Wednesday, March 16, 2011

bitchology 101

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.

When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.

When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.

When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
  
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.

I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.

YOU WON'T SUCCEED.

And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.

'Cause I'm a Bitch In Total Control of Herself.

I Am One Hell of a Woman… A Beautiful Individual Who Can Handle Anything.


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

17 months


that pretty much says it all. just add oodles to that…
i miss you heaps!

sa ngalan ng niyebe

i have fancied playing in the snow. quite a bit worried if i could stand the cold, but thoughts of making snow balls, throwing them at some snow-playmates and just playing crazy in it thaw my systems to the max.



then i got this emailed photo from a dear friend. jeesh! this got me by surprise! from the philippines to japan, THANK YOU, reagz, for taking time to do this for me. you got your hands cold from writing my nick but you definitely warmed my heart for the effort, so here’s a warmer “salamat” for you. this is the closest i could get to the real thing so i’m holding on to this.

i am still dreaming of making my snow fantasy a reality one of these days. and until that day comes, i’ll keep the thought as you attract what you think. well, this is a very good step one, though.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

i love this mess

i came home from my manila trip last thursday night (feb3) to see our house in complete chaos from hallow and decorative blocks, fine and coarse sand, bags of cement, scrap woods, metal wires (if that’s how you call it) and accessories for masonry work. still in a daze, i thought i had the wrong house but manong ushered me in so this was indeed our house. it hasn’t been that long since i left for call of profession yet this kind of state welcomed me home. guess i was just all tired and grumpy to immediately realize that manong and mamang launched the ground breaking of our simple house renovation. this is just the first of a series of improvement schemes my family has been brewing for years now.

my mood then changed to utter excitement over the disarray in front of me. this plan has long been kept in abeyance in our planner for obvious reasons. of course, we, like most families, are at the mercy of funds availability and for the longest time, time was all we could afford from what seemed to be a long list of to do’s and to buy’s. if it wasn’t for the leaking gutter last year, this action wouldn’t be taken so seriously, with urgency, in the first place. but, boy, am i ever so thankful for the provisions from Him at the right time that warranted us the plastering of our once-dilapidated walls and enclosing of the right portion of this dwelling and fixing the roof.

i almost lost hope a few years back when i thought everything was all yakking and no grinding. lost more hope with the thought that this family ain’t getting bigger anymore (unless we plan to extend it to members like nieces or nephews or in-laws or grandchildren), so what’s the use of additional rooms and extra spaces? yet i didn’t lose faith. i still prayed for the carrying out of our plans, and so did my mom. in God’s perfect time, my family once again gathered and talked about our home’s house before paps left for his own call of profession last month.

while i was away, they went on with the pre-works. guess i’ve nothing to worry now. i have full confidence in my mother’s architecture, design, budgeting and supervision; my brother’s engineering, canvassing and surveying; and my father’s accounting, auditing and disbursement. what’s there for me to offer? my cleaning! my housework! well, that’s support still. like i spent the entire day blitzing through the filthy house (i’m getting OA here again) with my broom, dust pan, duster and damp rug. you just don’t know how difficult it is spring-cleaning your room filled with all furniture and etcetera temporarily deposited from the portion now renovated. not to mention my near-asthma attack from the cement dust. achoo!!!



actually, i’m not at all complaining. if these clutter i’m sharing my room with now marks (the first step of) the realization of what used to be just a blueprint of this family’s future then i so love this mess!

16 months


distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. but whenever i start feeling sad, because i miss you, i remind myself how lucky i am to have someone so special to miss. distance means so little when someone means so much.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

mind over matter




imma say it loud, imma say it clear. so stack that up in yer brain!

a child's wit

funny how a child’s innocent answers send us laughing down to our knees, how effortlessly kids come up with incisive responses to some questions even adults could not have answered half as witty. i came to this thought during one of my lazy conversations with mom. and here are the top five wittiest responses on my list from kids i know:

TOP 5. tied at fifth spot are the smartness of Ruel, 5, and Marie Depuli, 4

§  during our early months stay in our now-permanent residence, part of the preliminary landscaping of our lawn included scraping out the stones and pebbles to grow the grass. what an arduous thing for hungry, tired bambacute.

