28 years of life and still...

The 4 Non Blondes’ song What’s Up is a perfect lyrical metaphor of the story of each of our lives. We are always trying to figure out a destination. Whether it is the search for a concrete career path, a life-long partner, a sense of purpose, each one of us is in a continuing battle of figuring out what comes next in our lives. Some of us have definite plans while others tend to be very lax in putting weight on what comes after today. The truth is neither of these two is better than the other. 

Those who live for today and those who try to give up today for a better tomorrow are on equal footing as neither one is superior to the other. You may disagree with me on this, but let us just agree to disagree. I am in no position to lecture you on what is right and what is wrong because the truth is that there is no definite right and no definite wrong. Right and wrong are social constructs that we have imposed as a species to be able to uphold the very fabric that keeps our society. We have a catch-all term for this, morality. The truth is that morality was, is, and will never be absolute and resolute. There will come a time when what is right today will become unacceptable. That is how things have been and that will be how things shall continue to be. 

Climbing the great big hill…

Where do you stand on the hill that you call ambition? Have you reached the apex? Or, are you still figuring out how to get there? Chill… You will have your equal share of doubts – of questions as to whether you are doing the right things.  Again, do whatever you want to do. Because at the end of the day, it’s your life and no matter how much others will fiddle and get involved in it, you are the final arbiter and the final say will come from you. Just do what your heart tells you to do. Do not be afraid of judgment but don’t be cynical about other people’s opinions. These are born for reasons that are equally acceptable as the essentiality of your own belief. Just don’t let them dictate the story of your life.

The world is made up of brotherhood…

I always have this question in mind – would I be able to live without connecting to people? I tried. This year, I went to five countries alone with as little connection as possible. It was the best thing that I ever did, but it gave me this harsh truth that no matter how much you want to be alone, you will and will need people. The truth is that we only see connections that are essential to our lives without thinking that we are connected to a lot of people. The pilot that brought you from your point of origin to your destination was there not just for the job but also for the fact that there are people who rely on him including you. The small food stall owner who cooked that delicious laksa that you love was not just there for profit but also because she knows that people will need to eat good food. You see, this world is made up of brotherhoods of different sizes. You can never be alone and you will never be. As much as you hate people, you cannot stand on your own without the toil of others. 

I cry sometimes just to get it all out…

Like a glass filled to the brim, you will soon start spilling over. Our emotions can sometimes outsmart us. When these times happen, remember that it is perfectly normal. Get angry; shout the most demeaning expletives you can think of; say as many “fuck you” as you want, just let it all out. The more you hide your emotions, the more dangerous they become. Just spill it over. Be as mean as you can go as that is the best way to outgrow such emotions – for you to become better at handling them. Again, let it all out.

I’m feeling a little peculiar…

Be unique! And by that, I mean that you must be true to yourself. Don’t cripple your wings because society dictates that you have to be this way. Remember that the best reflection of yourself is observed by no other person but you. Remember that you don’t have to fit in some other person’s shoes. Remember that whatever you want to become, you are capable of doing so. The only limit that you have is the one that you set on yourself. Go further than what you ever want. Be your own motivation.

I wake in the morning and I step outside…

Consider each day as a gift. The more you put a value on what is happening today, the more you become focused on achieving something that will not just influence you right now but will also shape your future. Don’t be afraid to go beyond your norms. Keep that fire of desire burning within you. There is no such thing as a dead-end failure. Only that some people give up after a few tries. Never give up. If something becomes comfortable, then it means that you are no longer growing. Get going, no matter what.

I take a deep breath and get real high…

This may sound cliché but it is the truth – for most people, this world is too much to handle. The complexity of our existence makes us wonder if all these are worth the fight. But I tell you, when you come to a point of uncertainty, just shrug it off. Take a deep breath and remember one thing, you are here to please no other person but yourself. Whatever things you enjoy, immerse yourself in it. Get real high and be as happy as you can be.

So what’s going on?

