Happy Mothers’ Day


my mom with my little girl

my mom with my little girl

I Love You Mama.

It took me a long time to be able to tell that to my mother. Too long. For most of my life, I just ignored my mother. To my eternal shame, I was such a bad son that I don’t even have a picture of her and me to put in this post. That woman loved me with everything she had, and all I did to pay it back was give her pain and grief. I neglected her so badly that it had to take something big for me to realize how much she loved me. That woman loved me. With this, I hope that I can make her feel my love.

My mother never once complained, but I know now that it wasn’t easy to raise me and take care of my father at the same time. I guess to make a long story short, me and my father were both “difficult men.” My father’s disability made communication hard. My strong personality made getting things through to me a bit challenging. Still, my mom kept on being a good wife and a good mother. Sometimes I imagine myself being in her shoes and if I were her, I would have packed up and left decades ago. She is a strong woman.

I remember my mom slapping me a few times as a teenager. I don’t blame her, I really deserved it. Screw child services on this one, some kids just need to get beaten up to straighten up. I was one such case. But to be honest, I also made her break down and cry in front of me a number of times – something that a child should never put a mother through. I remember telling her once that I don’t love her with coldness in my voice. It must have been one of the most painful things she ever heard. With everything I put her through when I was growing up, she just kept being her: my mother. She is a patient woman.

My mother always told me to avoid offending anyone. She always told me to turn the other cheek. Sometimes she would be put in a situation where I know she should already be arguing or at least complaining, but she always chose peace. She’s friends with a few people that I don’t even like one bit. She’s  friends with a few unpleasant people and when I tell her not to be around those people, she would always tell me that they’re good people inside, that we should just take the bad with the good since nobody is perfect. She always tried to see the good in people. I have a few friends who aren’t “good people.” I guess I got some of that from her. She is a good woman.

My mom always tells me to “give Jesus a place in my heart” and I always tell her I don’t believe in it anymore but she still prays for me. Even now that I’m far away, she always does what I ask her to do for me. She takes care of my daughter in my place and she spoils her too much sometimes that it makes me worry. She tells me stories of how things are in the Motherland and how she takes care of everyone and I’m proud to say that my mother has one big heart. She is a loving woman.

For everything she has gone through; for everything I made her go through, I just can’t help but thank the Universe for giving me such a great mother. Not to brag or anything but people have told me how easy I am to get along with and I think I owe much of that to my mother who taught me to respect people. I have friends that I shouldn’t be friends with, and friends so difficult that they shouldn’t even have friends at all but I see the good in these people, just like she taught me. I really have one heck of a mother.

I love her and I promised her that I’ll provide for her forever. She has taken care of me and a lot of people throughout her life, she still does, but I hope that one day I’ll be able to take care of her full-time and return every bit of care she gave me. I really don’t agree with her religious beliefs anymore, but if the second coming happened and Jesus really came back, I am a hundred percent sure that Jesus would kidnap her to heaven while I burn in hell for all eternity. Seriously, I have one heck of a mother.

I love you mama. You gave me everything. You still give me your everything. Don’t worry too much about me, I’m doing fine. Worry about you, because you’re not that young and strong anymore. I promised you once that I’ll give you a really comfortable life; that one day I’ll take you to the most beautiful places that I’ve ever been; that one day I’ll feed you all the good food that I’ve ever tried in my life; that one day we’ll be together and that I’ll take care of you. Just wait a little longer mama and take care of yourself and I promise you we’ll get there. I love you so much mama.

To my mom and to all the great mothers out there who give their children everything they have:

HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!!!

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The Morning After Chapter 3: Blood and Water


In a small, very disorganized room, a woman heats a powdered substance in a spoon. As it melts, she carefully drains the contents of the spoon, aspirating all of it in a syringe. Moments later, she places a tourniquet around her arm and proceeds to inject herself…

It didn’t take long before she felt it. Slowly, she lay down her bed and slowly closed her eyes. It was as if all her problems were gone in an instant. It’s as if all the pain she ever felt has been washed away within a minute. It was as if there was no greater pleasure in the world, as if that moment was the best moment in her entire life. She was in heaven…

Moments later she couldn’t breathe but even then, she didn’t care. Even as her thoughts went blank she didn’t care. The bliss she felt earlier was all that mattered. But, that touch of heaven that she had just moments ago was the last one she’ll ever have. She now lies in her bed, alone, cold, unmoving. She was gone…

- Alex wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock. “What a weird dream.” he thought to himself, and proceeded to get ready for work.

