Cunning Baboy

It is not about how long you lived, but how well you did.  Indeed you lived well. We remembered…people did. July 29 was the saddest homecoming I ever had. The weather is gloomy, the heaven is crying with us and the lights are out. The whole universe seems to be mourning with us as we lost the pillar of our home, the very person we see as epitome of strength of character and selflessness. We lost our father. Our lives will never be the same again; every meal will not be the same. A vital fraction of our every smile, the pillar who keeps us amidst life’s adversities is lost. Your sudden death is almost unbearable to us, your sons and nanay. Yet the stories of people you have touched lessen the pain. Indeed, you fulfilled the dream of leaving your good name as a legacy to your family. We felt their love, prayers for strength and support. To your last days you ensured that we will not be thoroughly burdened, that there will be people who will be with us…. to help us, support ...

Fatherhood is indeed destined. In my elementary years, I dreamed of becoming a priest, that the congregation would call me Father. After realizing the intricacies of the vow on priesthood, sabi ko pwede pa din naman ako maging father, for my own, little congregation, my own family. Now that its realization is within 9 months, I have mixed emotions. The highest level of excitement engulfed my nerves, gusto kong sumigaw, YES HINDI AKO BAOG! Fatherhood suddenly brings me to a new level of maturity and seriousness. Suddenly I became oblivious of life, nega peeps and month-end stresses. Just a thought from mostly ranting, should this circumstances change the aura of my blog? Can this be the new Daddy’s blog? Be threatened, daddykuri. Hehe.                                                                 ...

Dapat pala 22 ka na. You probably would have a boyfriend by now ( kung nakalusot kay nanay at sa amin ). At that age, you could have started your own career, which reminds me, we haven’t really asked what you wanted to be. There are tons of “ifs” in our minds. As reality bites, July 23 and October 20 are constant reminders of how you brought colors to our family. These dates never fails to allow us to reminisce with happy tears your days with us.   Vividly remembering your natal day, it was noon noong pinanganak ka. It was too hot, kaya naman buong hapon ka naming pinaypayan. I never went back to school that day. Everyone was excited of your presence. You were lolo’s only granddaughter ( dadalawa lang kasi kayo ni Riva ). I also remembered that incident in 1991 when a strong earthquake hit, at dadalawa lang tayo at home with manang and while we were panicking, you were laughing and enjoying the earth’s motion. Your scheming grin at the dining table when you thought of someth...

Here’s the taste of my weekend, a balance combi of work, booze and adrenalin rush… amidst some scratches (again) it was pretty awesome.

Warning: This is not a RANT post and for PG. I need to work for the family; I have to go home since wifey’s waiting; got to attend the barkada event as they will be waiting for me or they might talk of me when I’m not around, I have to report early because of meetings, I may be needed early in the office. And…. I have to learn new tricks to satisfy wifey. Admit it or not, more than ourselves, most of the time we live for others. Though they form essential part of our being but, still, most of what we do is for others. What if they’re not there by the time we need them? The BASS is in isolation for more than three weeks now as Tin’s big event is fast approaching and I need it. Badly or else it may burst the h*ll out of me. Amidst control and several attempt to focus attention and thoughts, I can’t negate the need, I just can’t. Rather than channeling the undeniable energy into other forms which causes us to sin I’d rather resort to self gratification. Something that is so familiar si...

Yes! Confirmed she is married. And I have nothing but best of wishes for her. I am overwhelmed with happiness that she was able to find someone to take care of her. Such a beautiful soul deserves someone better, more capable of loving her. 

Solitary, silence, minus the city buzz, cell phone rings, message alerts, workload, worries.... ahh it is so refreshing. This is the air of true relaxation. After receiving my college diploma and exam review in April, immediately I started working in May of 2001. Since then, work has occupied my life with occasional recreation and minimal rest. There was never a day of being jobless. Thus, sometimes I wonder, how does it feel to be a bum? But with the unemployment rate we have, the thought of not receiving anything at payday scares me to death. Today, I will just lounge. No mall, no crazy stuff, just tv and the internet. Everyone deserves a break, even pigs. My morning started a little late today. I had spicy sinangag this breakfast with fried dulong and veggie omelette. Now back in bed and will soon start reading. There is so much about life that we had the opportunity to devour that most of the times we neglect solitary and silence. In them we get to reflect more of ourselves an...