Cotabato City

Cotabato City a nice place to be. It is blessed with a lush countryside. If only it were a peaceful place, it could have been a good tourist destination.

If you ever dreamed of becoming a movie star, disembarking at Cotabato Airport is the place to be. Why? You  may ask. Porters await for you similar to the sight of fans waiting for the arrival of the stars. They stand by next to the only luggage conveyor they have there. The luggage cart you usually get yourself are already in the hands of the porters. It's hospitality with a price. 

The marshland of Cotabato City which is visible from the plane as it touches down, extends as far as General Santos City. It is believed to be rich with mineral deposits, more so with oil. If this were to be developed just imagine what growth it will give this place. That same eventuality is feared to be the reason why political groups fight for the government seat at the expense of the residents' safety.

Houses in the city itself are very near the national road, not following the distance requirement provided for by law,which is at least three (3) meters easement. Danger lurks at them anytime but the residents don't seem to care. 

Food is affordable. If you want to eat tasty egg noodles you can stop at " Mardoneys" the oldest Chinese-Muslim Restaurant which also sells local delicacies like duiran hopia and "tinagtag" a local crispy candy. If you are not watching for your diet, then don't leave the city without eating lechon, alimango, and sugpo. It's cheap! If eating all these would cost us 3k to 4k in Dampa in portions, your P1500 in this city will take you to forgetfulness. Fruits you say? Cotabato has plenty to offer. Care to have a motorbike loaded with durians?

If you need malongs, scarfs, fabrics from Indonesia and Malaysia, the Barter Trade is the place to be. Best time to shop, lunchtime, which is the also the locals' prayer time.  

Checkpoints are everywhere. Every kilometer stretch there it shall be. Cops are everywhere in the city. What better way to be protected, isn't it?

Stolen Glances

We were young when we first met
Stolen glances that sometimes locked
Then hesitantly we would look away.
Hushed moments were a plenty
Repressed emotions were disturbed
But we did not give in
For things were not just right
So we drifted..




Unspoken love went to the embers
I lived my life as you did yours
Worked hard to better our lives
And a score and four years had passed.
Families we have forged
Homes happily we built
Dreams we dared to reach
until we met again...

Stolen glances sometimes locked
Then hesitantly we would look away
You have not left at all...

Yao Remembered

When I lost Pakity, my first dog from a vehicular incident, I cried the whole day. My friends wondered why I needed to cry that much for a dog. When I cried for Kambang, the pig that I bathed and fed only to be sold to merchants, my lola found it so weird because I eat pork. It took me many years before I decided to care for pets again.

It was in April of 2005 when a friend of my husband gave us a rottweiler puppy. At first I was kind of hesitant of having him because I feared that I might get so attached again and when death for whatever reason comes, I would be devastated again. But Yao was just adorable. My interest of his kind became intense that I researched about him. I knew then that he would become big and fierce. Well, indeed he grew up big. His head was as big as mine. I trained him and became his leader. He was a dreadful sight that people would have second thoughts of coming to our  house. I couldn't unleash him because he could pounce on anyone he did not know. Nevertheless I loved him and I felt loved by him too. I could already hear him bark loudly even if I was a hundred meters or so away from the house. His sense of hearing was so good that the sound of our car coming in would make him bark noisily too.

It was the first quarter of 2010 when he became sickly. He started having wounds that won't heal. Consequent to having wounds, he had fever. He would vomit after eating until he did not eat anymore. We had the Vet come many times to our house since Yao was huge and heavy to be carried. Even after the medications, Yao's condition did not improve, so the Vet told us to do euthanasia on him instead. I cried when I heard that, I said to the the Vet, I couldn't do that and said further that I would just let him die the natural way. Although the Vet informed me that it would be more pitiful to let Yao stay longer because his pain would be greater each time, I did not listen. I decided to take Yao to Binangonan. The travel was too much for him. He was nauseous and was very pale. Looking at how he was pierced my heart. 

My brother  took care of Yao on his last days. On the eve of Pinoy's inauguration as president, Yao died. Although anytime since we left him in Binangonan I knew we would, but hearing the news from my brother that he already died  still brought me to tears. My heart skipped  beats and I was having a hard time breathing. Silly perhaps to some people but even until we buried him I was still crying. It has been three and half years since he left us but I still miss him. This article is for his memory.

I thought I would not have another pet after Yao, but there came Stuart. 

My love for pets taught me valuable lessons in life like to never stop taking risks at  loving even if it meant hurting and to just keep on loving until pain does not hurt anymore..

How will I?

How will I ever tell you?

How will  you ever find out?

That my love for you has grown.

But every time I want to make  it known
You 'd  look my way and say,"Leave me alone."

How will I ever show you;

How will you ever find out?

That my heart longs for you day and night. 

Even when you don't mind me at all. 

I wished that one day for me you'd fall.

How will I ever say to you?

How will you ever find out?

That it is you I want to be with.

