I asked him where he lived. “Lorega,” he answered. “Layo na?” (Is that far?). I don’t know why I even asked the last two questions when I already knew the answers at the back of my head. I thought to myself that by continuing this small talk, I could ease the heavy pang of guilt that’s already chewing inside me.
There’s a lot more to blogging than the site meter, or the blogroll, or the eye candy interfaces. At the end of the day, the form and the numbers will not matter as long as the message has been effectively conveyed.
At a young age of 21, Jeffrey has been in and out of jail for at least five times. He was your typical streetkid. If he is not aimlessly begging, he is either sniffing solvent with his friends to forget their hunger, or he is involved in a “rumble”…
Much to my surprise, I found myself riding an L300 van bound for Calamba, a small town in Misamis Occidental. It was a choice I did not embrace readily for at least two reasons: convenience and safety. This van particularly defied its intended seating capacity. We were already 22 on that trip but the konduktor (or the person that collects the fares) claimed there is still room for 3 more passengers.
While putting up the banderitas for our Christmas party, we were silently hoping that the super typhoon Reming would spare our office parking lot her fury. By mid-afternoon, we were almost finished with our physical arrangements – the stage was already propped up, the instruments were finally tuned and…
I have not seen a live sting ray (pagi in our local dialect) in all 22 years of my life. I only saw portions of the fish, conveniently cut in squares and cooked in coconut milk. The said ‘barb’ that struck Irwin’s heart is sometimes used as whip for misbehaving children.
We thought that the month of March would signal the end of our academic worries. After all, it's the unofficial start of the summer season, another time to give ourselves a big break, head for the beaches and literally freak out.
At that gathering, there were many Nang Milas, Nang Indays and Manong Juns – men and women who have fallen once in their lives but decided to surrender to the lordship of Christ. Despite the enduring poverty, you could really see the unspeakable joy in their eyes; a joy that can never be bought by any currency in this world.