Keep your own pace. The destination that you want might be miles away or just around the alley, but it doesn’t matter as long as you continue moving. Remember to ask yourself, what’s going on? Re-evaluate your goals. Be more proactive in doing things. Influence others to become better people. But don’t force your spoon into their mouths. Like you, they know what’s best for them. Keep a close connection with people but never intrude in their personal space.

Pray for a revolution…

At the end of the day, pray for a revolution - a revolution of ideas, beliefs, and aspirations. Continue to seek change. And be an instrument of change. This world is in chaos, so keep reminding yourself that “All is well”! 

So, here I am. 28 years of life and still... 

Adios amigos.

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The best thing that I can do

I start my daily routine at 5:00 AM when most of the people are still sound asleep. I would walk around five and a half kilometers to reach Umapad Dumpsite. Not even a typhoon could stop me from doing this daily regimen. After all, I have seven young mouths to feed. I'd rather get wet than hear the hungry sounding stomachs of my three girls and four boys. 

All of my children are schooling. I feel that education is the only escape I can provide them against this hell that we are right now. When I was their age, I did not mind my studies. I saw no sense in scrambling numbers trying to figure out products and quotients when at the end of the day I and my brothers would still go the plantation to harvest pineapples. 

I was born in Mindanao, specifically in Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon. As glamorous as it sounds, the place is actually of no single glitter. Most people live on a one-day-one-eat scheme. Kids spent their days not in school but in large pineapple and banana plantations doing hard labor to earn a few centavos. We do not have a functioning hospital in our community. It was like, when you suffer an illness, the best that you can have is to implore the heaven that you get healed. 

I lived in Manolo Fortich, the entirety of my teenage life. I think I have harvested more than a hundred thousand pieces of pineapples that now I can't even think of smelling one. Maybe it's true that when you have too much of something, you will start to dislike it. 

When I turned 23, I decided to seek better opportunities in Cebu. I packed up my stuff, which translates to two shirts, one puldoroy, and a dog tag that my grandfather gave me. He said that it was a gift from an American friend during the second world war. It was a treasure that he wanted me to keep and give to the next generation of our kin. It's the only treasure I have with me up to now. Well, at least, I am not that poor enough not to own even a single treasure. 

The first time I arrived in Cebu, I marveled at its modern look. It was so chic to a probinsyano like me. I've never seen such a vast crowd gathered in one place. It was all good until the harsh reality of life slapped me. I tried looking for work, but everywhere I go, they'd ask me for a high school diploma. I don't have one. The truth is when I was in Mindanao, I never cared for my education. After all, why would you need to know how to divide large numbers when you are only earning a few centavos for a hard day in the plantation? 

I started sipping my coffee and ate two pieces of pandesal. The shanty which the eight of us lived was still shrouded in darkness. We do not have electricity. We couldn't afford such a luxury. My children are fast asleep except for Lando, who must go to school early as he is a working student. 

After I was done eating, I rolled two empty sacks, got my kalakay, and started heading to the dumpsite. You would barely recognize me in my scavenger costume. My entire body is generously clothed. I walked unceremoniously but filled with hope that I might hit a pot of gold in the dumpsite. I mean it. I am tired of this life. I don't care about myself anymore; I can't bear it looking at the suffering faces of my children. 

Two trucks arrived, and the witch hunt for plastic and tin cans started. There were 8 of us who would typically come early in the dumpsite. When we are not scavenging, we are the best of friends. But when we start collecting sellable trash, it's a different story. 

The minutes of sorting trash became an hour, and the hours became a day. Filled with exhaustion, I walked towards the junk shop where I would sell my sacks of plastic and metal scraps. That day, I did not hit the pot of gold I was expecting, but I was fortunate enough to have 49 pesos in my pocket. Half a kilo of rice would be 23 pesos, two packs of noodles at 16 pesos. I still have 10 pesos that I saved to give as baon of my kids for the next day. 

Just a few blocks to the slum area where I lived, I've seen many people gathering. The smoke is still rising mightily to the sky. There was a fire, and it was a humungous and devastating one. I ran as fast as I could. 

"My kids! Help me! I need to find my kids." I shouted in despair as I struggle to navigate through the crowd that has gathered. 