*****

“Mister Pee-er, is it true that we aren’t going to see Chucky ever again?” Asks a little girl in class.

“Where did you kids hear that from!?” Alex asks.

“It’s true, right Mr. Pierre!? Chuck is dead, my brother told me so!” Says a boy this time.

“My mom told me that Chuck is in heaven now, playing with angels.” Says another boy.

“Is it true that Chuck is in heaven now Mr. Pierre?” Asks a girl this time.

“I really don’t know the answer to that Maggie. As some of you already know, Chuck won’t be coming to school anymore. This morning, instead of having the first period with me, we’ll be having the guidance counselor with us to talk about what happened and what we should do. For now, I want you guys to remain in your seats and stay quiet okay? If you have questions or if anyone has something to say about what happened, I want you to hold it off until the Mr. Lee comes in okay? ” Alex tells the class.

*****

“Thanks a lot Dave. I didn’t know how to tell the kids about what happened.” Alex says, sitting in the counselor’s office.

“Well that’s what I’m here for. Mr. Guidance Counselor! Sometimes this job sucks.” Mr. Lee responds as he takes off his coat and proceeds to take a seat behind his office desk.

“Seriously though, kids these days are much more aware now than we used to be when we were kids. I was surprised earlier about what some of the kids were saying!”

“That’s just how it is. This is the information age Alex.”

“I know. Anyways thanks again man. “

“I heard you witnessed the whole thing. Is it true?” Asks a curious Dave.

“Yeah sort of. I mean I was there but I just saw the car speed away. It was actually my friend who saw everything but yeah, I was there. Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time man.” Alex says.

“How are you feeling about it though?” Dave asks as he leans forward into his desk.

“I don’t know man.” Alex responds.

“You don’t know. It seems to me that you have some confusion in there. Would you like to tell me more about what’s bothering you?”

“Wait, are you trying to play shrink on me!?”

“Well yeah, sorry. I mean you’re already here in my office, what’s there to lose right? Now come on and talk to me.” Says Dave convincingly.

“Oh wait excuse me, I gotta take this.” Alex says as he looks at his phone to check who was calling.

“Yes?” Alex says as he takes the call.

“My sister….” Says the person on the other end of the call.

“Lakisha? What happened? Everything alright man? I can barely hear you man.” Alex says.

“She’s….. Gone.”

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The Morning After, page 5


“Dude… Dude… Hey… Dude wake up…” Joey says as he tries to wake Alex up from the couch.

“Wh-what? Wazup man?” Alex says as he open his eyes.

“It’s almost five man and we haven’t had any real food yet. Wanna grab some burgers?” Joey asks.

“Yeah sure. Give me a moment.” Alex responds as he goes from lying down to sitting on the couch.

“You wanna smoke some more before we go eat?” Joey asks, holding a bong.

“Nah, I’ll pass. ” Alex replies.

*****

“I tell you man, even after going here every month for these past seven years, this burger is still the best burger I have ever had in my life. ” Joey says as he slices through his burger.

“Dude, I think we should call your mom or something after we eat, checkout how she’s doing. I had this dream when I was passed out in your couch earlier. ” Alex suggests.

“Dream huh? What was it about?” Joey asks.

“It was about the day your mom took me in. Seriously man, I owe you guys a lot.”

“It’s nothing man, we’re family don’t even mention it. But dude seriously, I thought you were deaf or mute or something. The first few weeks you were like a zombie or something, not even paying attention to anything. “

“Yeah I know. Sorry.”

“No dude, don’t apologize! I mean I didn’t understand you until the next day after my mom told me dude. I’m really sorry about your parents man. “

“Yeah, shit happens.” Alex responds.

“Sometimes I don’t understand you man. ‘Shit happens.’ That’s always been your answer about your parents. I mean I don’t know man, but after all these years I don’t remember you ever talking about that. I mean you didn’t talk for about three months after what happened to your parents, and then when you finally talk, you just say ‘shit happens.’ And dude, you haven’t even visited their graves by yourself. I really don’t get it man. Sorry man but sometimes I think you’re too white or something!” Joey tells Alex as he takes another bite.

