Monthly Archives: April 2012

Block the Black

Black would be pleasing to other sight for the reason that it can be merged with any color without being dreary or hamming anything up. Black is most of the trash bags’ color where one usually exploits to clear up the land in able to stay in a warm place of white. Finally, black could be so hazardous that in some ways it can totally have the competency to switch one color to another.

Different captivating colors are use in every advertisement especially when vast transformation is very near to come. Orange, yellow, red, and green, who do you think has the guts to wrestle the potent black? Choosing for a fighter who can lead every Filipino towards the immaculate society should not be like asking your friend to buy you a candy which is so easy especially if the price is low. If you need to splurge hours contemplating about what name should you write on the ballot then do so because those hours could be years of impairment if you fail to go for a color that can trounce black.

When setbacks occur, certainly there are some who will blame the government but could you consider the fact that HE already bestowed us everything, all the endowment and skills but humans are the ones who don’t foster it. Yes, we are all identical but we used to be unique because we have various modes to care for what HE provided.

If there’s a light appearing in front of people then most of them will remain on their beds and delight in the feeling of doing nothing to get hold of whatever chance life has been giving to them. On the other hand, if there’s no any offer just a pure black then they tend to grasp some light to those who perspired just to attain the goodness of life.

Hands which HE assiduously and meticulously accomplished are suddenly covered up with nothing but the rubbish from the black bags. Black from the hands will shift until it reaches the whole body, the mind, and unfortunately the heart. How could these hands barely realize that nothing is out of reach? Just move some more.


As the year change the news in televisions seems like no progress at all. More negative news, less affirmative news, that’s the life of news channels. Over and over, same things are proceeding. Killing there, harassing here, trash talking there, stealing here. Could these people doing it are not getting exhausted of being on screen? Or people want to replicate what they have seen? If it’s like that then what He have done for us could be so absurd. HE sacrificed to rescue us from sins but these people are sacrificing their lives to get the lives of others, it may be their possessions or their real lives.


Holdup is one of the criminal acts that is very crazy, irrational, and foolish. That is totally black. Of all, I’m blogging about this because I can’t take knowing that it was done to one of the closest person in my heart. We are given the ability to achieve whatever stuff we wanted but some are really impatient and wanted everything in instant. Threatening someone then shoot, gets everything out of a person who determinedly did everything just to have it.


How could these criminals take a deep breath and bravely do something ruthless to others? In other way, look how fearless they were to do it but in actions which are so moral like finding their own jobs to reach for their dreams, they are being so timid.

Victims of hold ups are propitious if they were not killed beside of getting all of their bits and pieces. Lucky my chum because another door is open. If that black hands conquer my chum’s whole then maybe this will mark as a day when I will be full of regrets for not spending the hours of bliss with my chum.

In some ways, those black things leave a message. Letting these blacks enter one’s life then absolutely another life would be wretch. So you’d better not let these blacks to take place before apprehending what you supposed to feel and do.

I alleged to have another episode of my existence without my chum but now I can’t because I now know how it feels to be so shocked, worried, and hated myself before reading the message that my friend is now all right.

Sometimes blacks will come but in a very bad way but as I perceive, along with it is a white that figures out why it happened. Having too many colors in your life will surely have an opposite attraction, which could be a doomsday for you, a day when blacks will come out without any pity at all. So rather use a pencil, even without color, you can still write the direction of your life, or draw your imaginations that lead to your extraordinary dreams, and lastly color your everyday with the power to erase if ever you’ve done something amiss.

*photos from Google images


Back at One

The melancholic night makes me think eagerly about the times I pick up the doll in a muddy spot. As well as walking in a lengthy journey with tears brought by someone else because of breaking my precious possession that time. Suddenly the sunbeam strikes my eyes and another lesson will be stuck on my mind and opportunely I’m with the people who caused my sobs yesterday.

I couldn’t conceive how the wind wafts every bit of my memory but still manage to arrange it in place. There are entities jammed in my whole being and I guess even I lose breath it will be eternally retain. A pointed sign that the imprint left on my soul is so inseparable.

Exuberant times with packs of chocolates and sweet candies until the dentist gets mad and repeat several times to brush your teeth. Rather do as you are told, you run in the nearest store with your partner in crime to revel in the pieces of sweets. Until one day you wake up without any tooth at all to munch your favorite food from your favored food chain.

It must have been childhood with all the Disney characters until innocence will diminish little by little. Pimples on faces, stylish clothes, hanging with friends until sunset and various requests for every parent are lessen then abruptly you find yourself as a kid no more.

