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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Death (Edited)
Death is the word that I dreaded the most. Actually I'm not really afraid of dying (Because there is such a thing as heaven and hell) but on the manner of dying. One of the foremost reasons why I sometimes avoid watching news programs is the fact that reports about murder, salvage, massacre, fatal accidents etc. are all synonymous to killing.
I keep on asking myself “Why do some people have to die in a brutal manner?” Worst, some people leave the world because of the evil thoughts of men.
When I was in grade school, I dreamt of becoming a doctor. But as I grew up I am convinced that a medical profession is not my calling. Just a thought of dealing with a dying patient who has been stab with a knife frightens me. In addition to that, I am also a minor hematophobic.
Ok, let’s have some U-turn from human being to natural environment.
Death isn’t just applicable to people. Plants, trees, animals, insects and their natural habitat also experience death.
In Jose Rizal's novel Noli Me Tangere (Touch Me Not), our national hero described Ilog Pasig (Pasig River) as a river that serves many purposes - from transportation to bathing to laundry washing. It is so sad that the clean water of Ilog Pasig can only be seen in old photographs and stories of historians and first generation ancestors.
If we go to high-land places in some Northern and Southern part of Luzon, the ground which tall trees and shrubs used to stand are now occupied by private subdivisions and resorts. The residents in those mountains or the bakasyonistas are very lucky to have nice over-looking sceneries with cooler breeze. But hey, the fate of the old trees is not so lucky.
We have probably heard news about Global Warming a hundred times already. Global warming is an increase in the average temperature of the earth's atmosphere, especially a sustained increase sufficient to cause climatic change. The main cause of global warming is the attitude of mankind to nature. (source: answers.com and timeforchange.org).
Have we realized the message of every story related to global warming?
For me the message is clear “There is something wrong with our natural environment.” Or should I say ‘There is something wrong with human nature?” And if we keep on ignoring the point of every story, global warming might also stand for DEATH (death of our mother earth and men) – a death all rooted to human negligence.
At once, let’s think about the welfare of our neighbors and the planet that we live in before it’s too late.
I keep on asking myself “Why do some people have to die in a brutal manner?” Worst, some people leave the world because of the evil thoughts of men.
When I was in grade school, I dreamt of becoming a doctor. But as I grew up I am convinced that a medical profession is not my calling. Just a thought of dealing with a dying patient who has been stab with a knife frightens me. In addition to that, I am also a minor hematophobic.
Ok, let’s have some U-turn from human being to natural environment.
Death isn’t just applicable to people. Plants, trees, animals, insects and their natural habitat also experience death.
In Jose Rizal's novel Noli Me Tangere (Touch Me Not), our national hero described Ilog Pasig (Pasig River) as a river that serves many purposes - from transportation to bathing to laundry washing. It is so sad that the clean water of Ilog Pasig can only be seen in old photographs and stories of historians and first generation ancestors.
If we go to high-land places in some Northern and Southern part of Luzon, the ground which tall trees and shrubs used to stand are now occupied by private subdivisions and resorts. The residents in those mountains or the bakasyonistas are very lucky to have nice over-looking sceneries with cooler breeze. But hey, the fate of the old trees is not so lucky.
We have probably heard news about Global Warming a hundred times already. Global warming is an increase in the average temperature of the earth's atmosphere, especially a sustained increase sufficient to cause climatic change. The main cause of global warming is the attitude of mankind to nature. (source: answers.com and timeforchange.org).
Have we realized the message of every story related to global warming?
For me the message is clear “There is something wrong with our natural environment.” Or should I say ‘There is something wrong with human nature?” And if we keep on ignoring the point of every story, global warming might also stand for DEATH (death of our mother earth and men) – a death all rooted to human negligence.
At once, let’s think about the welfare of our neighbors and the planet that we live in before it’s too late.
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Posted 9/16/09 1:16AM
Thursday, August 20, 2009
True Love
The church was so full and the nearby streets were also crowded.
The people were either wearing black, white or yellow top.
Tears were outpouring in all places.
Even the erratic weather was not a barrier for the masa to pay their last respect.
These were the general scenes during President Cory Aquino’s funeral.It was full of emotion.
While watching the tv coverage of the final mass for Pres. Cory, there was one episode that I really find so touching. Many times the camera would focus Kris Aquino, Cory Aquino’s youngest daughter. In a very short scene, Kris was sighted carrying his youngest son Baby James. The sadness and sorrow was all over her face. Baby James stared at her then kissed her.
What is so special about Kris-Baby James scene?
Baby James is 2 years old. He knows nothing about what’s happening. But his innocence gave comfort (no matter how simple the gesture is) at the exact moment that her mom needed to be comforted. Perhaps that was Baby James way of saying “Mommy, I love you! Don't cry na..."
The people were either wearing black, white or yellow top.
Tears were outpouring in all places.
Even the erratic weather was not a barrier for the masa to pay their last respect.
These were the general scenes during President Cory Aquino’s funeral.It was full of emotion.
While watching the tv coverage of the final mass for Pres. Cory, there was one episode that I really find so touching. Many times the camera would focus Kris Aquino, Cory Aquino’s youngest daughter. In a very short scene, Kris was sighted carrying his youngest son Baby James. The sadness and sorrow was all over her face. Baby James stared at her then kissed her.
