Father and Son

Four years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable of taking care of the house and the kid. Because that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have fail to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my kid, and failed to be the dad and mum for my kid.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child. With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all I heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the problem - a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bed sheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation: "Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't any leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turn on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm until you return. But I forgot to remind you because I was playing with my toys. I am sorry Dad."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks but I didn’t want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son’s room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mommy.

A year had passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mom, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up. However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regrets. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son’s absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't anywhere to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, "I am sorry, Dad". But after much probing, I realized that it was because of a talent show organized by his school and the invitation is for every student’s mommy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mommy.

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practice his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. Because he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It’s winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the Christmas spirit is in every passer-by. Christmas carols and frantic shoppers. But alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day’s work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn’t help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, "I’m sorry, Dad" and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year. His answer, amidst his sobbing, was: "The letters were for mommy." My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: "But why did you post so many letters, at one time?"

My son’s reply was: "I have been writing to mommy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once." After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say. I told my son, "Son, mommy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mommy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldn't help opening the letter before they turn to ash. And one of the letters broke my heart.

Dear Mommy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a talent show in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn't help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason.

Mommy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mommy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But Mommy, why haven't you appeared?


After reading the letter, I can't stop sobbing because I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife..

For the females with children:

Don’t do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.

For the married men:

Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? Or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.

For those singles out there:

Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don’t let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.



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One Word

Isn't it so frustrating when you know you could have gotten a hundred percent in your quality audit score but because of one word, you failed?

That happened to me a while ago. Instead of 100%, I only got 80% which is a failing score. That single word actually decreased my score by 20 points! Imagine that? 20 points!

Well, anyway, looking at the brighter side, I'm improving naman na daw, according to Kuya Jun. At least, I didn't process a past policy refund anymore, nor did I unsubscribed a customer from her subscription. :)

Next week would be our last week in OCP and I'm so nervous. Hope the rest of the Walk-out Wave will all go to production. Let's cross our fingers.


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2ne5 Things

A friend tagged me in his note about the twenty-five random things about him and I was asked and required to do my list as well. So here it goes.

  1. I have a scar on my upper lip which I got when I was a kid because of carelessness and laziness. Well, you will never know what childhood is if you don't have scars. Tahaha! ☺

  2. I love blogging, but recently, I stopped posting, I got no time to post due to a very hectic schedule.

  3. My first phone was a Motorola phone. I can't remember the unit but it has antenna.

  4. I am not, and will never be, fond of drinking coffee.

  5. I love chocolates.

  6. He may be a devil, but I really love Looney Tunes's Taz.

  7. Believe it or not, I used to draw and I was very good at it when I was a kid but I don't know what happened. It seems like my hands had an amnesia. They forgot how to draw!

  8. I was a dancer. I sued to be good at dancing. Now, I can say that I have two left feet.

  9. Books or movies? I'd say books. I am a bookworm by heart.

  10. No offense meant to their fans but I really don't like Marian Rivera and Heart Evangelista. Honestly, I don't know why. I just hate them. Period!

  11. I only learned to play the guitar when I was in first year college. The first songs I mastered? Torete by Moonstar 88 and High by The Speaks and that's because they both have the same chord pattern.

  12. I only have one password for my email accounts and social network sites.

  13. I used to play chess and badminton in elementary and would you believe that I even won second place for both events in the District Meet in my 5th grade. Now, never mind! Tahaha. Have no time for them anymore.

  14. First song I sang in front of an audience other than my family? Habang May Buhay by After Image. It was during the celebration of our barangay fiesta.

  15. I have two older half-brothers. I only found out about them in 4th grade. That means I'm not the eldest child of my father but the eldest of my mother. ☺

  16. The first thing I notice about someone is his/her smile.

  17. I don't believe in First impression lasts. Why should I? I am used to being labeled as a bitch at first and later, people will realize I am not. Isn't that sweet? ♥

  18. When I failed the interview at Convergys Makati, I cut my hair short. I dunno what I was thinking back then. I think it was out of frustration.

  19. I would love to buy me a MacBook.

  20. McDonalds or Jollibee? Well, I would say I am closer to Ronald than the bee.

  21. Hindi alam ng iba, taong bahay ako. Ang alam kasi nila, gala ako which is partly true. Kapag nasa bahay namin ako, hindi ako masyadong lumalabas ng bahay. Sa kuwarto lang ako, nanonood ng TV, naggigitara, nagbabasa ng libro at natutulog.

  22. The farthest place I'd gone South? Batangas. North? Vigan. Place I want to visit? Paris.

  23. Bawat graduation ko, may nangyayaring hindi kanais-nais. I don't usually believe in those stuff pero parang iba e. Elementary graduation: my grandpa died. It was even before my birthday and his birthday. High school graduation: my younger brother met an accident. College graduation: Nothing serious. It's just that I had to leave the ceremony early since I need to report to work the following day. I didn't even have the chance to take pictures with my former classmates.

  24. I was named after Princess Diana and ipinaglihi daw ako sa bayabas. Would you believe na noong ipinanganak daw ako, may crown-like thingy sa ulo ko? Yung parang makikita mo sa bayabas? I dunno if it's true.

  25. The last relationship that I had was the best and worst. Don't ask why.



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Bitches and Ghost

Questions are supposed to be answered. That's given. Then, why do some people hate you if you answer questions? They would even consider you as a ghost, who does not exist for them. You'll even be branded as MS. KNOW-IT-ALL! Is it your fault if you know the answer and they don't?


Well, there really is no cure for the insecure, right? (:


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Jessica's Graduation Speech

When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were thing like astronaut, president, or in my case - princess.

When we were ten, they asked again and we answered – rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how about this: Who the hell knows?!

This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, it's time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love – a lot. Major in philosophy because there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.

So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be, we won't have to guess. We'll know.

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Breakfast at McDonalds

I am a mother of three - ages 14, 12 and 3 - and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called Smile.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway so I thought this would be a piece of cake. Literally. Soon, after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special time with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served when all of a sudden, everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch. An overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around, I smelled a horrible dirty body smell, and there standing behind me were two poor, homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman close to me, he was smiling. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's light as he searched for acceptance. He said, Good day! as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, Coffee is all Miss because that was all they could afford. If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm. Then, I really felt it -- the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said Thank you! I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, I did not do this for you, God is here working through me to give you hope.

I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down, my husband smiled at me and said, That is why God gave gave you to me, honey, to give me hope.

We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure light of God's sweet love.

I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in my project and the instructor read it. Then, she looked up at me and said, Can i share this? I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings and being a part of God, share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way, I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.

I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to love people and use things, not love things and use people.

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