Bamba: hahay, kagutom tawon! (hahay, kakagutom naman.)
(ruel, with forehead wrinkled, trying to steady his focus on me despite his eye disorder, nonchalantly uttered)
Ruel: gutom ka? kaon didto! (gutom ka? kumain ka dun!)

oo nga naman… what else should one do when hungry? simple! eh di kumain!

§  cuz depuli and me had the same problem concerning our naturally blonde hair. in continuous pursuit to keep the browns from possessing the few remaining blacks, our parents’ remedy is the traditional coconut oil (all-natural coconut juice extracted by squeezing the coco-meat) applied thickly on our hair leaving it all stinky and oily and yucky.

Mamang Betcha: (with disgusted look) heeee deps, ano yang nasa ulo mo? yuck!
Depuli: (looking innocently) buhok po, tita.

ano nga naman ba ang nasa ulo kundi buhok?  

TOP 4: still Marie Depuli, 4

Depuli, observing mamang and me finish our bayabas in the dinner table;

Depuli: ano yan, tita?
Mamang Betcha: guava ito, dep. guavvvvvvaa. (with much emphasis on V to teach the young depuli the English of bayabas with correct pronunciation)
Depuli: (watching closely tita bet’s lips) vvvvv…
Mamang Betcha: guavvvva...
Depuli: (obviously having a hard time on the V) vvvv… vvvveeeyabas!

dah! why torture herself with guava when there’s the easier bayabas, este, viyabas?


TOP 3: Joshua Angelo, 4

Josh, fiddling at the spare table in mamang’s office, unmindful of the world around him and just enjoying the comfort of the cold room, when tita boging and ate mae came in to consult something with mamang. josh barely looking up, whispered rather loudly to himself;

Joshua: tita boging is tita boging. ate mae is ate mae. tita boging is not ate mae. and ate mae is not tita boging.
Mamang Betcha: (eaten by her curiosity) why josh? bcoz tita boging is old?
Joshua: yes, she’s not new.

ayan! kasi nakikialam sa usapan ng mga bata… pero tama nga naman si josh, what else is old? but something that’s not new. ayt?

TOP 2: Sarah Francesca, 3

cuz isis, while watching her mom, ninang vine, dress up for office one summer morning;

Isis: (face in aversion, almost yelling her protest) asa diay ka ma? (san ka pala, ma?)
Ninang Vine: (in her calmest tone to keep isis from crying) adto mama office, tata (reads: bata), ha. diri lang ka balay. dili lang ka uban ha. la man tata didto. (pupunta si mama sa office, tata, ha. dito ka lang sa bahay. wala kasing tata dun.)
Isis: (quite convinced) aw. uu. (with cebuano accent)

Uncle Maki, observing on the other side of the room, provokingly mocked isis who was still disappointed with her mama’s early departure from the house;

Tatay Maki: asa diay adto si mama, ‘bee? (reads: baby) adto sya office? (san pala pupunta si mama, 'bee? sa office?)
Isis: (in an attempt to sound adult) uu. adto mama office. dili lang ka uban, tatay maki, ha. la man tata didto. (oo. punta mama sa office. wag ka lang sumama, tatay maki, ha. wala kasing tata dun.)

nah! see how fast the kid’s pick up was? very sharp, isis. very clever! hahaha!


TOP 1: tararan taran! (drum rolls , please) no less but yours truly, Marie Elizabeth, 2.5 (as recounted by betcha)

Manong, who was then in preschool (and I was still an out-of-school youth), was browsing a book of biblical stories. for reasons he alone knew, the inquisitive manong bugged mamang with an innocent question;

Manong Weng: mang, mang! ngano diay gilansang si Jesus Christ sa cross? (bakit pinako si Jesus Christ sa cross?)
Mamang: (thinking very hard on how to explain to this young boy’s mind the story behind Jesus’ crucifixion in the simplest way possible, mindful of sparing the kid with the gory details) uhmm…
Manong Weng: (snooping some more) mang, ngano lagi gilansang si Jesus sa cross? (bakit nga pinako si Jesus sa cross?)
(bamba, twiddling at her coloring book, answered manong’s question for mamang without even looking up to the talking mag-ina)
Bamba: aron dili mahulog, manong. (para hindi malaglag, manong.)
Manong Weng: aw. (ah.)



at natapos ang usapan. just like that. who ever said you need to complicate simple things?

all we sometimes need is the innocent wit of a kid to solve a seemingly difficult puzzle. not only do they offer effective comic relief but lessons more educated adults cannot offer.

like what my mom always tells me, “unless you become like little children, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.” (malangit na jud diay ko ani! yehey!!!)

oldies but goodies



SHOULD NOT! what i write are my thoughts. these should not be in any way influenced by others. even their comments should not affect the way i write or the way i think.

