Biyahe Tayo!

Ang buhay ay isang mahabang paglalakbay. Marami mang mga daan pero kailangan lang natin mamili kung alin ang daan na pupuntahan natin. Sa bawat daan na pinipili natin, hindi natin maiwasang may U-turn at kaialangan mong magdetour sa biyahe. Pero minsan, sayong detour, saka mo lang napansin ang mga magagandang halaman na namumulaklak sa daan. Hindi mo siya napansin dati kasi nga ang bilis ng takbo mo noong una. Masakit minsan ang bumalik sa simula pero minsan worth it naman na magsimula uli dahil nakikita natin ang mga bagay na hindi natin napapansin dati. Dahil dito, natututo tayong pahalagahan ang mga bagay na sa una ay walang halaga.

Minsan naman, may stopover. Kailangan nating huminto para bigyan ng pagkakataon na may ibang sumakay o kaya ay kailangan nating bumaba dahil may kailangan tayong daanan. Minsan naman ay humihinto lang tayo dahil simple lang, naagod tayo.

Minsan naman ay may alternative route, kailangan nating dumaan sa ibang daan para mapuntahan ang ating patutunguhan. Naiba man ang pamamaraan pero doon pa rin ang ating pinatunguhan.



Pagkatapos ng Ulan


Paano kung ang taong pinakamamahal mo ay hindi mo nakatuluyan? Paano nga ba ang magmahal uli kung naibigay mo na ang lahat ng pagmamahal sa kanya?’ Paano nga ba ang mag-move on? Madaling sabihin ang mga salitang let it go at move on pero mahirap itong gawin. Hindi natin alam kung paano natin sisimulan. Pero tingnan natin kung paano nakamove on itong si Arthur sa kanyang unique na paraan.

Pagkatapos ng naranasang kabiguan kay Desi, nilunod ni Arthur ang kanyang sarili sa trabaho. Maayos na sana ang lahat pero nagulo ang mundo niya nang lumipat siya ng condo. Nang pauwi na siya ay bigla na lang may tumambad sa harapan niya ang nakahandusay na  katawan ng isang babae. Akala niya ay patay na ito. Mabuti na lang hindi. Hindi nga ba?

Kinupkop niya ito pero parang gusto niyang magsisi na ginawa niya yon. Sa halos araw-araw ba naman na nakakasama niya ito ay parang siya ang papatayin nito sa heart attack sa katatakutang dala ng kakaibang babae. Tumatawa na parang sa mangkukulam kahit wala namang pinagtatawanan.  Naglalakad sa madaling araw na parang wala sa sarili. Aatakehin nga kaya siya sa puso dahil sa takot o dahil sa pag-ibig?

Is the effective way to move on is to FREAK OUT???….


Teka, horror story ba talaga to? Basahin niyo na lang nang malaman niyo.

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When it rains it pours daw. Ganito ang kaso ni Desideria Trinidad dahil ang ulan ang nagdala sa kanya ng taong magmamahal sa kanya at ng taong mamahalin niya. Pero ang mahirap doon ay magkaibang tao sila. Eh sino ba naman ba siya para maging choosy, losyang na probinsiyana pa at higit sa lahat mahirap lang siya. Pero sino naman kaya ang pipiliin niya sa dalawa, ang taong palaging dahilan ng mga ulan sa buhay niya o ang taong nagsisilbing payong sa bawat ulan ng buhay?

Abangan ang kanyang unique at nakakatuwang love story na hinding-hindi niyo magagawang palagpasin. Akala niyo drama ito ,no. FYI, basahin niyo na lang at malalaman niyong hindi pala siya kadramahan lang kundi may suspense, misteryo at katatawanan. Isang istoryang halu-halo sa saya at excitement.