“What does my being white have to do with it!? I just don’t see the point in  talking about it. I mean they died in a car accident. Period. There’s nothing anyone could have done and nothing’s really gonna change even if I talk about it or cry about it, or visit their graves. Let’s just not talk about it anymore dude. I’m really not a big fan of talking about stuff that I can’t do anything about so let’s just talk about something else. Anyways have you heard from Lakisha yet?” Alex responds defensively.

“That’s another person I don’t understand man. Running away with that foo! She had a shot at college but what does she do? Go running off with some ghetto-ass dude who doesn’t even have a real job! And then she comes to me or moms whenever some shit goes down and they need cash!” Joey says with a hint of irritation.

“I don’t know man. Sometimes I think she blames me. I mean she never really liked me. I guess she was jealous about your parents caring for me or something I don’t know.”

“Jealous!? Fuck jealous dude! She’s just dumb man. I mean I love her man, but she’s dumb. What’s there to be jealous about? Moms loves us all dude, but she just wants it all. I mean moms made sure we all had equal stuff. Plus, you’ve always been nice enough to not have smacked her or anything after she’s disrespected you for so many times. Sometimes, I can’t help but think that you’re more like a real brother to me than she ever was my sister!”

“I don’t know man, but she’s always pushed me away no matter how hard I try to get close.”

“She’s a dumb-ass dude! Moms and Pops worked hard to give us everything man. All she had to do was look at what she got and she chose to look at what she don’t got and where is she now? Fucking nowhere! If she ain’t a dumb-ass I don’t know what she is!”

“I don’t know man, but I think you should believe in your sister more. I mean she was always mean to us, but we three had some good times too man. ” Alex tells Joey, perhaps in an attempt to console his friend.

“I really don’t know man but she pisses me off!” Joey replies as he finishes his burger.

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The Morning After Chapter 2: Alexander and Jacoby


In the back of a car is a young boy staring outside the window with a straight face. There’s music playing, but he really doesn’t hear anything. They pass by stores, houses, cars, people and animals but none of it catches even the slightest of his attention. Perhaps he should be worrying about where the driver is taking him, but he doesn’t care. Perhaps he should be worried that he barely knows the African-American woman driving the car, but he doesn’t care. Perhaps he should be worried about all the changes that are about to happen in his life, but he doesn’t care. He does not care. Since a few weeks ago, nothing in the world has any meaning or worth to him. Nothing.

“Alex, we’re here. Remember this house well okay, because this is where you’ll be living from now on.” Says the woman driving the car as she pulls over in front of a house.

Nothing. He does not respond. He does not care. The woman then gets out of the car, opens the backseat door on the boy’s side, sits to level with the boy, looks in his eyes and says:

“Alex, I’m really not sure how I can make you feel better since I don’t know how I can make myself feel better about what happened but I’m really hoping that we can help each other out. Your mom was my best friend and she was always there for me whenever I needed her, so I’m hoping that I can return the favor by being here for you. I know it’s hard and I know that it’s painful. If you need to cry, just cry and don’t hold back. If you need to talk, you can always talk to me or anyone you think you can trust. I promise that I’m gonna take care of you Alex, so I want you to be good and take care of yourself too okay? Now come on, let’s get inside the house and meet everyone.”

Alex, perhaps sensing the sincerity in the woman’s words, decides to follow the woman inside the house.

“Hey, you must be Alex. I’m your uncle George. I’m sorry for what happened kid, but don’t worry ’cause you with us now and we  gon’ take care of you like our own.” Says the tall, slightly obese African-American man who had just stood up to welcome him into the house.

“Honey, where are the kids at?” Terry asks George, to which he replies “Upstairs.”

“Lakisha! Joey! Come over here and meet your new friend!” Terry yells.

“Now this is my daughter Lakisha. I think she’s a year younger than you and Joey but I’m sure you’ll get along. Lakisha, this is Alex, my friend’s son. He’s gonna live here with us from now on. Be nice to him okay?”

“Okay mom.” Lakisha responds, then rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at Alex as soon as her mom looks away, looking for Joey.

“Joey!” Terry yells loudly.

“Five minutes mom!” Yells the boy upstairs.

