A Very Touching Love Story

Dalawang magkasintahan ang nangakong hanggang kamatayan ang pagsasama nila. Subalit alam nilang maaring may magbago pa sa mga plano nila ngunit minabuti pa din nilang panahon na lang ang magtakda kung magiging sila nga ba o hindi.

Kagagaling lang sa isang linggong bakasyon ni Mia kasama ang pamilya niya habang si Marco nama’y naging busy sa trabaho at mas piniling magtrabahao habang ang nobya niya’y kasama ang pamilya nag eenjoy. Nami-miss niya si Mia kaya naman nang malanag niyang nakauwi na ito at katatawag lang dahil gustong makipagkita, laking tuwa ang kanyang nadarama. Ang katuwaang iyon ay napalitan din ng biglang katahimikan dahil sinabihan siya na Mia na may sasabihin itong importanteng bagay.

Naguguluhan man, pumunta si Marco sa tagpuan nila. Alas 7:00 ng gabi ng tingnan niya ang kanyang relo. Naaalala niya dito niya unang nakilala si Mia, sa coffee house na ito kung saan dati niyang pinapasukan bilang barista, dalawang taon na ang nakalipas. Ngayon ay mas pinili niyang magtrabaho sa coffee house na pinamana sa kanya ng kanyang yumaong ama.

Tiningnan niya uli ang kanyang relo. Alas 7:15 na at may nakikita siyang paparating na taxi at huminto sa tapat ng coffee house. Mula dito. Nakita niyang lumabas sa pinto ang kanyang nobyang si Mia. Naka kulay itim ito na bestida na hapit na hapit sa kanya at kita ng hubog ng katawan nito. Sa isip na, “ang seksi talaga ng magiging Misis ko”.

Oo. Napagplanuhan niya ng yayain ito na magpakasal sa gabing ito. Handa na siya at ayaw na niya itong pakawalan at gusto na niya itong makasama habang buhay.

Sinalubong niya ng ngiti ang dalaga at nang makalapit na ito ay dinampian niya ng halik sa labi. Napansin niyang malungkot ito kaya tinanong niya ito.

“May problema ba , Mahal?”  tanong niya.

Umiling lang ito at nagpakawala ng isang ngiti. Ngiting di mo maintindihan kung may dinadamdam ito o may iniisip na malalim. Hindi ito naging lingid kay Marco kaya minabutin niyang kausapin uli.

“Mahal, alam ko may problema ka. Maari mo naming sabihin sa akin.” Aniya.

“Marco, mahal na mahal kita. Ayokong mawalay sayo. Ikaw lang ang minahal ko ng totoo na kahit hanggang kamatayan ay mamahalin ko.” At sabay tumulo ang mga luha sa mga mata nito. Hindi ito makatinging ng diretso kay Marco.

Dahil sa nakita, tumayo si Marco at lumapit dito. Mula sa likod ay niyakap niya ito ng buong higpit at ng buong pagmamahal. Hindi niya alam anng ibig sabihin ng kanyang kasintahan kaya minabuti niyang pakalamahin muna ito.

Nang medyo naibsan na ang lungkot ng dalaga, ay saka bumalik sa upuan niya si Marco. Kinuha niya ang kamay ng kasintahan at hinawakan niya ito ng buong higpit ng ng buong pagmamahal. Tiningnan niya ang mala-anghel nitong mukha.

’Kahit anong mangyari, ikaw lang ang aking pakamamahalin magpakailanman. Hindi ko hahayaan ang sinuman na nagbabalak na hahadlang sa atin. Ikaw lang ang buhay ko at ikaw lang ang nasa puso ko.” Ang sabi niya dito.

Dahil sa narinig, biglang may tumulong mga luha sa mata ng dalaga.

“Mahal, wag ka ng umiyak. Andito ako. Kung may problema ka pwede mo naming sabihin sa akin. Makikinig ako.” Pagpapakalma pa niya dito.

Hindi pa rin natinag sa pagkakaiyak ang babae bagkus mas lalaong nakikita dito ang kalungkutan at bumabalot dito ang misteryo na ni minsan ay di pa nakita ni Marco sa kasintahan.

Sa isiping dahil baka napagod lang ito dahil sa biyahe, minabuti niyang ayain na itong umuwi para makapagpahinga.