WILL NOT!

so i resolve that from now on, it will be about thinking loud enough to write. just that. never mind the “likes” and the comments. good if you like enough to comment. just as good if you take time to read then leave. still OK if you won’t bother at all. that brought me to blogspot. tried wordpress as recommended by monique but not patient enough to deal with its seeming complexity.

here i am now. www.bambacute.blogspot.com. ito ang mundo ng isang engkandyosa. let us drift over my fantasies and read the colorful stories of my fairy tales.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

quotable quotes why i left my heart in iloilo

“eeeww!!!” i wrote this? hayaan na ang konting kahibangan ko noon. :s

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it’s funny how signature shirts that read “i left my heart in _________” have no marketing significance for me at all. but for whatever reason, it’s the “in” thing for souvenir-shop goers. however, a recent trip of mine got me contemplating that this is more than just a shirt design but a fact that hit me hard on the head.

cast of characters:
sir – the he-who-is-not-meant-to-be; the one who heartnapped me
ma’am – yours truly

  • a great night-out at imay’s and pirates during my first night there was concluded by an escorted ride to my hotel to make sure, according to sir, that i was brought home safely and in one piece by my driver.  sir was just there behind my convoy. before sleeping, i texted him my thanks and appreciation,
ma’am: sir, thanks for the night. sensha kung nadistorbo ko po kayo. i had a great time. halong papuli. good night.
sir: i had a great time too, ma’am. ok lang yun basta ikaw. good night.

  • after two failed attempts in our quest for the perfect beach place to stay overnight to accommodate my chillaxin’ request,
ma’am: am i causing too much trouble already? it’s getting late na tapos we’re not settled yet.
sir: no, ma’am, no. it’s definitely fine.
ma’am: (back riding in silence, feeling guilty despite sir’s attempt to assure me that everything’s fine)
sir: (noticing that he didn’t sound quite convincing the first time) ok lang ma’am. sabi nga nila, it’s not the destination but the journey and the person you’re with.

  • a walk along the beach was the perfect thing to do that sunday dawn with clear skies filled with stars and very cooperative weather. how could i say no to sir’s invitation (when he’s half the reason why i didn’t want my weekend to end)?
ma’am: (pointing at a special star in the sky) yan ang southern cross. star namin yan ni manong and ni ex.
sir: diin? i couldn’t make out a cross. all i see are stars. yun lang.
ma’am: ayan o… (outlining the group of stars that resembled a cross) in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit.
sir: hehe, i’m just kidding. i also love the stars. if you’re also fond of the stars and the southern cross, then there probably were nights when we were just looking at the same star.

josko! totoo na itoh? i think i heard an imaginary musical scoring: we’ll be wishing on the same star//looking at the same moon//when i’m thinking ‘bout you baby//are you thinking of me too//and no matter where i go//i’ll be there with you//wishing on the same star//looking at the same moon (kung mali ang lyrics, pardon my song hits syndrome)

  • tired from the seeming death march cum walk with faith on the moon, sir suggested for us to have a seat on the shore.
 
sir: (taking off his new honda jacket) dito ka maupo o.
ma’am: ngek! are you sure? bago kaya yan. pauupuan mo lang sa akin?
sir: sus! mas special ka pa jan.

and may i upo naman ang beauty ko with a hidden silly smile on my face. baka kasi makita nyang ngumingiti ako eh.



  • during lunchtime, we were sharing a good laugh only the two of us understood from the bonding moment we had during the walk earlier that day,
ma’am: sabi sayo di ako judgmental eh. tolerant pa nga eh.
sir: hahaha! hay naku bam, diin ka tong soltero pa ko man?

oops!

