To love again?

Have you ever asked your self this? Would you like to try again after being hurt so many times? Would you dare love again, if every time you try, your heart echoes the love that was lost in time?

I've been living virtually alone for the past seven months, and still it hurts like yesterday. Everyday you see ladies pass by and all I can do is sigh, smack my head a little to get back to reality. What can I offer those young lovely ladies if I'm starting lose love of myself? I've been wanting to say I love them, but I can't. All I know is I need one to be mine again, to be whole again, to fill the emptiness. To love is to be hurt I know, but to be hurt and be fooled over and over again, that's stupidity. That's what I was, never again.

Some say I have to content myself of being alone and devote all my energy to work. Question? Why am I working? For whom? For a non-existent family? For a child I barely see? For my future so blurry? Why? For what? Argh!

Will anyone dare to love me? Uhmmm, what if i post an ad in Jobstreet? Lolz

In her eyes

Did you ever wonder how a 3 year old kid explain things happening around her? When my kid showed me what she just drew, I was actually shocked, not because she knows how to, but what she drew. A family portrait, saying "Daddy, this is you, Kyona and Mommy!" I held my breath deep as my eyes slowly filled with tears are getting ready to fall.

For 7 months now, my dearest Kyona is without a family of her own, she's staying with my in-law, while my wife and I pick up the pieces of our shattered lives. Will we be together? Will Kyona get her birthday wish? Noone knows. What I know is like the picture, we are holding on, living alone but still holding on.

The paranoia of being alone kills me everyday, but the hope of being with my kid is what keeping me alive. But how can I explain the things to her when questions like "why are you leaving again?" and "when will you be coming back?" veers my sanity to outerspace?


A co-worker just asked me a question as I'm writing this, "Masarap ba magkaroon ng anak?" Another question that I'm beginning to hate. How will I know? I can't even walk her to school, can't even tuck her in to sleep, read books to her, feed her. Things that a father should be doing, i cannot do, so how will I know? I don't even want myself to be called a father, not even a provider, a little maybe but not a good one. Every peso I give to her will never be enough of the times lost being with a family. Is it my fault? Yes. It was unfolding before my eyes and I never did anything to keep it all together. I don't know how this will end for all of us, but what I just found out is that my my daughter's drawing is way better than my writing.

Love Moves...Move On!!!

Ask me anything my dear
Just not that of what I fear
For I know you know what
And that’s loosing you just like that

Move on my dear
That’s what I always hear
Forgetting is easy
If forgiving isn’t necessary

Be gone now my dear
Memories will not disappear
Just be careful with my kid
Kiss her for me, as goodbye I bid

Fool or Pull?

I can’t remember the last time I was fooled as it seems everyday. I wake up each day just to be fooled again and again. In Philosophy 101 I was taught not to trust my senses, maybe I should stick with it.

I live now all because of hope, hope that one day my family would be together again. That one day, I can hear my kid say “wakey wakey Daddy” each time she tries to wake me up. Each day I come home shouting “Hunny I’m home” only to hear echoes of myself shouting back at me as if saying “Hey moron, you’re all alone!” Each day I go out expecting to meet friends, but all there is, is nothing but crowd.
Every single day I’m being met by lies after lies. But I still cling to all the hope I could possibly offer myself with. It’s the only thing now that keeps me from shutting the doors to the reality of the world.
Sometimes it’s better to believe in movies than what is happening all around you. At least we know before paying for the ticket or inserting that cheap pirated DVD that what you will be shown is nothing but a glimpse of what men perceive of his world or what the world should be or ought to be. In the world of movies, I picture myself as Neo of the Matrix Trilogy, convincing myself that this is not me but only a representation of me, and the real me is somewhere out there playing with his joystick controlling my every move. Sometimes I’m V from the movie V for Vendetta, saying “You cannot kill an idea!” after being shot by bullets after bullets of lies. Sometimes, I feel like Forrest Gump, eating all the chocolates of life’s pandora’s box. The definition of myself is nowhere to be found.

Why am I still here? What’s my purpose? Very well, “Life” must go on and let the petals of my life slowly fall and wither away as it seems no one really can answer these questions but me and thy Creator. For now, I must be ready to be fooled again and pull myself together keeping it from going the other way.

Cool South Concepts

I' ve been staying in LasPiñas every weekend with my cousins, and I can't help being envy how these "guys from the south" came up with concepts like this one out of pure wit and experience.

Dumet -"made somewhere in the Philippines," was recently launched just as the whole Philippine archipelago was commemorating the Edsa 1 Revolution. This is not a coincidence, but also a marketing strategy of the group with their designs like "Nasaan ka ng '86" and "Bayani". And as predicted, it was an immediate hit. With prices that range between 300php-350php, these cool shirts designed by adRepublika could be yours.

If you happen to be somewhere in the south, you may also want to check Placid's gig schedule. Another promising band from the South. Nope, the band is not new as they've been playing for about 5 years now. In fact they even made it in the final round of MotoRock sponsored by Motorola last year.

With their version of Carpenter's "Top of the World" spiced with some bongo's and reggae beat of the base guitar and drums, I can say that they did gave justice to the song with their revival.

Natalie, a Filipina with Irish decent, as their vocalist, this reggae cum pop rock band may soon hit it big so check them out now.