Habang binabaybay nila ang kahabaan ng EDSA, hawak pa rin niya ang kamay ng babae at nang mapagtantong may nakalimutan siyang gawin, binitawan niya muna ito at kinapa ang isang maliit na kahetang kanina pa nagpupumiglas sa bulsa ng amerikana niya.

Ibinigay niya ang kulay pulang kaheta sa babae.

“Ayoko sanang samantalahin ito pero ito ang napagpalanuhan kong gawin sa araw na ito.”.

INihinto niya muna ang sasakyan upang makakuha ng tamanag lakas bago sabihin ang nasa puso at isip niya. Nagpakawala ng malalim na buntong-hininga.

“Mia Arestorenas, can you be my wife?” mata sa mata niyang kinausap ang dalaga pero naguguluhan pa din siya dahil imbes na matuwa ito ay mas lalong tumulo ang mga luha sa mga mata nito.

“Mia, whats the problem?” niyakap niya ito ng mahigpit upang pakalmahin. Nang mapansing pwede n aitong makausap, bumitiw siya sa pagkakayakap at binalingan uli ang babae.

“May gusto ka bang sabihin? May nais ka bang malaman ko? Tell me Mia? Please…”

“Marco, ayokong saktan kita kasi mas nasasaktan ako. Basta isipin mo lagi, ikaw lang ang minahal ko at ikaw lang ang mamahalin ko kahit hanggang kamatayan.Pero hindi ko matatanggap ang inaalok mo sa akin. Masasaktan ka lang pag malaman mo ang katotohanan.”

Tiningnan niya lang ang nobya at sa di niya maipaliwanag na dahilan, hinalikan niya ito at niyakap ng mahigpit. Niyakap niya ito na tila ba ayaw na niyang pakawalan. Naguguluhan man siya sa mga reaksiyon ng kasintahan pero kailangan niyang intindihin ito. At tumulo ang luha sa kanyang mga mata.

Hindi na siya nagtanong at minabuti niyang ipagmaneho na lang ito hanggang sa bahay nila.

Sa daan, ang katahimikan ay binasag niya sa pamamagitan ng pag bukas ng FM station sa radio.

“Now for the breaking news. Natagpuan na ang bangkay ng pamilyang nadisgrasya ang sinasakyang van sa may kahabaan ng McKinley Road. Napag-alamang isang pamilya ang lulan nito na magbabakasyon sana sa Baguio ng isang linggo. Tinatayang 7 araw bago nakita ang mga bangkay ng mag-anak at nakilala itong ang pamilya Arestorenas…

Hindi makapaniwala si Marco sa narinig. Nilingon niya si Mia at tumingin ito sa kanya na puno ng lunkgot sa mata. Luhaan ito at nagsalita.

“Patawarin mo ako Marco. Kaya hindi ko matanggap ang alok mo. Mahal na mahal na mahal kita. Ikaw lang ang nakapagpaligaya sa akin ng ganito at ayokong makita kang nasasaktan.”

At niyakap siya nito ng mahigpit. Saka niya naintindihan ang lahat. 

Burikso 

11/02/2010

2:30PM

Differences between poor and rich.. terminologies 101

Well. i just wanna share this.. i know this has been passed for almost billions of Filipinos worldwide.. Nakakatawa pa din kasi..

Mayaman o Mahirap…. Ano bang tawag sayo?