  • before calling it a weekend, he held my lighter that he had been borrowing since i arrived,
sir: bam, gaano ka-special sayo ang lighter na ‘to?
ma’am: bigay sakin yan ni manong ko. yellow pa sya at may small flashlight which i could use sa dilim kasi bulag nga ako sa dilim, di ba?
sir: ah so ganon pala talaga ‘to ka-special sayo? sige…
ma’am: sige, you can have that. 


4:00pm, i headed for bacolod with a nothing but heavy bags and a heavier heart. it has been five hours since i left iloilo and eight hours since i last saw him. ten or so hours since he made me kilig with his sweet nothings, be it said with meaning or just plain “wala lang,” yet the sound of his voice resounds so clearly in my head.

regardless of what it suggested, i know this stupidity of the heart had to stop somewhere… and that somewhere, i know, is the port of iloilo. but then again, i couldn’t deny the fact that i left my heart there… with him. no matter how hard i try to put up an indomitable front, i am still vulnerable inside. so until i become invincible, i’ve got one more request from you: sir, paki-pouch naman po ng heart ko sa head office. sa gb cam building, monteverde street, davao city. i’ll be there by thursday. make sure you no longer took even a teensy part of it. bring it back to me unscathed. please?


originally posted on march 31, 2007 @ multiply blogs

in excess

just another re-post…

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sharing the night together

i was listening to ivan’s music room when the song, “sharing the night together,” was played. reminded me that i was brewing up a blog entry when i was in manila november of last year with the same title but never got to finish. (here’s some excerpt from my draft)

reming, a.k.a. durian… ruping, katring, gloria, milenyo… call it however you want, it’s still “bagyo” to me. for somebody who hails from somewhere typhoon’s the last agendum on the weather bureau calamity list, “bagyo” is one great scare. simply put, di naman kasi bumabagyo sa davao eh. in a place where mt. apo’s filibustering powers reign supreme and strong winds got no place for sovereignty, storm is the most daunting catastrophe to ever hit land.

so while i was staring from my bedroom window in that transient quarters where i stayed, i couldn’t help but wonder how things were like if i was in davao that very night… not that cold, not that dark, not that sad, not that alone.

















oh well… so much of that night shared with reming. nothing’s more relieving than being and staying here.

sparky, sparky night

i probably ate something of electrode in nature coz i seemed to be attracting ignitions of some sort that night… the eve of bagyong reming. (yah, not done with my typhoon sequel)

during the ride home from the office, we opted to keep the car windows up coz it was starting to rain. caught in traffic at some intersection at global city (basta somewhere near essensa), smoke was starting to fill the interior of the car. wwaaaahh!!! and there was a small spark that sent the carpet ablaze. ate thata was in her amazona senses to get me out of the car and turn off the small fire, with mr. snappy soldier-driver, in time for the stop lights to turn green.

and you thought that ended there? i thought so too. upon arriving home, i changed clothes and went downstairs to pee. seconds after closing the toilet door and turning the light on, another spark from the ceiling with a faint blast sound startled me. milliseconds after, all i saw was darkness. opening the door, still darkness greeted me. oh, and there went our lights.

boy, was i spark-jinxed that night?!

tabang!

yah, yah… it was that fateful night experience. i need not say anything more. it’s written na naman sa previous blog ko eh.

eto lang masasabi ko… is it just fate or am i just jinxed?

















accident aftermath

i swear to the gods of space and demons of the underworld that i will never… i say never… ever ride toril/mintal/calinan-bound jeepneys. i don’t wanna generalize but for the longest time now, these jeepney drivers are the most abusive when it comes to speed limits, stereo/radio volumes and traffic rules. i’ve had my fair share of nerve-wracking drive-to-heaven rides that really send passengers clinging to dear life in overhead bars, even before my accident.

see, ever since then, i never actually finished gathering my shattered confidence just yet. mulagput pa gihapon akong kalag ug musaka akong kabuhi the moment my ride picks up speed. it would still take a while before i get trusty and comfy with my ride again. but until then, i’m all cautious and on guard wherever i go.

special mention to you, mr. driver of PWM 999 en route toril… you scared a hell lotta guts out of me. if i ever see you again, di ka na sisikatan ng araw sa gabi. huh! maghahalo ang balat ng manggang tinalupan. tandaan mo yan!


originally posted on february 2, 2007 @ friendster blogs

a dance with death

wow! this is the first time in almost four years that i got to read this entry again. i had goose bumps and butterflies in my stomach, yes. thought i wanted to cry but, boy, am i ever thankful for dear life. thought i wouldn’t turn 25 but God is good. with all that i’ve done wrong, i must have done something right to deserve this second life He has blessed me with. thank you, dear Lord!