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It was gloomy Sunday morning when she accompanied Mike to the Loyola Memorial Park. It is the most exclusive private cemetery located in Parañaque City. The cemetery is thirty minutes to travel by car from the BF Homes Subdivision where she and Mike are neighbors.
The weather cooperated with the lonely surroundings. She was staring at him when Mike knelt and slowly put the bouquet of flowers on the grave of Jasmine. He lighted the candle they brought and he put it beside the flowers. Silently, he stood beside her. She looked at him. He is wearing a dark sunglass even if the sun is hidden in the clouds. She can’t even notice if he’s crying or not.
“Are you alright, Mike?” she asked.
“Y-Yeah…” he whispered huskily.
It’s been a year since her friend Jasmine died of a car accident. Since then, Mike never smiled again. It seems that his life is buried with his fiancée six feet under the ground.
She could hear as he took a deep breath as if it’s his way to release the heavy loads that burdened his heart. If only she can make those eyes twinkle again. If only she can make those lips smile again. But she doesn’t know how.
“She’s happy now. Sometimes I envy Jasmine because she is in a peaceful place now. No more pain for her. However, she still owns your heart,” she said. “You too, you need to go on with your life, Mike.”
“I can’t forget her, Maggie.”
“I am not saying that you forget her because she will be in our minds forever but you have to let her go in your heart. You have to forgive yourself. Stop dwelling on the past. Live your life again. Move on, Mike.”
“It’s easy to say that but I don’t know where and how to start.”
“I am here to help you. I’ll always be here to help you. I’ll never leave you, Mike.”
“Thanks for always being there for me, Maggie.” He held her hand and said, “You’re such a good friend.”
Friend… This word echoed in her mind. For all these years, he is still calling her friend. How she wished that he could love her more than friends. How she wished to be hugged by his masculine arms. How she really wished that he’ll realize that he’s better off with her. She could almost shout out loud to his face that she is there beside him, waiting to be loved by him. But she did not. She’s afraid of rejection.
They were going back to the car when a familiar voice calls them. A lady with exact resemblance with Jasmine is holding a bouquet of flowers. Her hair is long and straight and flows with the waves of the wind.
“Kristine! When did you arrive?” she asked excitedly.
“Yesterday… Off course it’s my sister’s death anniversary.”
Kristine hugged her and shook hands with Mike. Mike removed his sunglass and stared at Kristine. His eyes twinkled as if he saw Jasmine.
“When will you go back to America?” she asked.
“I’m not going back to America. I am staying here for good. Dad is complaining that I should spend more time with him before he dies.”
“Is he sick?” Maggie asked worriedly.
“Yeah… Hypertension… But I know he’ll be OK if he will follow his doctor. I love him and I missed him that’s why I went home.”
“It’s good that you’re staying here. You’re the only child now. You are supposed to be with your parents especially at this moment.”
Kristine took a deep breath as she shrugged her shoulder.
“It’s been a year. It feels like yesterday. I really missed my sister so much.” Her tears fall down.
Maggie held her hand to make her feel her sympathy. Kristine is as lovely as her sister. They are her good friends in college. They are the sisters she never had.
“By the way, Kristine, where are your parents?” Maggie asked.
“They’ll be coming. They’re on their way. I just went ahead of time.”
Mike eyed Maggie telling something.
“Come on, Maggie. I have something to tell you.”
His eyes rolled around. Maggie knew what he’s thinking. Jasmine’s parents are coming. Before the accident happened a year ago, Mike and Jasmine had a misunderstanding and Jasmine’s parents blame Mike for Jasmine’s death.
“Kristine, I am sorry if we need to go. Don’t worry I’ll attend the commemoration rites this afternoon.”
“OK. I understand. Bye.”
Mike pulled her into the car. It is almost fifty meters away from the grave. He leaned anxiously on the seat of his black Toyota Vios. For the meantime, he did not start the engine.
“You know, Maggie… this doesn’t sounds good but is it possible that I fall in love with Kristine the way I love Jasmine?”
“I…don’t know. It’s just that I feel the same for Kristine every time I saw her.”
“That’s insane!”
“It may sounds crazy but it’s true, Maggie. I know you’ll understand me so I’m opening it up to you.”
“You’re thinking that Kristine can be replacement of Jasmine. They’re twins but Jasmine is different from Kristine. You can’t love a woman instantly because she looks like your dead girlfriend? What will their parents do if it happened?”
“I know…I know…”
“Mike, you can’t call it love because your heart is still beating for Jasmine. It’ll never be called love if you see Jasmine’s image when it’s Kristine after all.”
