3-day leave

m in manila 4 a short vacay...and i enjoyed it! watched a concert wit my cuz..had some fun! saw piolo pascual..jean garcia..christy fermin..kuya germs..ogie alcasid..sarh geronimo..juris of MYMP..ruffa mae quinto..and (drums....) MARK BAUTISTA!!! heehhe..i watched his concert! d best performance ever..

good samaritan

i was on my way home to cdo..i thought it's just gonna be an ordinary day...i was 10 km short of reaching malaybalay city when suddenly my car's temp went higher than normal..i thought it was just some ordinary case of water shortage so i made a stop 2 put some water in the radiator..it worked!..for a while...again, the temp went up..fortunately there was a shop nearby...i thought the problem has been fixed when i left the shop..but no! back to zero again..with a lot of things left undone, i was becoming desperate..'this stupid car!!!' i asked around for some nearby car repair shop, and i was lead to sumpong, 5 min drive from the city proper..they found out that the radiator's fan is not working..an hour later, it was fixed. sadly, clock strikes 6pm! nyt driving in bukidnon is a no no 4 me! but i really wanna go home, so i gulped all my doubts and fears and headed home. 10 km from sumpong, 'this stupid car's temp went up again! i was furious..but can i blame this stupid car? i was to meet one of my contacts..this car cannot not work! fortunately, i reached her house and asked for a bucket of water..i poured em all in my car's radiator..7pm says the clock..she won't allow me to go home alone so she offered their house..i was so touched..she reminded me of my mom..but being the hard-headed me, i refused and told her i'll be fine...bit suicidal, ain't i? she won't allow me..she asked her neice to call a guy named 'Ben..'he drives one of our trucks..u'l be fine with him..' okay.

so ben and i, braved d nyt..we stop every 10 km 2 re-fuel d car with water..d nyt was freezing cold and the moon was at its fullest..can't help but think of werewolves and stuff..what's so inspiring is everytime we make a stop, there's always a good samaritan offering help..(naka-kolekta man cguro mi ug napulo ka botelya sa tubig..gaipabaun sa amo sa among malabyan..)

4 all my 11 months of covering this area, i never even glanced at all the sorrounding huts..didn't even appreciate their existence..but that night taught me one of life's important lessons: never underestimate the ordinary..there is extravagance in the simple things..sometimes we don't take notice of the commom because they're so 'just there!' but that night taught me d opposite..

we arrived in CDO 12mn..my mom was still wide awake..as usual, she can't sleep knowing that i am in a difficult situation..that night i felt so loved..so well taken cared of..all my frustrations were set aside..i was able to breathe finally..

my concern business contact..d guy who accompanied me to cdo..all those folks who offered a little help or more...my family..it all dawned on me: god has a special way of making me feel better..

to all the good samaritans out there: my apology and regret for taking u 4granted. and thankfulness 4 finally knowing u.

young and tired

it never ceased to hunt me.

when things are getting tougher and harder each day.

people disrespect you.

existence becomes a big deal..

and that which threatens it frightens you no more.

soon this labored breathing would stop.

agony suppressed by fake laughters and cheers.

these will all stop.

and there will be peace.

and i'll fear no more.