Kung mayaman ka, meron kang "allergy"
Kung mahirap ka, ang tawag dyan ay "galis" o "bakokang"
Sa mayaman, "nervous breakdown" dahil sa "tension and stress"
Sa mahirap, "sira ang ulo"
Kung mayaman ka, "pneumonia" daw ang sakit mo
Kung mahirap, "TB" yon
Sa mayaman, "hyperacidity"
Kapag mahirap, "ulcer" dahil walang laman ang tiyan
Sa mayamang "malikot ang kamay", ang tawag ay "kleptomaniac"
Sa mahirap, ang tawag ay "magnanakaw" o "kawatan"
Pag mayaman ka, you're "eccentric"
Kung mahirap ka, "may toyo ka sa ulo" o "may topak" o "may sayad"
Kung mayaman ka at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay may "migraine"
Kung mahirap ka naman at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay "nalipasan ng gutom"
Kung mayaman ka, you are referred to as someone who is "scoliotic"
Pero kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay "kuba"
Kung ang señorita mo ay maitim, ang tawag ay "morena" o "sun tanned"
Pero kung isa kang domestic na maitim, ikaw ay "ita" o "negrita" o "baluga"
Kung socialite ka, ikaw ay "pleasingly plump"
Kapag mahirap ka, ika'y "tabatsoy" o "lumba-lumba" ...pagminamalas ka,
"baboy"
Kapag mayaman, "fasting" ang hindi kumain
Kung mahirap, "nagtitiis"
Kung well-off ka at date ka rito, date ka roon, ang tawag sa iyo ay "socialite".
Kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay "pakawala" o "pok-pok"
Kung mayamang alembong ka, ang tawag sa iyo ay "liberated".
Pero kung isa kang dukha, ang tawag sa iyo "malandi"

Kapag mayaman, "misguided" o "spoiled" ka.
Kung mahirap ka, "addict" o "durugista"

Kung may pera ka, ang tawag sa iyo "single parent"
Pero kung wala kang trabaho, ang tawag sa iyo "disgrasyada"

Kapag mayaman at sexy, "fashionable" daw.
Kung mahirap, sigurado "GRO" o "japayuki" ka

Ang tawag sa mayayamang puro gulay ang kinakain, "vegetarian"
Habang kakaawa ang mahirap na " kumakain ng damo."

Sa exclusive school, "assertive" ang mga batang sumasagot sa mga guro
Pero pag ang mga mahihirap na bata ang sumasagot sa mga guro, ang tawag sa kanila ay "bastos!"

Ang mayamang tumatanda, "are graduating gracefully into senior citizenhood"
Ang mga mahihirap ay "gumugurang"

Ang anak ng mayaman ay "slow learner"
Ang anak ng mahirap ay "bobo" o "gung-gong"

Kung mayaman ka at marami kang kumain, you flatter your host who says,
"masarap kang kumain and I like you, you do justice to my cooking"
Kung ghastly peasant ka eating the same amount in the same house, your host
will say to himself na ikaw ay "patay-gutom"

Kung graduate ka ng exclusive school at sa ibang bansa ka nagtatrabaho, ang
tawag sa iyo "expat"
Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay "contract worker"

Who knows what lies ahead?

First, why do we have to live? What is our purpose being in this universe? Are you a hero? The great Philosopher? The Scientist? The one who could make the world go round? The next US President? I guess, nobody knows what lies ahead. If you are a goal-minded person, pursuing every dream in every second, every minute and every hour, then you could possibly know what tomorrow would bring. 

Twenty nine years of living in this worl with uncontentment. Those bygones have been fresh but were never the ticket to pursue a career im worthy to work on. Decades of wandering thoughts, years of incomplete tasks, sleepless night, unworthy daytime. Still, nothing has ever popped  up in my mind but pure nothingness. 

Those wasted years will never be brought back but it was during those times when a little boy dreamt of becoming a teacher. A noble profession that deserves an outstanding ovation. 

Teacher: deserves an standing ovation.

 Teachers are one of those youth molders of which i thought i could easily manage. I can still remember when I was on my first grade, i use to stand in front of the class and read the ABC's loudly to my classmates and write it down on board nad have my classmates read it out loud. Well, i was advanced in thinking as per my first grade teacher told my Mom. So, at the end of the school year, i grabbed a ribbon for beeng the "Little Teacher of the Class". An achievement that i would never forget and paved way for me to pursue  dream of becoming an educator. 

I did took an Education course but never graduated. During those times, i thought that being a teacher is not easy so goes my mind in two thinking and halfway before graduation year, I stopped. I know I will never be a good teacher. Why? Co'z my patience during those times is too little to accomodate the seemingly hundreds of kids or young adults that i might be teaching when finishing the course. What a wasted 3 years of unfulfilled dream. Then i started again to think of whats best for me. What's the thing that caught my attention the most. MUSIC!

Oh my! I am a frustrated singer. Way back in the province, i love to hop from one to another videoke bars just for the crave of music and becoming singer. I joined singing and always ends up the 2nd place or nothing at all. I remembered when our church organized a singing contest, i was happy coz i bagged the champion. Well, there was only 3 contestants, me, my brother and my sister. And, i sing way far better than me so that explains it.