Before, one emotion could state a whole episode of each year then all of a sudden they will have a race until one swallowed your whole day. Certainly a day of reckoning if anger, sadness, and disappointment will arrive on the finish line on the same time. The one who used to be so exultant would become a doomster.

No matter how negative life proffers you, it will never be that kind if you could only focus yourself on different angle. Sometimes it is so hard to fix yourself in the point of certainty and chances but remember the wind that blows your mind; it will definitely eradicate whatever disappointments you have if you let time do it for you. It will hold on to things that are worth remembering not only because you relished it but because you got something from it.

It is so natural to bear the pain which is worse than the wound we completely experience ago when we were practicing how to drive a bicycle. Even if the wound before left a scar at least the menace that we have been experiencing now would absolutely mark another chapter of life if we deal with it prudently and valiantly.

Sentiments would drown us and drive us crazy. Since we are no longer kids, instead of playing dolls and guns, we should now learn the mechanics on how to play and control our emotions.

* What inspired me to blog about being a kid was the birthday celebration of Joseph “Osep” O. Libunao, my nephew. Of course i did not let myself miss that one special day of his life



I had a chance to go back to the happiest moment of being a human, and that is being a KID.


We even played the “balloon relay” but unfortunately we did not have photos since my cousin also joined the contest. I named our group as “Beki” and again, unfortunately, we were losers. However, i was able to capture the delightful moments of the kids playing different games.



Of course, in every birthday celebration, Happy Birthday song is always present.


and since the birthday was held in Jollibee, Jollibee and his friend Popo also joined the “kulitan” moments of everyone.



Lastly, every birthday celebrant deserves a birthday wish, since, Osep was not yet really known to what was happening, his parents were the ones who gave him their birthday wishes.


Everyone enjoyed the day. Our belly said “HappyKiddyUs!!”. I forgot that I am already a teen and not a kid anymore, and that is the essence of attending parties like this, you once forget your present life, because you are busy enjoying looking back to your past life.


Again, Happy Birthday Osep! We love you! :))

Oh wait, Dear kids, Enjoy your Childhood! Please, do not rush things. Everything will come to you little by little.


Sweet Mom of Mine

Thinking of posting another blog about childhood, so I get the photo albums to look for some photos which I can add to my post, but while I am in the mode of reminiscing the old days, one picture fell down that made me forget my thoughts about the “childhood blog”.


If I am not mistaken, that picture was taken during my graduation when I was in Grade 4. I look so SEXY there, if you get what I mean.

Anyway, my body figure way back is not important, what caught my attention is the note written at the back of the photo.


“Kita mo Ampy, medal taun-taon yan

natikman ko maging scholar si Joy

kasarap pala ng marunong ang anak

Ampy, sikat sa school, palaging kasama sa program, kaya lang kagastos”

We used to send photos from here to abroad.Through reading that, I found out that this photo was for my Tita in Italy. Obviously, mommy planned to send it to her but I don’ t know why it is here, that was so old-fashioned but no one should be blamed since, before, writing letters was very “in”, but now, I wonder how many people are still giving their time to write and go to a mail office to send a letter for their loved ones. Technology makes most of the things instant to the point that one text, mms, email away, there you go! Loved ones received what you want to convey, but I guess, writing letters is still sweeter.

But there will be no sweeter than what my mommy wrote and I know every child wants to make their Momma proud (that reminds me of a band huh), and fortunately, I did it, but it does not mean that I will already stop aiming high for myself and for them since way back, i already made them proud. Of course, as long as I am alive, I will not be tired doing things that will let them say “Proud kami sayo”, and if a child hears that, Omgsh! Heaven!! All the exhaustion and sufferings you underwent will be all removed.

We only got one life, lucky you, if you got many, but as long as you are breathing, as long as opportunity is knocking, give the best shot! After all, people who raised you will not think of how much they spent and what did they experience jjust to meet your needs, most especially in school.

We all want to make our parents proud. We all want to hear and see how they are proud of us. It is something that you need to work out. It is something between parents and children because I know that if you ask a child “who is your inspiration to strive hard?”, most of them will answer “my parents”, thus, parents are there to motivate, and children are there to give back what their parents deserve.

Again, Make your Momma Proud! In reciprocate to that is a feeling of satisfaction and HAPPINESS.

As you make them proud, be grateful to the Lord who gave you all the instruments to succeed. For you will not succeed on your own, you will always need HIS light to obtain your goals.