“Mr. Jacoby Shelton, you come down here right this instant or I’m taking away your game console for two weeks!” Terry yells, now with a hint of anger in her tone.

“Hi! I’m Joey. What’s your name?”

Alex remains quiet, as if he doesn’t see or hear the boy who just a moment ago, came running downstairs and is now standing in front of him with a smile.

“What’s wrong? You deaf or something? Mom, what’s wrong with him?” Joey asks.

“He’s just been through a lot. His name is Alex and he’s gonna be living with us from now on so be nice to him okay? Now help him with his stuff and show him his new room, the one I told you to clean up yesterday okay?”

“Sure moms!”

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The Morning After: page 3


“Which one do you wanna use man? I got these two bongs right here, these pipes, or I can roll us a blunt or a spliff. OR, we can use this volcano vape I just got the other week!” Joey says proudly as he shows off his new volcano vaporizer.

“I haven’t tried using vaporizers before. Are they really that good?” Asks a curious Alex, looking at the volcano vaporizer with suspicion.

“Then volcano it is! You’ll love it man!” Says Joey as he gets the vaporizer ready.

*****

“I’m good man, you want another one?” Asks Joey, passing the vapor-filled balloon to Alex.

“Okay I guess I’ll finish it for you but I’m good too after this one.” Replies Alex, taking the balloon.

“So, what are you gonna do man?” Asks Joey.

“Do about what?” Replies a confused Alex.

“You know, with the shit that just happened. Are you gonna talk to the rest of your class tomorrow about it?”

“I would have to man but I’ll wait for instructions. It’s kind of hard to think of how to say it to the other kids man. I mean how do I tell them that I was there and shit? Also, what’s weird is that I think I had a dream like that last night.”

“Wait…I thought you said you dreamt of jumping off your apartment or something? Are you going psychic on me now man?”

“I don’t know man, it just kind of felt like deja vu you know? I’m too high man. You got any food?”

“Here we go again with the munchies. Help yourself man. Mi casa tu casa bro.”

“This kind of reminds me of those days when we were kids man. Your mom was one hell of a baker man.” Alex tells Joey while chewing on a cookie.

“Yeah man. I know it’s been a long time, but I’m sorry about what happened to your parents man.” Says Joey, grabbing a cookie for himself.

“Well you know, shit happens. I owe you guys a lot man, especially your mom. I don’t know how it is in the foster care program or whatever, but I’m glad your parents took me in. How’s Aunt Terry by the way?”

“Mom’s doing fine. I mean she still calls when she remembers dad. It’s been almost a decade but I guess she really loves him. That’s what’s nice about their generation man I think. True love and shit man. You can be gone for almost ten years and your woman still loves you like she always has. Now you got gold diggers, bitches, and just a lot of bullshit.” Says Joey, now slouched in the couch and looking really relaxed.

“Yeah I think we should call your mom and say hi once we get get down. Come to think of it, I’ve been too busy lately and I haven’t talked to her in a while. I’d call her now, but I might say some real stupid stuff and make her worry again.” Says Alex, also slouched in the other end of the couch.

“Dude, I think I need to pass out man. This is just strong shit. You gonna be alright here man? I gotta go crash in my bed for a bit.” Says a now tired-looking Joey.

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass out here in your couch too. Wake me up when you do though, I haven’t had anything to eat but these cookies. We need to have some real food man.” Says Alex as he positions himself comfortable along the couch.

“Will do man.” Joey replies as he walks to his room.

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The Morning After: page 2


“Sir…”

“…..”

“Sir, do you know the victim?”

“……What?” Alex replies, still shaken by the sight of a boy being run over and killed before his very eyes.

“Do you know the victim sir?” Asks the mustached police officer who responded to the incident.

“Oh…Yes, yes I do. He’s uh…One of my students. He lives around this area I believe.” Alex replies with a shaky voice.

“Do you know anyone who might want to hurt him, perhaps some parent with a silver or grey car?”

“No. I teach grade school kids and I know most of the parents, I don’t think anyone of them would want to hurt these innocent kids.”

“Okay sir thanks for your cooperation. We’ll be in touch if we need you. Please feel free to give us a call if you find out anything that might be helpful to the case.” Says the police officer before he turns around and walks to get Joey’s statement.