“I’m confused. Since the very first day that I saw Kristine on Jasmine’s necrological service, it felt like my heart jump for excitement and nervous. I thought Jasmine went back for me.”
“Mike, I understand you but it’s not the right way to mend your broken heart. You have to let go of Jasmine, all about Jasmine first so that your heart is ready to love again. You’ll only hurt yourself and also Kristine if that’ll happen.”
“I…thank you, my best friend. I’ll think about it,” he stared at her. “You know what? I realized that the guy you will love is very lucky, Maggie. You’re very understanding that’s why you are important to me.”
She smiled timidly. Her heart is touched by what he said but at the same time it feels like it is squeezed until the very last drop of blood. She felt the pain that was encompassing her for years. If he only knew that he’s the lucky guy. She’s his best friend. Best friend only. They’ve known each other since they were in grades school. Their parents are friends and neighbors that’s why they met twenty years ago. They were close to each other and no one can separate them since then. He is very handsome and very sweet since then. Mike’s and her parents almost thought that they should get married when they reach the right age. But Jasmine came. Maggie is lovely but Jasmine is lovelier. She did not blame Jasmine because she was the one who introduced her to Mike.
They got to BF Homes Subdivision. She thanked him for the ride. She waited for him to enter his garage and parked the car. Her house is in front of his so she can see if he already entered their house.
She called Kristine and checked if she’s home already. Maggie told her that she will attend the commemoration rites. Their house is located at the other subdivision near BF Homes. Before Jasmine died, she used to sleep in their house especially when her parents are out of the town for business trip.
She brought her handbag with her. She checked if her medicines are with her especially the sleeping pills. She is insomniac since last year.
Kristine smiled at her when she saw Maggie opened the window of her car. She unlocks the gate and let her park in the garage of their two-story house.
“Come in. Have you eaten your lunch?” Kristine asked as they enter the house.
“Not yet. I’m starving.”
“I am cooking my specialty, seafood pasta.”
“Hmm…sounds delicious. Where are your parents?”
“They are still in the memorial park. They have their moment with Jasmine. I just went home ahead of them because of the visitors that are coming this afternoon.”
“Hmmm…OK. By the way, I am sleeping here. There’s no one at home. Silence will kill me.”
“No problem. Feel at home,” she answered.
They proceed to the kitchen of Kristine’s house. Kristine is boiling the pasta on the uncovered pot. While boiling, she sauté the garlic and onion and the other ingredients. Maggie smelled the aroma coming from the pasta she is cooking.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh sure,” Kristine answered sweetly.
“What can I do?”
“Just make a juice for us. The powdered juice is on the fridge.”
While on her back, Maggie looked for the powdered juice in the fridge. She got the glass pitcher and poured water first in it. And then, she mixed the juice in the pitcher while Kristine is in front of the stove. She made Kristine taste the juice.
“Hmmm… It’s good.”
“Do you think I can be your apprentice, Chef Kristine?” she joked.
Kristine laughed and said, “Yeah not bad.”
Maggie poured a glass of juice for her and for Kristine.
“Bottoms up…” Maggie eyed her as if she’s challenging her to drink it all.
“Cheers!” they both shouted.
They drank the juice until the very last drop. Suddenly the phone rang. Maggie volunteered to answer it because Kristine is busy cooking. Kristine’s mother is on the line. Maggie talked to the other line while Kristine is attentively listening in the kitchen.
“Who is it?” she asked when she put down the phone.
“Y-Your mom…” Maggie told her worriedly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Kristine, she said that your father had a heart attack. He’s in the hospital now.
“What!” Kristine immediately turned off the stove and got her car key. “Can you manage alone here?” she asked. “Take your lunch even if we’re still not around.”
“Yeah… Don’t worry about me. Go on.”
Kristine rushed to her black car and drove and got lost in her sight.
A devilish smile slowly drawn on Maggie’s face… She’s gone! They’re gone forever! Jasmine died exactly one year ago, and now Kristine will die the same way as her sister. Her car crushed because she fell asleep while driving, because of the sleeping pills that she put on her drinks one year ago and now it’s Kristine. The juice, the pills, the phone and the car, these are the main ingredients to cook the fabricated accident.
“No one will hinder Mike to love me. Mike is mine. All mine. Mike will finally see me and love me.”
She returned home immediately. Tonight, and following nights, will be sleepless nights for Maggie. She will need more sleeping pills – if until when – she doesn’t know.

