I asked myself: "What do I want to tell the world this year?" While there maybe too many sad stories at my disposal, there are also those that made me wonder, smile and laugh. I am humbled and overwhelmed by the thought that there is beauty in the familiar, purpose for the pain and wisdom in the superficial.
But the real Gilutongan is far from the picturesque island-hopping stopover we may know about. Consider the following: only 13 out of the 250 homes have toilets; the island does not have potable water supply, a sewage system or electricity; gambling is rampant because it is tolerated by the local officials.
Pocki-Pocki was one of the four ducklings that almost failed to see the light of day if not for Gaga’s timely intervention. Their duck parents apparently abandoned them since their other healthy duck-siblings are already up on their webbed feet.
My father was luckily spared from certain death despite not wearing his seatbelt. But aside from undergoing several major surgeries at the local hospital, he needed to be transported to Manila for a crucial procedure that had to be performed by the only spine surgeon in the country at that time. A Harrington Rod was attached to a portion of his spine because his T12-L1 vertebrae had a crack. Up to this day, it still is there.
Continued from here.
ten books i have yet to read
1. Elie Wiesel’s Night
2. William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury
3. Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment
4. Nick Joaquin’s The Woman Who Had Two Navels
5. CS Lewis’ Mere Christianity
6. Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
7. Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses
8. JRR Tolkien’s Silmarillon
The least a writer could do is to find the right words that could best capture a fleeting thought in his head, preserve an important memory or freeze a moment in time. I did not know what I was thinking when I made a highschool classmate this yearbook caption:
Talk to your taxi drivers because like you, they also are trying to find their way around in this world. You will be surprised with what they can talk about - their heart-warming stories about their growing kids, their conspiracy theories about a controversial government transaction or even their classified information about a local politician.
This is Bonsooi, our newest family member. You can see more pictures of him here.
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.