiyak at lungkot na lungkot ka?”
“sabi kasi ng bunso ko…”mama, kunin na natin si papa at iuwi natin sa bahay” habang hinahawakan nila ng kuya niya ang ang aking mukha sa screen ng computer. gusto kong umiyak, yakapin at halikan sila, pero hindi puiwedeng magpakita ng lungkot ang isang OFW, dahil baka lalong malungkot at umiyak si misis…sa aking dibdib na lang at lungkot at pagka giliw na nadarama”

Biglang natahimik ang grupo…

Matagal!
at dagling binago ang paksa ng usapan….

Siguro dahil sa iisang dahilan….
Dahil lahat sila bilang mga OFW ay namumuhay at dapat matutong mamuhay sa dalawang mundo na kanilang ginagalawan.
Sa harap ng naiwang pamilya sa pinas na sumasandal at umaasa sa kanila, dapat silang maging matatag…Masaya, kahit na kadalasan ay lumong lumo na…”OK lang ako dito, maayos naman ang lahat” tila ba naka program na sa utak ang otomatikong isasagot sa pamilya kahit ang katotohanan ay lubog na sa pagtitiis at paghihirap…
Na malakas at walang sakit, para huwag silang mag alala…kahit ang katotohanan ay nakahiga sa pagamutan at hirap kumilos habang kinakausap ng mahal na pamilya sa pilipinas…Dapat laging matatag…para maipakita ang “role” ng isang moog na sandalan…isang matatag na ama…butihing ina…isang ulirang anak na laging handang magmahal, maglingkod at magpakasakit alalng alang sa pamilya…larawan ng isang matibay na sandalan sakabila ng katotohanang marami sa kanila ang naghahanap din ng isang matatag na pader na masasandalan…
Nakakalungkot isipin, subalit ang isang OFW ay parang isang punching bag, na puwedeng suntukin ng paulit ulit pero hindi puwedeng gumanti ng suntok…at mas pinipili na huwag sumigaw kahit siya ay nasasaktan…hindi gagawing gumanti, dahil sa iisang dahilan…

dahil siya ay nagmamahal!…

Mahal ng isang OFW ang kanyang pamilya….
pamilyang pansamantalang iniwan para bigyan ng mas magandang kinabukasan…
Kahit na mangyari pa na kailanganin niyang mabuhay sa dalawang magka ibang mundo…

…and only an OFW can understand another OFW….
Dahil pareho sila ng buhay na pinagdadaanan

Ronald Villaluz Rafer
Operation Support and Maintenance
DLPS, Abqaiq Saudi Arabia

Habang Maikli ang KUMOT...

Habang Maikli ang kumot...



Tayong mga Pinoy ay napakasipag. Trabaho dito, trabaho dun. Kayod sa umaga, kayod sa gabi. 8-5 na nga ang trabaho, may sideline pang pagtitinda sa gabi. Hindi naman tayo suwapang, multi-tasking lang.

Kaya hindi ako naniniwalang mahirap ang buhay ng isang Pinoy, kasi tayo pag may konting pera nasa mall na. Gasta dito, gasta doon. Walang tigil sa pag gasta habang may pera...Ngayon kung nagkamali ng computation sa paggasta, natural eh di pulubi mode muna. Kung may pera na ulit, eh di all the way hapi-hapi ulit.

Ganun ang karamihan sa pinoy...at guilty ako dun.

Maiksi lang ang buhay eh, kumayod tayo para kumita at gamitin natin ang pinaghirapan natin habang nabubuhay pa tayo. Para ano pa kasi at nagtratrabaho tayo di ba? Kung hindi naman tayo magiging masaya...Eh di magpakasaya na!

Kaya yung mga nagsasabing mag-ipon para yumaman? Mga sinungaling yun kasi aanhin mo naman ang lahat ng yaman na yan, kung ang buhay mo ay malungkot naman?

Over a cup of coffee

Aside from the natural distinctive aroma of the roasted beans of brewed coffee, I most love simple conversation over a cup of coffee blended with the presence of my friends.

One chilly winter morning, my friends and I were sitting around a small table in our cafeteria talking about trivial things. We were freezing inside our jackets and our hands were as cold as cat's nose but a hot coffee fired up our conversation and fueled our bonds. It may sound like nonsense, but it was actually a special moment in time. What really matters most then was the pleasant conversation inside that small cafeteria. I haven't met some of those men before, and I say that first impressions are usually lasting. We brought the gathering to ones of our homes and unleashed the communications over more steaming cups of hot coffee. Evryone laid down their cards, expressed their ideas, talk about themselves, and listened as others talked. Differences were set aside and gaps were bridged.

These things happened in a cold wintry atmosphere when melancholy usually prevails and gray clouds lowers over a gloomy lethargy Winter is a season we feel sedated, and would rather stay in the comfort of our homes. Coffee is just right for passing time, relaxing and talking. Holding hot coffee mugs warms our hands and talking with friends while sipping over a cup of coffee tightens our bonds with them.

This story illustrates the essence of communications in building relationships. Furthermore, it helps builds successful work. Communications for me is the greatest invention men had ever made. It plays a vital part in our relationships with our families, friends, companies, and communities. Effective communications plays a significant role in a successful organization. Keeping communications line open will go a long way toward creating and maintianing a healthy environment.

Friendship is a continous communication full of interest, whether warmed over a cup of coffee or not.

The Beginning...

"The day that I left my homeland is the day that I start to live..."