————THE END. —————


I am walking again in this park with a smile in my lips yet with pain in my heart. I look up the sky. I see a group of clouds making different formations and the sun is shining brightly as it slowly moving from the east. The crystal blue color of the sky reminds me of her. How could I forget her? She left a big hole in my heart…
It’s been a month. I took a deep breath and shrugged my shoulder. I still remember everything…
“Why do all the people that I love leave me one by one?” I asked myself with my eyes on the ground while sitting on my favourite bench in the park.
“It’s best to cry when you want to cry, Eric,” said the lady in front of me.
I saw she’s wearing pink slippers. I slowly move my head up and saw a pair of familiar eyes staring at me.
She smiled at me while I just stared at her. Did she see what happened?
I was surprised that time. She was my childhood friend but we never get close to each other. She was living blocks away from our house before but their whole family transferred to nearby town after she graduated elementary.
“I’m not that kind of a child anymore, Cara.”
“Sometimes it’s good to control your tears but sooner or later it will become natural to hold them back and then eventually your heart will stop feeling anything at all.”
“Crying doesn’t change anything.”
“The more you can cry the less sadness you’ll feel. You’re simply too nice, Eric, so you should cry even if you’re a man because you don’t want to lose what’s important to you.”
I looked at her. I saw the sincerity in her eyes. It was the first time that I look closely at her. She was wearing a colourful kerchief in her head. May be it was her fashion style.
Then I thought…When was the last time I cried? I don’t know…It’s maybe because I’m getting used to it. Failure is the name of my life. I fail in everything, love, family and career. My girlfriend broke up with me in this park today. My parents were separated since I was two years of age. My promotion that I’ve been waiting for almost four years of working in a marketing company is still on the process.
“Life is so unfair for me, Cara. Maybe this is my fate after all. The fate of being left behind, the destiny to fail and to suffer. If we’re out to live in a world of nothing but suffer then perhaps we should cease to exist.”
She sat beside me. “Don’t say that, Eric. They always say that when you fall, it’s best to fall straight to the bottom and the farther you crawl back up, the greater you will become as a result. The ability to get up after a failure is far more admirable than the ability to never fail. I don’t believe in fate or destiny. And if there is fate or destiny, the only human who can surpass fate are those who can truly believe in themselves till the end. But I believe more in God’s plan. That no one is an accident and everything happens for a reason,” she said while looking at the sky. Her feet are swaying back and forth while her hands are on the bench.
I was surprised of what she said that time. Maybe she’s right and I was wrong. Of all the people who will comfort me that time, Cara did that. She is the least person that I expected because we were not really friends. I bullied her when we were kids.
After that conversation, I used to go to the park waiting for the chance to saw her. And I was fortunate because I saw her again on the same spot where I first met her.
We talked a lot like there’s no tomorrow. And because of that I had the chance to know her even more. She was nice and cheerful. She has a positive outlook in life which I never had. I always worry about tomorrow.
One day, I told her if I could visit her at her house but she refused. I was disappointed that time so I never went to the park for one week.
But week felt like years without seeing her smile and hearing her laughter. I really missed her so much. If I want to move on with my life, I would like her to be my reason. She made me appreciate life again.
After one week without communication, I decided to visit her. I took the risk after all. It is now or never. I asked one of the residents who live around the park so I found her house immediately. It was located under a bridge, a walking distance away from the park.
It is the only house under the bridge. It was made of bamboo and nipa. I never anticipated that she is living in a small house under a bridge.
I looked around. On the wall outside, I saw a poster of a woman and there it was written “May you rest in peace”.
I was hesitant to knock. The small door is made up of a wood but was distorted by some termites. Maybe it was not her house. I turned around and decided to go back. When I was starting to step forward I heard a familiar voice called me. I knew it was her.
I turned around.
‘She still wears her kerchief again’, I said to myself.
She was stunned. “E-Eric? Why are you here?” she asked.
“I told you I want to visit you.”
“Why?” she looks puzzled.
“You don’t want me here?”
“Y-yes…I mean no…It’s just that I was surprised.”
She invited me to enter the small house. And before going inside, she cut the nylon tied on the four corners of the poster hanged on the wall.
“Is she your mother?”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“You don’t have to feel that way, Eric.”
I can’t find words to say. Those were the times she needed someone to lean on and someone to cry on but I was never around.
“I’m ok, Eric. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“You can cry on my shoulder.”
She smiled with a bit of sarcasm. “You told me that crying doesn’t change anything.”
I also smiled.
“I know but for a woman like you it is very natural to cry.”
