The day you came along......(Sendong's Aftershock)

               A week and a day more to go before the most awaited day by the young ones. Children were so excited for they will be recieving presents again. Presents from Sta., from theire mom and dad, ates and kuyas and even from neighborhood. Everyday  they even wants the time to travel faster so that the night will come and they could carolling their silingans. Together with friends and younger siblings they were there right in front your doors singging christmas carolls (with mali-maling lyrics) just to gain barya-barya for their Christmas galore.  Most of the time tinatanggihan pa natin at sinasabihang wala tayong pera. But we can't hear reklamos from theme. They were just move on to the other houses.

            This is some sort of the familiar scenarios of christmas season. The season of giving, sharing and loving. The most exciting one (since it just happens once a year). Even me myself  fells so excited when the "ber" month starts despite my age. This season is for the younger ones mostly. Sila ang higit na masaya kapang araw na ng pasko. Excited not just because of the presents they recieved but also for the coming of a family members from different places. And for the ham and keso de bola in the table.

          
            But some devastating incident happened. Not a family member who you have expected the most arrived. Not someone you want to see this Christmas, an unwanted guest. Instead of a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, this unwanted guest brings a very heart-destroying event. I thought it was just a heavy rain, a normal amount of rainfall during typhoon. But I was wrong. It was not just a mere rain. It was a big rain. Followed by a huge flood from the the mountains. It kills a lot of people, majority are minors. It takes away with it properties and lives. A flood that brings out the reality that is happening in the mountains of Iligan City. Thousands of logs flow together with the meters-high flood waters. Many said that if not due to the logs numbers of casualties wont reach that high.

             But whose to blame.

             Me myself won't be considered innocent for I myself also had done something unfriendly to the nature. But this incident was quit intolerable. The person/s responsible in this most be jailed. Probably he is one of those rich corrupt officials na nagpakasasa sa kayamanan niya habang ang mga apektado ay gutom na gutom na. The poor ones are the highly affected. Sana makunsinsya naman siya ng kunti. God's well for sending Sendong here is maybe just to washed out few but the people worsten it that why it happens that way. The sad thing is that innocents haven't escaped. Sendong includes people that are so vulnerable and have no idea about anything happening around, the young innocent ones. There is nothing we can do now, everything had happen beyond our control, beyond our imagination and beyond our expectation. All we have to do now is to strengthen our faith in God, take responsibility on our actions and be prepared for the next coming of Jesus. Remember,

                            "every action has a reaction"
                                           Isaac Newton

           

Eksina sa Jeep

After an exhausted day, I am now riding a jeep to our home. The tiredness that I had had gone because of these three person also riding with me. They planned to make lakwatsa around the city but the money the have is only P50.00. The other boy said jokingly, "ato nalang ning ipa-zerox bai," sabay tawa nang malakas. The other one said, "mao jud bai para managhan, naa sa atbang o galinya ang pa-zeroxanan". "Bahin daun tah,,,syempre ako ning tinood," said the third boy. I cant help myself from smilling secretly. I really want to laugh out loud that time but thanks God I could still control it.

What's bothering me and tickling me that time was the reality that they were all college boys but still they use wrong terms. Dont they know that the right term is "PHOTOCOPY". Unbelievable.

Remembering the Past

             I saw her lying on the bed. With something unbearable pain flashing on her boney face. It's thundering outside, lighting bolts were around. I am only fourteen years old then, afraid of the lighting bolts cause it might enters and hits me.I am crying for two things that very moment. One is by guilt and the other is by pity.

              Guilt starts envelopes my entire system every time since grade school, every time the weather is so unfriendly, every time she fell the pain she is encountering now. Every flash of lighting bolt is equivalent to I think thousands needle-like caused pain in her lower abdomen. Right there at the scar on it. Where did that scar came from? Why is it on her abdomen? Why is that so long? I think five inches long.  Then she explains to me the cause of it. But not entirely the whole thing i guess.
              She had undergone an operation fourteen years ago. A caesarian operation. Every moaned of pain she maked will like spears or knife hits my heart. I can't do anything to ease the pain she is feeling. Sometimes I ask God to Please Minimized Her Agonies and give the other to me. 
                  My birthday is nearly there. It's fast approaching. I am cursing the day.I don't like that day to come. Even if I myself doesn't believe at first on what I heard, now I am afraid for what would that cause. Nine months more to go before that day. I kinda make false future in my brain and have a day dreaming: that she will be getting well soon. She and me, together with the other members of the family of course, will celebrate that day together. But the reality really engulfs my unrealistic mind. And then I was back in the real world, and trying to make up myself.

                 The reality that the woman lying on the bed is my mother. My very own mother, and my one and only. And she's giving birth to us (me and my twin) that's why she got the scar. The scar that causes pain every flash of the lighting bolt based on science. And the worst thing of it is that I have heard a humors that a person who had undergone some operation like that will only live for fifteen years. I didn't believe it until I reach the age of fourteen and seeing her starts losing weights and stay on the bed longer that she usually do.
     
               Seven months later, my mother hadn't fought her illness any longer. She died two months before my 15th birthday. We had really did the best that we could to win her. She was admitted for a couple of months in the best hospital in our place no matter how expensive it will cost. We sold the lot inherited by my father from his ancestors. But still, God stops giving us hope to be with her in longer time. I felt so down and it really comes to the point that i really wan't to give up. It's all my fault. If not because of me and my twin that scar wouldn't be there.
          There's really a point of my life where i questions the unfairness f God. The unfairness of life, and the unfairness of everything. Why my parents? They were still so young upon leaving the moment of being alive. Why did God let this happen to us, to them? They were both a good parents. They were never become the problem of the society. I hope God forgave me for all those things.
             
              That's the most cursive part of my life. It is really so hard to cope it up. I have to plan a lot of significant things to live life continually and to have a lot of inspiration to reorganize myself and continue living. I need to be strong, no other choice. There were still people around who loves me. Specially HIM and him. And i love them also.

good day everyone...
                  Finally i am on the site. This is my first time in blogging world and I am really excited to post something and looking forward to meet people through this.


My feelings about ENGLISH 2....
                  "Writing in the Discipline". The title of the book makes me think that this is the way of writing following rules, guidelines, and any forms of disciplinary actions and terms to produce a good write-ups and excellent result. But as our prof clears our minds that the word "discipline" in our subject simply means "a specific field" or "field of specification in terms of writing". So that's it, our thoughts had been cleared now.
               
                  Through this subject, blogging word was introduce in us. In my part, as a first time blogger, I am happy because it simply means I will be a train-like blogger soon :). I hope this semester will be fruitful and be a successful one to me. I also hope that our new prof won't be annoyed in our being so "sabaan". Good luck to all of us and lets make an another memorable stay in MSU-IIT . LOVE GOD ABOVE ALL. MWAAHH.