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reading the title, you may find it unfitting for a birthday post. judge not prematurely coz you’re reading no blunder.

dec 21. the day was supposed to start right until a below-par news struck us at 8:30am. it may haven’t struck the majority equally disappointing as it hit me but i had my reasons. the news: our office Christmas party which was supposed to start at 10am was moved to 6pm (bcoz of human disregard i don’t wanna elaborate on). the catch: i had to distressingly miss my javlon sukobers Christmas party with utter remorse as it should have taken place at 7pm that same day. i love these people so much that missing a get-together with them after a month-long separation broke my heart terribly. yet i had responsibilities with GIPI and i couldn’t afford to fail the people counting on me and the royal bloods all the same so i had to break the bad news to the sukobers.

6pm. from what started with grouchiness turned into a delightful night as the 2006 gentrade Christmas party was a blast! my hosting stint turned A-ok – even warranted me compliments from some suzuki friends. the RB Christmas dance, though crammed up, was well-applauded and appreciated – left our trusty jurors speechless. games were all fun. dinner was superb. videoke challenge indeed gave an uproarious highlight of the night – sent us giggling our hearts out and rolling on the floor with laughter. it was an all-smiles conclusion of the day as gentrade employees started going home with individual Christmas baskets for noche buena. with all our exhausting preparation efforts finally paying off twice as well as we hoped for, nothing else could go wrong.

… or so i thought…

after the restoration committee piled up the last of scattered chairs in the office, anne, ivan, chealot, miss nanie and me made our way home, still recapping and recounting the fun-filled party we just had. getting a cab to take us south route was quite difficult but on our third attempt, we got our ride home. nanie, chealot and i were the ones south-bound so we bade anne and ivan goodbye, good night and “see you tomorrow.” still so overly pleased with the party turn-out, the three of us couldn’t stop talking and joking about it.

dec 22, 12:30am. we dropped miss nanie, who was sitting on the front passenger seat, at tinikling street, matina. then off we proceeded to bangkal (where chealot would get off while i make my way home to skyline) taking the matina aplaya route. my conversation with chealot turned from funny to more serious as we contemplated on what lies await for us in 2007 re: office reorganization cum cost-cutting issues. turning left in matina crossing from aplaya, the street was deserted and the two of us slouched lazily in the back seat. chealot silently weighing her options of partying with the royal bloods at water world the night after or not, and me, in slight nostalgia of sleeping beside mom. just as we turned at the curve approaching mabini high school, the taxi driver and i noticed a what-seemed-to-me-as-drunk guy in oblivion from the rest of the world taking his awful damn time crossing the street unmindful of vehicles which may run him down at any given time. our cab made a slight left to avoid bumping mr. alcoholic’s sorry ass but to our panic, he continued walking slowly towards the direction we were heading instead of dodging off of our road right of way. in an attempt to steer clear of the drunk bastard’s trajectory, we skidded away a little farther to the left crossing the boundary and into the inner lane of north-bound vehicles… and into an approaching panel van!

everything was in slow motion… yet it happened so fast… right before my very eyes! i closed my eyes split seconds before we hit something hard that sent us in giddy circles and another loud bang! i heard a car screech, broken glasses and a gazillion bangs and thuds!