“Crying doesn’t require gender. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a man or a woman. Besides were human after all. Off course, I’m sad that my mother was gone however I’m happy for her. She is happy wherever she was. I’d already accepted the fact that all people have their own schedule.”
I just stared at her. How could a strong person be inside the body of this small lady in front of me?
“Crying doesn’t mean that you’re weak. Sometimes it means that you’ve been strong for so long. It symbolizes your pure love to a person.”
I took a deep breath.
“Do you want to walk at the park?” she asked.
I nodded. Perhaps the park is her favourite place.
We were silently walking when we passed by the bench. It’s the same spot where my girlfriend broke up with me.
She sat first. I was hesitant to sit but I thought…Cara approached me because of what had happened.
“Do you believe in true love?”
“Why did you ask that so suddenly?”
“I don’t know what true love is anymore. I thought I did and I was wrong. All I’m certain is that I don’t want to be hurt again.”
“Why do you say so?” she asked me while we were walking.
“My parents were separated since I was a kid. If it’s true then why my parents go on separate ways? If love is true then why my girlfriend and I ended up our relationship?”
“Pain and love are interconnected. You will never be in pain if you never love. But love is the essence of being a human. We are created to feel. Do you know the happiness of those who believe? Those people who believe in themselves and in God can alter even fate. If you really believe in it, it will come true. Even in love. God is love. Do you believe that God is true?”
“It’s the same when you believe that love is true.”
“How did you know that it is love and how did you know that it is true?”
“Love itself is true. It will never be called love if it’s not true. It is redundant when you use true and love at the same time.”
“Then what do you call those feelings that are not true?”
“Sometimes they are called infatuation, obsession or attraction.”
I was amazed and touched by this woman.
“You’re tough for a woman. Your parents are definitely proud of you. By the way, where is your father?”
“He left us after my mother was paralyzed. My mother… she was waiting for my father till her last breath.”
I heard her took a deep breath while playing her fingers on the bench.
I tapped her shoulder.
“Death is irresistible. We don’t know what will happen next. Life begins and it also ends because there is time for everything. Everyone died, some early, some late. It’s nothing to whimper about. But dying with nothing but regret and if only was pathetic. All we have to do is do the things we have to do before we regret those things we never did so live life the most out of it,” she continued and smiled at me.
How can Cara still smile that way? Her father left them with nothing. She had a paralyzed mother. She gave up her dreams of being a teacher just to take care of her mother and now she’s dead. She stopped from college because of financial problems. She has a small house under the bridge. Her life is like a misery the way it looks however she can smile that way. She is something.
“How can you go on with your life like that? I thought I was the unlucky person here,” I asked her as I tried to smile.
“There’s no such thing as luck but blessings. Good or bad, it is still a blessing. If there are bad things happening in my life, I count them. Then I also count the good things. Afterwards, I compare them. Then I always find that good things are more than bad things after all. When there is time that my hope is starting to fall apart, I count my blessings and I look up. Then I realized that there are things that I must be thankful for. The wide sky reminds me that there is nothing bigger than God, not even my problems.”
I was enlightened by what she said. I thought that I was the most unfortunate person but Cara’s life is more miserable than I have yet she is thankful for all the blessings she had.
“Cara, have you ever been in love?” I asked her without even thinking.
I felt sudden pain in my chest. It felt like it is bursting. I should’ve shut my mouth for asking her that question.
Then I felt someone pulling my shirt.
My mind turns back to reality.
“Pa, I’m so hungry. You told me we’re going to Jollibee.”
“Off course, Carlo…” I walk and hold his left hand with my right. “Come on. Let’s go?”
He jumps out of excitement and I lose grip of him. I see his smile. He smiles like Cara. From now on, we have to live a life without her. It’s lonely but I’m not alone because she left me with our son, Carlo. It was five years ago when I met her. She told me that she was in love with someone yet he did not notice her because he was in love with somebody else. I never thought that it was me. Then she died of a breast cancer one month ago.
She’s a very special person. She taught me to count my blessings, to be thankful for all of them, to smile in the midst of trials and to have a positive outlook in life. Besides, it will never be called life if there are no trials and problems at all. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cried. But these are the reasons what we are right now.
I smiled seeing my son’s reaction. As I watch him jumping, I feel the tears coming out of my eyes. This is the second time that I cried as I remember because the first time is when she finally closed her eyes and died in my arms. I thought my eyes are dry. So this is how it feels to have a true love, an unforgettable love.
The most meaningful episode of my life was those moments with her. She is the greatest blessing that I received from God. We lived our life the most out of it when we’re together with our son. And now, even if she’s gone, I will continue to live my life for her and for our son.
We walk away from that place holding each other’s hands. I know Cara is with us right now wearing her best smile.