“I will, thank you.”

*****

“Hey man, so that kid was your student!?” Asks Joey, who just finished talking to the police officer.

“Yeah. I mean Chuck wasn’t the nicest kid in class and he’s sent a few of his classmates crying home but he did not deserve this fate.” Alex replies with a shaky voice.

“You think some parent did this? Maybe one of the kids’ parents that boy used to rough up?”

“I don’t think so. They’re just kids being kids, I’m sure the parents know better than that.”

“You alright man? Let’s go to my place and smoke this one out. What a morning man, I need to get high right now!” Says Joey as they walk to his place just a block away from the coffee shop where the event just occurred.

“I really should quit man, you know I teach kids right?” Alex tells his friend, voice still a little shaky.

“Dude, marijuana is medicine!” Joey replies with full confidence in his voice.

“Says who?” Alex asks.

“Says my medical marijuana card right here!” Joey says, while bringing out his wallet and showing his medical marijuana card.

“Nothing is wrong with marijuana man, it’s just a conspiracy man I tell you. I’ve been on zoloft, prozac, and some other medications you know that, but weed is the only thing that has ever worked. Besides, you can’t deny it man, it’s obvious that this shit is getting to you, your hands are still shaking! We NEED to smoke this shit out.” Joey says, convincingly.

“I still can’t believe you’re a dentist sometimes, you know that?” Alex replies.

“Can’t a man take a break from time to time!? I work hard taking care of those kids who don’t even really brush their teeth. Sometimes I really just wanna send them home and yell at their parents to get their fucking kids to brush their teeth! I really don’t know how I’d be able to stay sane working at a kids’ dental clinic without getting some THC when I get home. Plus this shit man, we really didn’t need to see that.”

“Okay man whatever.” Alex replies as they both enter Joey’s apartment.

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The Morning After Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End


“This is the end.”

Alex thinks to himself as he jumps off his apartment window, looking up to the sky with a sigh of relief as he falls towards the concrete ground below…

*****

“Hey, is everything alright!? I think you were having a nightmare.” Says the beautiful blonde woman looking at him with a worried look as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Who…Are you?” Alex asks as the woman gets out of bed and puts her clothes back on.

“Nice to meet you too Alex. I have to go, I have a meeting at eight this morning. Here’s my card, and I totally won’t forgive you if you forget my name again.”

“Laura Robertson, Oda pharmaceuticals. Nice to meet you…” He says to himself, looking at the calling card as the woman walks out of the room.

As soon as the woman walked out the door, he looks for his phone, checks the time and it’s 5:26am. Since it’s Saturday, he does not have work and decides to go back to sleep.

*****

“Seriously man, you hooked up with that hot blonde chick from last night and you don’t even remember a thing!? You don’t hook up with a woman like that and forget everything! Jesus man, I seriously think you should stop drink – HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! “Joey screams as he throws his coffee towards a silver car speeding past them, leaving behind a small boy, unmoving and covered in blood, lying lifeless on the street.

*****

“Hey whats up?” Alex says as he picks up the call on his cellphone.

“Wanna have some coffee brother!? You gotta tell me the details on that hot chick you picked up last night” says the voice on the other end.

“Sure man. I’ll meet you at the coffee shop right down the street in thirty minutes.”

*****

“Here’s my boy right here!” says Joey, a tall young man, as he reaches out to give Alex a tight handshake.

“So, how was it with that chick last night!? Damn dude!”

“I don’t know.” Alex Replies. “I mean I had this dream about jumping off my apartment building and then I wake up with a blonde looking at me all worried but I really don’t even remember how that woman got there in the first place. What happened last night man? The last thing I remember was having that second shot of whiskey.”

“Wait wait wait….So you’re telling me, that you remember some freaky dream where you kill yourself but you forget how you hooked up with such a hot woman and don’t remember whatever the fuck happened!? Please man, don’t be a dick and just tell me how it went. Was she good? What did you do? Come on man, I’ve been your wingman as far as I can remember, you don’t have to be holding back on me now!”

“I really don’t remember man…but at least I have her card. I’m gonna call her tomorrow and maybe ask her out to dinner or something.”