Frustrated singer

Way back at home, i have a little casette tape player and FM station radio that i would always have beside me while im lying down. Idolizing singers has been my hobby during those times. Singing along with the melodies of my favorites. Pity me. I was really a frustrated signer way back then. 

Dreams dreams dreams. 

As far as my memory is clear, the last serious singing act i did  in front of of a big crowd was when I represented our College for Mr and Miss Education.That was so me! Singing the song "The Will of The Wind" by James Photoglo. My favorite song that time. After i sang, i felt like it was one of the times when i felt being laughed to. No worries though. There are only small number of people who are given the chnace to sing in front of a crowd. I was one of them. 

I discarded the though of becoming a singer and to my surprise, unexpected opportunity came along my way. Magik FM has opened its door for me to be a Disc Jockey (but never was my dream). Its its real sense, i have lived with it. Music has been a part of my growing up years and now what im goind to do is just play those music and talk about it and laughed about it and criticized it. Thats how free we are as DJs. 

I became a DJ unexpectedly. My new found friend who i never though was a DJ invited me once to drop by their station (Magik FM) after i attended church on that one thursday of September 2002. I watched her doing the DJ thing and I enjoyed every moment of it. She asked me to pick up sme songs that she would play so i walked through teh CD cupboards. Checked each CD for a song. ALAS! that was a blast! for 3 hours, almost all songs that she have played were picked by me. She was impressed or I don't know. Then goes the question of the day." Do you wanna be a DJ"?

Radio DJ is one fantastic job.

and, to no further ado, my DJ life started. After and embarrasing day of singing infront of a crowd, here goes me talking and laughing in public. WOW! Being a radio jock is fantastic experience. I was like a celebrity. I can see myself in a company of fans inviting me to party with them. Cool! 

Well, after all, I never ended as a DJ though. I decided to grab some bigger opportunities thus allowing my feet to travel and wander around MAnila. At first, it never occured in my mind on whats my purpose in here. Why i am here? Well, one simple answer: "I never came here to fulfill a dream instead to fulfill what my heart wants and cant live without". 

At this very minute, i worked in a BPO industry. I hate it at first coz i never knew how does it work. I got a lot of questions twisting in my absent-minded brain. Well i survive call center? Well i be a better person in being a part of this working environment? After all, i never dreamt of becoming a telephone conversionalist or someone who wants to pacify a shouting person at the other end of the phone. I have never wanted to work at night and sleep during daytime. It wasn't in the itineraries that i have jot down for my life.

"Thank you for calling blah blah blah... How may i help you?" says me.

"oh, i hope you can help me." says the person in the other line along with a sarcastic laugh. (i hate being treated that way. 

"Well,madam, you have called in the right person to assist you". says me again. 

"Can I speak with a supervisor? or a manager". 

Then there goes those words that i would not really wanna hear coz it just put me in a situation where i was never a big help. Anyways, i never dreamt of this job. 

"Absolutely, Madam, Please stay on the line".. then have the customer stay on hold until she will drop down the phone and goes me agin with the opening spiel. 

Call center. Yes. I am currently working in a call center but not an agent anymore. On the second level. Enough of those SUP calls, AHT, ACW, QA and blah blah blah. I am now in a degree where i talked about numbers, reports, staffing, shrinkage (though a lot of terms have not crossed my mind before). 

I never dreamt of becoming a call center agent

Call center though has played a great role for me to discover the possibilities of impossible things of which i thought i won't hav ethe chance to try for the rest of my life. Call center is my new life. But, i never dreamt of this tough. 

Tomorrow, or maybe yesterday, i maybe have though of quitting this job coz i never dreamt of this. BUt as soon as im still happy i will live the way i live now. Being in a call center. 

Though, to top them all, i still dont know what i really wanted to become. Im about to leave the 20s age. Months from now. WHo knows what lies ahead?

Back to my City

Ahhh.. this building was my office for almost 5 years being a DJ. This is D&V Plaza Building in J.C. Aquino Avenue, BUtuan City. It consist of 3 floors. Our FM station, MAGIK 97.5 is located on the third floor in front of the rival Radio Stations Wild Fm 98.5.