-The End-


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Huh… Hahahahahaha…
Hindi totoo yan.
Nararanasan niyo rin ba to?
1. ANG MAIBUGAW??? (Hehe)
Bakit kaya kapag may bagong kakilala o ipapakilala na single din, ituturo ka agad. Kahit kung sinu-sino na lang eh no. Don’t ME (Wag ako) Wag ganon, uy… Pambubugaw na yan. BUGAWWW… Wag kayong nagtuturo, baka kayo manuno. Nunooo…
Bakit kaya kapag nakita ka nilang malungkot,sasabihin agad nila na siguro single ka? Huh… Bakit, lahat ba ng taken masaya? Pag malungkot single agad, di ba pwedeng wala lang sa mood o kung ano pa man. Kapag nakita ka naman na masaya, sasabihin naman nila, siguro may bf ka na kaya ka masaya. nasaan ang hustisya.Hustisya naman uy….
Kapag single ka, sasabihan ka nila na MAG-ASAWA na. Hahanapan na ng apo, pamangkin, etc. Itatanong na kung kelan na ang kasal. Kesyo meron na gustong mag-abay, magbestman, magkasal, magsindi ng kandila, at kung anu-ano pa. BF nga wala pa, yan pa kayang mga request na yan… Naman eh.
Lagi kang tatanungin kung meron na, at sasabihin mo na lang na meron na, kaso di pa niya alam na boyfriend mo siya o kaya sasabihin mo sa kanila na meron na pero LDR (long distance relationship) lang nang matigil na sila. STOP ME (Tigilan niyo ko.) Hahahaha…

Sino mga single diyan? Share if you experienced or are experiencing one of them right now. Ako kasi, lahat ng yan. Hahaha…
This is for fun only.