“Now that’s my boy right there! But seriously man, you hooked up with that hot blonde chick from last night and you don’t even remember a thing!? You don’t hook up with a woman like that and forget everything! Jesus man, I seriously think you should stop drink – HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! “

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Today On Your Wedding


me and ate cha

i don’t have any pictures of you and kuya pancho so i decided to put a picture of you and me!

Today on your wedding, I wish I was there to witness you sealing your life together with the love of your life. I wish I was there to see how beautiful my dear Ate Cha was on her biggest day. I wish I was there to see your smile, laughter, and perhaps even tears of joy on this day of days. I wish I was there to share in the memories of this special day, which you will cherish all your life.

Today on your wedding, I wish to tell a little story of us growing up. The earliest memory I have of you is at grandma’s house, where you all used to come over bringing that game duck hunt and other cool stuff. I guess I didn’t understand the concept of sharing back then and I would cry and tell on you guys if you don’t let me play.

I saw you guys at least once a week and we played games together. There were also times when you would come over and bring your self-made comic books. I still remember one character having a diamond-thing in his forehead and was like the alien leader or something.  To tell you the truth, I actually made my own “comic series” the next day called “SPF: Special Police Forces” because I was so inspired by your work.

Years passed and we all grew up and apart. We only saw each other on some holidays and occasions but I was happy that you still acknowledged me. I want you to know that that day we went to San Francisco with Ate Jill and Kat is one of my most precious memories because I really had fun with you guys. I wish I hung out with you more back then, and I wish you can come visit and hang out with us here again.

Today on your wedding, I wish to apologize for not coming up with the song I told you about. I actually have the chorus recorded but I just couldn’t get around the verse lyrics. One day, I’ll make an awesome song and I’ll give it to you as a present. For now, I hope that this message is enough to show you my love and support on this special day.

Today on your wedding, I wish you to know that I’m happy for you. I wish you all the happiness in the world Ate Cha and Kuya Pancho. I wish you health and prosperity all the days of your lives. I wish you both a strong and fulfilling marriage that only brings more and more happiness with the passage of time.

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My Wedding Present


i wasn’t sure if you would allow me to post your faces so i just took this one off of your fb pics i hope it’s okay since you have goggles on.

This is for my Ate Jill, who is about to get married tomorrow. I missed your engagement and sadly I also have to pass on your wedding for reasons that you already know but if I could, I would be there and see you on this day of days. I’m sorry that I can’t give you anything, but if messages from deep in the heart had real monetary value, I can be sure that this would be one of the most expensive wedding gifts. This is for you ate, this is my wedding present.

I still remember the first time I met you a long time ago. I was just a little kid and being an only child, I really have no idea how it was if I had a sister. But when you came with everyone on that vacation in the Philippines, you payed attention to me and made me feel welcome while Rod on the other hand, was being all kinds of mean – sorry Rod, I hold no grudge, just putting things in contrast. From that point on, you became my “Ate,” which in Tagalog meant “Elder Sister” and I guess you always will be.

I remember we kept in touch for a brief time after you all went back home. I remember writing that first letter for you guys and didn’t know the correct spelling of your name. I spelled it “Ate Gil” and guessing from your reply to that letter, you were not pleased. I’m not sure if I ever apologized for that but here, after a long time, I wish to apologize my dear Ate Jill.

Fast forward about a decade later. My first time coming here in America Uncle Bonnie took me with him to San Diego. You were still in college then if I remember correctly. I’m sure you had other more important or more fun things to do, but you made an effort to come see me at their place and hang out with me. I used to keep the pictures we took then in my room at home in the Philippines and I still had it before I left two years ago. I wish it’s still all there one day when I go back there and visit.

Fast forward another decade and here I am again, back in America and you’re still the same Ate Jill who cared about me. It made me really glad that it was all the same, like no time has passed and we never grew up. You were still really nice to me, and it was always more comfortable for me whenever you were around. I could always tell you my problems and you would always give me the best advice.

I still remember the part where we were driving back to your place to hangout with the rest of our cousins after that party we attended. I don’t remember much after being really drunk at your house, but I remember the part when I was so down that I even cried a bit while telling you everything that bothered me. To sum up everything you told me, you taught me about “Tunnel Vision” and I guess now I’m on tunnel vision, working hard towards improving my life and not paying too much attention to things that would keep me off the path.