Missed this building so much.. It has an elevator too. IN front of the building is I think La Cocina De Caraga (not sure) but its good place to enjoy meal and local deli.

I will be here again by December to pay a visit. A Ride away from where i live.

Our House of Worship in Butuan City for Iglesia Ni Cristo (located in T. Calo Avenue, Butuan City). Since late elementary years we started going to this church which has been our house of prayers and protection.

So sad. Things have changed and well i may say.. a fault in my end.



More pictures about Butuan are in the link provided in this post. Just Give them a glance. Its beauty will never fade all thoughout the years. A small city with rich culture and nature.

See ya there.

Ten things I need to do before my 30th B-Day

10. Buy more pens and notebooks ( to write more stuff and to place all my thoughts using the pen and my the notebook for my memories as well)

9. Buy more blank CDs and DVD -R/RW to burn my song collection and pertinent data.

8. Buy 3 gray shirt of which i will wear during the eve of my Birthday. 

7. Sneakers/Shoes

 

6. Sling Bag

5. Visit my friends and barkadas in Butuan before Christmas and maybe enjoy the good old times.

4. Visit my relatives and kins and my old time playmates. 

3. Buy this BOOK coz i dont know how to Love and how to express Love.

2. Pay a visit on my Father's grave as I promised him before he passed away. Missed you so much. 

1. Spend quality and quantity time with my family and asked forgiveness for the short comings i may have made. 

Tired To Love

I happen to browse my page in Facebook and check all the post from my friends. One by one, trying to get something on what to write and think about this day.

Crazy and random post have been most that i have read. But when i refreshed the page, Jana Carrera's post, (one of my friends in Bacolod) have caught my attention. Her post goes like this " im tired of loving you". I just dont know what came around but my mind worked and think about things on the spot. on that very moment. 

Ugggghhhhh... I dont wanna talk about love but i guess people might need to know some bit of ideas that they could take from me. I mean, i am not genius when it comes to love but I know i have a lot when it comes to this subject. I am a victim too. A survivor. I survived after all these years becasue of my thoughts of it. 

Let's take it one at a time. My idea about love is being with someone whom you can share your life with. Someone destined for you full of unconditonalities about being in a relationship. Love is not just like the things we read on papers and books. Magazine, catalogues that says about love were just mere replica of what other people would like you to venture to. Giving you ideas on how to survive to it and how to cope with it.

We are never tired of loving. Its a fact. Sometimes we are always blinded with what we feel. We mistook everything just because we just want satisfaction selfishly. Btt did you ever think that our heart have never stopped pumping blood to supply as life? Thats just the same as you are working for a living to sustain your daily needs. Our heart were never tired of oding its task. Our heart knows whats its doing. It will never stop supplying us oxygen because we need it. Our heart. Our heart who feels LOVE. Exactly. If it never fails you to go on with life, then why say you are tired of loving? Don't you know that decisions are amde not by the heart but by the mind? 

People whom i listen too saying they are tired of loving are people who will never know what is love. Why? Because you cannot guarantee that you have learned it unless you ahve made the right decisions. Tiresome and tiredness are just a state of mind. its never felt by the heart. 

The next time you would say how you are tired of love, think of it first coz there is such no word as "tired" when it comes to love. Maybe you just don't know that the best word to use is "give up". You will give up loving a person not because you are tired. It is because you find it absurd to go out with them though your heart tells you he does not need you no more. "Tired" is maybe a harsh word to use when you want to give up your feeling. When you are tired of loving that means you're heart stopped pumping oxygen to give you life. Simple science.

To Jana, I hope you would not take this as a negative output of the things that you ahve just experienced now. Don't be tired of loving someone. If you think that person is not worthy anymore, you can just say you wanna give up and move on. It maybe hard to say. It may be painful to utter but that is how reality should be.

I know you are strong enough to face whatver this emotional turmoil is bringing you. Just go on. Speak it out loud but never be tired to love. You can imagine how beautiful life when we are in love. Happiness is along the way if you seek for true love. 

Dont give up despite of the fall. May it be your first fall or your nth fall but nobody can stop your heart from beating coz its not tired of searching and targeting someone perfected and was amde for you. Be inlove always. Thats how life should be. Never neglect what your heart say unless it will just stop.