i saw both our lives flash before my eyes
i didn’t even have time to cry
i sooo scared
i threw my hands up in the air

then after some ghastly twists, turns, bumps and jolts, i heard silence and felt cold wind wipe my forehead gently. for a moment, i thought i was dead. i felt no pain yet i couldn’t move. i heard nothing but the loud thumping of my heart. i opened my eyes but darkness greeted me. “Lord, have you come to take me with you?” was all i asked. the first image i could make out of the darkness was my mom’s face… then the vision turned faint… fainter… gone…

and a clearer picture took away all obscurity: shattered pieces of glass from what seemed to me was the cab’s windshield, the lifeless and still body of the cab driver, the shabby front of the panel van and the totally wrecked front of our cab as if “kissing on the cheek.” first sound i heard which assured me that i was still on earth was that of chealot’s, “gang? gang, nahihilo ako…” it was only then that i turned towards chealot’s side of the cab. and as i did, i saw fresh blood streaming down her face from a huge, clean cut in the forehead. i could hardly see my friend’s features through it. then came the driver’s groan, “agay! kasakit! tabang!” i think i mustered a sigh of relief upon hearing that. painful and struggling it may have sounded, but at least i knew he was alive. turning back my attention to chealot, she reached out to me in tears and with blood-stained hands, as if asking for help or comfort or assurance. and in the middle of all these, i was pinned in between the backseat and the driver’s seat with my left leg stuck under the driver’s seat, knee down. i couldn’t move my leg nor open the cab door. helpless as the situation was, what i did was shout the loudest my sore vocal chords could get me… “TABANG!!!

… and help came.

12:45am. from dreaming of pillows and comfort of my bed at home, i found myself holding on to chealot’s trembling hands, drenched in blood i didn’t know from whom, beside the emergency room bed where she laid with face still covered with blood. i looked straight at her unceasingly blinking eyes, asking her badly to stay with me. i tried so hard to keep her awake bcoz of fear that if she fell to sleep, she might find it hard to wake up again. with shaking hands, i managed to dial a few numbers for help and back-up: sir doods, mamang betty, chealot’s boyfriend and chealot’s mom. what scared me even more was chealot’s manifestations of head trauma as she asked me same questions over and over because she didn’t remember a thing of what happened and where we were from.

it seemed like ages before i could let out a loud sigh of relief. i just thought, chealot is lying down while i was standing… so as long as i don’t see anybody i know come near us, i have to put myself in charge of myself and my friend. i didn’t feel secure of my taking charge though but it was the least i could do. silently, little bamba on my shoulder did some of the encouragement, “you were sane enough to call 911 at the scene of the accident and put compress on your friend’s bleeding face, i know you can pull off a little more tending until your sir doods arrives.”

as soon as sir doods arrived, i immediately relinquished my throne to him and let him do the bossing of the nurses, one of the things he’s effective and so good at. bossing = managing people, that is.

mamang and manong finally arrived… the mere sight of my mom’s worried yet calm face got me over the scare of my first vehicular accident experience and gave me the most reassuring gesture of security, comfort and safety as she enveloped me in a tight hug. it was the signal for me to start feeling the pain of whatever injuries i got: throbbing pain on my left shin, twisted left ankle, hefty bruises on my lower extremities. manong, nurse-to-be as he is, escorted me to the xray room after seeing me wince in pain.

3am. as the adrenalin anesthesia started to wear off, my entire body was in beating pain. [writer’s note: when i’m better, remind me to sue hospitals for using injections… those anti-tetanus shots made everything more painful!!!] all i wanted then was go home and just hold on to my mom. i didn’t wanna be in that hospital to get away from reporters, nurses, policemen and i-dunno-who’s who kept on bugging me with their interviews as if i was more of a witness than a victim myself.

3:30am. finally peace and silence drowned the clutter in the ER. everybody was tired yet calmer. nuisance creatures were gone. left are the families of manong cab driver, chealot and mine. whispered something to chealot one last time, “pahinga na tayo gang ha. kwentuhan tayo bukas… ‘pag may naalala ka na.”

i turned to my mom and gave in to what i was fighting to do since 12:40am… with trembling hands once again, i burst into tears while mom took my hand in hers. after three hours of ordeal, i cried like i’ve never cried before.

[writer’s note: recounting every single detail of what happened still sends shivers down my spine. a fresh pang of fright is brewing in my stomach.]

the odds may have worked against me that fateful night but my unwavering faith in His saving grace helped me make it through the accident. i may have suffered pain, trauma and shock, yet today, i’m whole, undented and alive… and yes today, today is my silver birth anniversary.


originally posted on december 29, 2006 @ friendster blogs