Foolish I'd be if  I insist 

But let me be until I grow tired to persist. 

The heart cannot be told to stop loving.

Nor can it be coached to beat to whoever.

It beats only for you my dear one;

But how will I ever say to you?

How will you ever find out?

Si Warlord

Marahil alam niyo na ang balita
Limampo't pito katao ang pinatay 
Mga katawan ay iniwang luray-luray
Sa lansangan habang ang iba'y 
Inilibing sa isang mababaw na hukay

Si Warlord daw ang may pakana 
Dahil sa sobrang takot na mawala 
Posisyon at pamamayagpag 
Ang pamilya ay kinayang gumawa 
Ng sariling lupon ng mandirigma.

Isang komedya ang tumambad 
Mga baril ni Warlord walang katulad
Isang ordinaryong sundalo ng bansa 
Di batid uri ng mga armas ng pandigma
Sa lupain ni Warlord ay nakita.

Paano nangyari ito?
Bakit umabot sa ganito?
Kung noon pa ay napag-alaman na
Kapangyarihan ni Warlord na sobra-sobra
Nakitil at nasawata na sana.

Totoong napakahirap makita 
Kasakiman na nabaon ng gunita
Utang na loob na lumason 
Sa hangaring manatili pa 
Sa kapangyarihang kaaya-aya.

Ngipin para sa ngipin
Mata para sa mata
Kung ito lamang ay panuntunan pa 
Marahil ay naubos na 
Angkan ni Warlord namaalam na sana.

Ano pa kaya ang kaya nating gawin
Upang karahasang tulad nito ay matigil?
Katahimikan at kapayapaan na mithiin
Mananatili na nga lang bang adhikain
O si Lord na lang ang bahala sa atin?

Ilang taon na ba ang nakalipas? May nanagot na ba?

Bayani Kong Tunay

Sa aking kabataan ikaw ay tiningala

Walang masabi kundi ang humanga.

Pagmamahal mo sa bayan ay sadyang dakila

Bansang Pilipinas ay pinagpala.

Kahanga-hangang  tunay ang iyong mga nagawa

Ikaw ay inspirasyon at magandang halimbawa.

Utang namin sa iyo ang kasalukuyan

Kung di sa iyong pagpupunyagi

Sampu ng mga bayaning tumuligsa

Sa pang-aapi ng mga mananakop sa ating bansa

Marahil bansang banyaga ay nagpatuloy

Pang-aalipin sa puso ng bayan dumadaloy.

Walang katulad ang iyong kahusayan 

Sa anumang larangan ikaw ang number one 

Henyo ka mang naturingan 

Kababaan ng loob mo ay kinainggitan.

Pamahalaang Kolonial natuliro

Tanong ng mga namumuno, bakit nangyayari ito?

Noli Me Tangere at El Filibusterismo,

Isinulat ng buong tapang

Isiniwalat totoong kalagayan

Kanser ng lipunan matagal napabayaan. 

Rizal, bayani kong tunay, maraming salamat sa lahat. 

Nang dahil sa iyo, nagagawa namin ito. 

Ipinagmamalaki kita sa iyong pagpunyagi

Mga Pilipinong dating sawi ngayon ay wagi 

Kalayaang hinangad ay natamasa,

Bansang Pilipinas ngayon ay kinilala.

Rizal, bayani kong tunay, maraming salamat sa lahat.

Nang dahil sa iyo, nagagawa namin ito. 

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I just  came from a rather short visit to my aunts' place in in Sapang Palay, Bulacan. I couldn't help but be nostalgic. Memories of my youth resurfaced to my conscious mind as if everything happened recently. Looking at the familiar surroundings and seeing some people who from my childhood memory existed reminded me to never be proud and ungrateful because the fiber of my being took its shape in that place. Sapang Palay has become my humility check. Whenever I feel I am too consumed of myself, going home to Sapang Palay makes me reflect of God's goodness; then, we had less materially and were wounded emotionally.

I have moved on and so did my siblings but I guess we cannot just forget the experiences we had in that place. The only difference is that the nagging memories no longer bring pain but thanksgiving. We wouldn't be the people we hoped ourselves to be had we not stayed there and experienced hardships. I need not elaborate on what exactly happened there but as always my heart warms with thankfulness as  I recall the past because God in the midst of all our adversities caused us to have persevering hearts and thriving spirits.

All of us go through trials in varying degrees, trials that the Lord allow us to undergo. Some end  up hurt and emotionally severed for life while others have decided to move on and live fruitful lives. As for me, I decided to forgive. Embedded hurts that have anchored in my heart were freed when I decided to forgive those people responsible for our misfortunes and prayed for them sincerely. Freedom was unleashed. 

Nothing in this world is permanent. Everything shall come and go, including pain and adversities.

Readiness and anticipation are not the solutions to overcome but the belief that all things happen because God has intended them to happen. All for our greater good.

Embrace on what lasts and what truly matters-Jesus does it. Let Him be your home.