What is so special about Kris-Baby James scene?
Baby James is 2 years old. He knows nothing about what’s happening. But his innocence gave comfort (no matter how simple the gesture is) at the exact moment that her mom needed to be comforted. Perhaps that was Baby James way of saying “Mommy, I love you! Don't cry na..."
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Master Rapper, We Will Miss You!!!
Francis M, the Master Rapper, breathed his last yesterday March 6, 2009. You will forever be remembered. Your legacy will eternally live on. May you rest in peace!!!
Courtesy of Francis M.'s blogsite Happybattle
Monday, February 2, 2009
I'm Your Fan!
Every year we encounter various events (good and bad) that have huge effect on our lives. Last year, was no different.
I lost my job last December. To those who know my work history, it’s no longer surprising. They are immune to hearing the words “Nagresign na ko” (I resigned already) or “Wala na kong work” (I’m jobless). Lately, I’ve been thinking so much about the excruciating experiences I had with my previous company. I am trying to suppress the thought, but the grudges still seem fresh. Maybe because I have always been the kind of person, when confronted by a complex situation or a budding conflict, would rather not expose my vulnerability. There was no clear closure between me and the basis of my resignation. Things just didn’t end well.
I thought my last job prior to my work as a sales secretary was the most depressing already. But as days go by, I’m starting to realize that all exit experience is painful. No pain is actually more superior to the other. Saying goodbye to the faces I’ve learned to love and care for is probably the very reason why leaving is always difficult. Without a choice, I had to pack my things and wave my hands. Along with it, however, are the precious learnings and good memories.
Of course, reflecting is more meaningful if we talk about great blessings. Last year, God granted one of my biggest dreams – to attend the Kerygma Feast every Sunday together with my family. It took me almost one year to persuade them. Just when I was about to give up, God answered my prayer. It was sometime in 2nd quarter of 2008 when they told me they wanted to give it a try. At the back of my mind I was asking myself, “Are they serious?” When we reached Valle Verde Country Club, that’s the only time I became totally convinced. And the rest is history.
In 2008, I also heard one of the most shocking accolades I’ve received in my entire life. “I’m your fan” kuya Rowin said. What was he thinking? Was he out of his mind? I just couldn’t absorb it.
He was asking about my occupation. I answered him truthfully although I really wanted to lie. hehe!. He told me not to give up and just keep on trying. Then, he inquired about my blog. “I became unmindful of it since I'm busy with work,” I replied. He encouraged me to continue what I have started. Next, he told me “Fan mo ko" (I’m your fan).
The conversation occurred in his daughter’s wake. I was supposed to be the one comforting him but it seemed to me that our roles transformed. Whether there was a truth to that or just a joke, kuya Rowin lifted my weakening spirit. It helped me believe in myself when I was going through some emotional battle - when it seemed to me that I was doing no good... :(
I lost my job last December. To those who know my work history, it’s no longer surprising. They are immune to hearing the words “Nagresign na ko” (I resigned already) or “Wala na kong work” (I’m jobless). Lately, I’ve been thinking so much about the excruciating experiences I had with my previous company. I am trying to suppress the thought, but the grudges still seem fresh. Maybe because I have always been the kind of person, when confronted by a complex situation or a budding conflict, would rather not expose my vulnerability. There was no clear closure between me and the basis of my resignation. Things just didn’t end well.
I thought my last job prior to my work as a sales secretary was the most depressing already. But as days go by, I’m starting to realize that all exit experience is painful. No pain is actually more superior to the other. Saying goodbye to the faces I’ve learned to love and care for is probably the very reason why leaving is always difficult. Without a choice, I had to pack my things and wave my hands. Along with it, however, are the precious learnings and good memories.
Of course, reflecting is more meaningful if we talk about great blessings. Last year, God granted one of my biggest dreams – to attend the Kerygma Feast every Sunday together with my family. It took me almost one year to persuade them. Just when I was about to give up, God answered my prayer. It was sometime in 2nd quarter of 2008 when they told me they wanted to give it a try. At the back of my mind I was asking myself, “Are they serious?” When we reached Valle Verde Country Club, that’s the only time I became totally convinced. And the rest is history.
In 2008, I also heard one of the most shocking accolades I’ve received in my entire life. “I’m your fan” kuya Rowin said. What was he thinking? Was he out of his mind? I just couldn’t absorb it.
He was asking about my occupation. I answered him truthfully although I really wanted to lie. hehe!. He told me not to give up and just keep on trying. Then, he inquired about my blog. “I became unmindful of it since I'm busy with work,” I replied. He encouraged me to continue what I have started. Next, he told me “Fan mo ko" (I’m your fan).
The conversation occurred in his daughter’s wake. I was supposed to be the one comforting him but it seemed to me that our roles transformed. Whether there was a truth to that or just a joke, kuya Rowin lifted my weakening spirit. It helped me believe in myself when I was going through some emotional battle - when it seemed to me that I was doing no good... :(
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Kuya Rowin, did I ever say thank you? In a critical point in your life you cheered me up when you yourself needed more understanding. I was speechless and could not believe. That short statement might not have a powerful effect if it came from someone else mouth. It has actually become a music to my ears. Now, I visit my blog regularly. And as I scrutinize my old posts, I tell myself “Not bad.” Hehe! But seriously, I should be the one telling you “I’m your fan!”