The beginning

It was a cold wintry morning in 2005 when I boarded a Manila bound bus in Sta. Rosa Laguna, at the end of my resources and a the end of my rope. I pt back in my bag the newspaper clippings which have been responsible for giving me an inspiration at a time when I needed it most. At 26 years, everything I have tried had somehow failed to hold on me. in fact, I have long been in doubt whether or not there was anything really in meI was recently been fired from a job that I dont really learned to like eventhough it was the only job that I knew and was the only thing that keeps me alive and well. My physical stature makes everyone think that I was a hard man, but in reality, I was just nobody better than an no good asshole with no home and no kinsfolk to speak of, no friends, no money, no sweetheart, nothing! Just a couple of clothes and faded jeans that I got in my old backpack. Nothing to lose, and nowhere else to go. And while I was about to embark in a beginning of a new journey, I became somewhat nostalgic.

Nostalgia

My father wanted me to be a farmer, being the eldest of three sons in a family that tends a sizable farmland in the province. So I went to an agricultural school for a year, but gave that up. Then by my mother's inspiration, I tried business management for a year. No good. I had interest in management, but the thought of staying indoors and spending the rest of my life sitting in my office slowly killed my interest. Those two frustrating years, however, revealed to me what was the matter. The ambition of my parent to put me into a profession, or if not, into business have influenced me against what I really wanted. I wanted to be free!. I needed to get away out of this seemingly unending monotony of my life out somewhere where I could be me.

I love adventure. My mother always tells me that I was like one of her brother who loves the thrill of the fights and adventures in the countryside. But apart from being physically strong and active on my feet, I had no other qualifications that I knew for leading an adventurous life. Nevertheless, It was adventure that called increasingly upon me.

Then I have been troubled by the rumblings of war between the Government forces and the Islamic separatist rebels of Mindanao. Now it was a fact, and being a reservist in the Armed forces, I was called to enlist for active military services. Christian by faith, and by my strong personal feelings against the moros, I joined the Army, to fight for my country and for my faith. I did not feel that I could not have made it a good soldier because there was something about a soldier's free life for adventure and danger that appealed to me. Still, with my country's split views over the issues of war that we are fighting for, and the ravaging scandals that stormed the leadership of the military, I feel like I was caught in between the devil and a deep cliff. So altogether, my dissatisfaction and unhappiness in my life drove me to undertake this long, painful and agonizing journey to the hinterland of Arabia.

The Departure

As I looked around me, I realized that I was the only person aboard the bus. In fact, even the driver was nowhere about. Then I turned my head around me and noticed few passerby's and some noctambulant vendors around the terminal. It's quite too early at 4 A.M. to ride. My flight is scheduled at 3 P.M. It took sometime until finally other passengers begin to arrived. Two passengers seated just behind me, weather beaten hard young men who were evidently recovering from a night of too close intimacy with liquor. I could smell the spirit coming out of their breath. Then there was a keen-eyed old man, and a buxom woman. they were apparently merchants. Another man had climbed to the driver's seat, and announced that the bus was about to leave. The last passenger who took the seat beside me was a salesman working in Makati.

As we were about to roll on the road, a a clamor of friendly voices arose bidding us goodbye. No doubt, some of the well-wishers actually know some of the passengers. But from the wave of sounds that arose, I could see that the departure of that bus was an event, and I seem to feel that some of the goodbyes and well-wishes ringing in my ears were actually meant for me.

And so the rest is history...

modest proposal

some friends describes me as "simple't tahimik na pilyo at makulit".
i don't know why they say that
pero sabi nila ganun daw talaga ako,
"unstoppable" ang kakulitan at kapilyuhan. hindi halata, pero nakikita.well, i have something to share to you. it happened on my vacation last year.

naglalakad ako noon sa isang hindi gaanong kilalang shopping mall around filmore st. in makati papunta sa isang money changer ng maka encounter ko ang isang magandang promo gurl. kahit alam ko naman na merong money changer sa lugar na yun, naisipan kong magtanong sa magandang promo gurl just to start a conversation with her. matapos niyang maituro sa akin ang lugar, binigyan nya ako ng scratch-and-win promo coupon, na ikinatuwa ko naman dahil hahaba ang usapan namin. i then offered my modest proposal to her.
"ilang taon ka na miss?"
"19 po sir"
"may boyfriend?"
"wala sir, nag aaral pa po ako, kaya wala munang bf"
"ah, i see estudyante ka pala. how much are you getting from your job?"
"konti lang sir kasi part time lang po ako, may kaltas pa sa tax"
"maybe around ten thousand pesos?"
"wala po, maliit lang kasi part time lang ako"
"well then, i'll give you ten thousand pesos if you will spend a night with me"
"si sir naman, palabiro kayong masyado"
"i'm serious miss, ten thousand pesos in one night, hindi mo kikitain sa trabaho mo yan" i replied showing off to her some hundred dollar bills, and couple of thousand peso bills.
"ano naman gagawin natin sir?" she asked trying to keep her composure
"alam mo kadarating ko lang from abroad at sobrang na miss ko talaga ang mga happenings dito sa pinas. so gusto kong samahan mo ako, we'll dine and drink together, we'll have a party, we'll do enjoy the night together.what can you say?"
her cheeks then turned red as she blushed, which made her look prettier.
"ok miss, think about it then call me on this number once you're decided" i said after a while, gave her my contact number and leave...
wanna know wether she called me or not? abangan ang susunod kong post.

trapped

Trapped

I'm trapped inside my love
I never will be freed
Of the pain I always have
Of this aching, biting need

It hurts because I miss you
And the pain will never cease
It will never let me forget my love
It never gives me peace.

I can't change the way I feel
I'll live with it instead
I loved you then, I love you now
I'll love you when I'm dead

Every time I see you
And look into your eyes
I see the gurl I'll always love
Hidden deep inside

This prison is my home
It's the only thing I see
It trapped me here, there's no escape
I can never be free!!!...