Also, I remember the time when my ex left me for another man. It really hurt, and you were one of the people who kept me from possibly going crazy. I still remember this line very well: “Just do what you always do, carry the pain with you from day to day until one day, one morning, you would wake up and find that though you still think about that person, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” I used to play those words of yours every day just so I could stay sane and now I’m here, that day has already passed and I’m ready to start my life over.

I remember the morning my father died. It was by far the saddest day of my life. I remember just sitting in the corner of my room crying, not knowing how to deal with the pain. I remember texting you that morning to get me out of the house. It was really early in the morning, and you must have had other plans that day but you texted back and told me you would come pick me up in an hour. You took me to Big Sur, the perfect place for me to reflect on my situation and ponder on how I would go on with life without my father. For that I really am thankful.

Every time I had something to complain about, I knew I always had you to vent to. I know it’s not fun listening to someone else’s problems but you always listened and never complained. You always had my best interest in mind, and you always made it a point to make me feel acknowledged. You always looked out for me and always found ways to help me out and make me happy when things weren’t looking up.

You are a good Ate, and on this day of days, I wish you and Nate a happy life together. You always told me about him back when he was still courting you and though I admit that I was initially against him for the shallowest of reasons, my opinion changed when I got to know him in person and I can truly say that I am happy for you. I know I don’t have to tell you how to be a good wife because just knowing how you are, I already know that you will make a really good wife and mother to Nolan and to your biological children, if you ever decide to have them.

I congratulate Nate for marrying my Ate Jill. I know that you already know this but let me just state for the record that you have made a wise decision. That woman you are marrying has a really big heart, capable of so much love and I can guarantee that she will do her best to be the great wife that you need her to be. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to you guys’ wedding, but I’ll be here if you need me for anything somewhere down the road.

In a world where most people just want to live easy and carefree lives free of responsibility, I believe that choosing to marry someone and committing oneself entirely to loving, caring, and supporting one person – the same person all your life – is a really great thing to do and for choosing each other Ate Jill and Nate, I congratulate you. May you both live the rest of your lives loving each other faithfully and strongly. May you both find prosperity and success in you lives as one and may you both be happy together for the rest of your lives.

Congratulations Ate Jill and Nate!

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Three Hundred Seventy Nine Days Later


I started this blog exactly 379 days ago. To be completely honest, I was ready to pull the plug just a few moments ago. But then I realized that most of my thoughts and emotions from the past year have been recorded in this blog. I realized that I had placed a few important details, ideas, and memories in this very blog and if I discarded this blog, all of that will be lost and forgotten.

379 days later, I still don’t have a clue as to who I really am. All I know is that I have an idea of who I want to be and I keep working on that every single day but it seems that I can’t really go against fate. No matter how hard I struggle and no matter what I do, I keep coming down to this same spot that I was 379 days ago.

What has changed though? Well first, I have become less active in blogging and more active on other things. When I started, I had the idea that I can be as big as the Professional Bloggers that I used to look up to. Just imagine making a decent amount of money by just typing up your thoughts and publishing them for the world to see. It sounds really cool doesn’t it?

Looking back now, 379 days ago I thought blogging was easy. I thought a lot of things were easy but as always, fate never fails to humble me by shattering my expectations and letting my hopes and dreams fall apart before my eyes. I know this sounds negative, but believe me, I appreciate what fate has done and what fate is trying to teach me.

379 days later the question is, have I learned my lesson? I guess the answer is that I have learned, but old habits die hard. I don’t know why, but I have always been a person who thinks too far ahead that I miss all the small yet very crucial details. I realize that I have been this way all my life – seeing what looks like an opportunity, making grandiose plans, and calculating possible benefits and then later experiencing massive failure.

On the other hand, within these 379 days that passed I have experienced a number of small victories and gains which I never really saw or planned for. I am the man with a plan alright, but fate shatters all my plans and drives me through its own plan. This all simply reinforces my belief that there is a plan, a fate, a destiny for everything.

I have made my choices and I have made and followed plans aimed at “improving” my fate, but then I realize that control over my own fate is merely an illusion. We can always make choices, but the choices themselves aren’t under our control. And then, once we make a choice, we again are faced with choices. Life is a multiple choice exam and destiny is the examiner.

So now, where do I go from here?

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