There was nothing left. It was like a vast football field, but only that everywhere you look was filled with ashes and debris. I started crying. I was baffled, but then a familiar voice came to my ears. 

"Pa, naa sila tanan sa Gym. Tana adto ta." It was my son Lando who, after hearing the news from his friends, rushed to aid his younger brothers and sisters. 

It was the best feeling that I have had in my life. Knowing that my kids are safe filled my heart with joy. Maybe, I did not hit the pot of gold in the dumpsite, but still, I was blessed for my family is safe. It was at that moment that I realized that it is not money that can bring us genuine happiness. It is seeing the people we love safe and sound. Material things may provide us comfort, but you can never put a price tag on true happiness. 

I am Ondo, a scavenger, a fire victim, a widower. I don't know what's left of the thinning pages of my life, but as long as I live, I will forget all these to focus on the one best thing that I could do… being a father. 

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Amid the chaos: a weeklong trip in Hong Kong

The past few months have been very crucial to the people and the government of Hong Kong. What started to be a movement against a perceived undemocratic and authoritative extradition bill has turned into a full political extravaganza. Hongkongers have been very vocal in their displeasure with how the government is handling the current situation.

My trip to Hong Kong has long been planned months before the current political circus has unfolded. Days before my flight, there was this little reluctance on my end to pursue it because, as per the way it was shown in international media, chaos brews in all four corners. From mobs defacing and damaging MTR stations to rioters throwing Molotov cocktails on police vehicles, it was evident that there is too much anarchy in the country.

Nonetheless, I saw this as an excellent opportunity for cultural immersion. My curiosity as to how things are happening in Hong Kong and my never-ending wanderlust brought me to pack up my luggage and head out to Mactan Cebu International Airport. Everything has been set and planned, and I was hoping that nothing dangerous would erupt in Hong Kong while I was there.

I arrived around 10 pm in Macau International Airport, and I headed straight to the Macau Outer Harbour Ferry Terminal. From Macau, I rode a ferry to reach Hong Kong. And around 12 am, I have set foot in what is said to be a land in chaos, Hong Kong. I was in a rush since the last MTR trip towards the nearest station to the hotel where I am staying will arrive in a few minutes and chances are I would miss it. I've exited Hong Kong Ferry Terminal and went straight to the Sheung Wan Station. I was literally running from the station entry barrier to the platform. Luck was with me as I was able to reach the train before the doors closed.

For my first day, I went to explore the neighboring areas surrounding my accommodation. I went to a public market and went to a spice market to get a taste of the way of life of Hongkongers. In the afternoon, I went to a local shop which sells snake soup, which I must say is something worthy of the exorbitant price that comes with it. I also tried their different modes of transportations, including the colonial era Tram, which is one of the remnants of the British occupation in the country. In the evening, I went to Fa Yuen Street Market, which is one of the best street food locations in Hong Kong. I ended up going back to my hotel late at around 11 pm, and my legs are already feeling the effects of the walkathon that I did for the entire day.

The second day was allocated for a nature adventure. I have always been a trail lover and what would be the best thing to do in Hong Kong than trek Dragon's Back Trail. Dubbed as one of Asia's most scenic trails, the Dragon's Back is in the eastern seaboard of the Hong Kong island away from the skyscrapers and bustling metropolis. The 8-km trail will showcase to you a scenic view of the Big Wave Bay, the Tai Tam Bay, and the Beaufort Island. The first two kilometers of the trail is the most challenging part with areas of steep ascents and sun-exposed paths. After this, most of the trail is covered with lush vegetation, which protects you from the blazing sun. Some interesting points on this trail include the Shek O Peak with an elevation of around 931 ft, the Dragon Back's viewing deck which gives you a panoramic view of the surrounding bays and islands, and the Big Wave Bay Beach which is where you will end up after completing the trail.

I arrived in the Big Wave Bay Beach around noontime, so I decided to find a local eatery and grab some meals. In all fairness, food is delicious when you are tired and wasted. I then spent some time on the beach with two bottles of beer and a recently bought book. For me, nothing beats the combination of a book, beer, and beach.  Indeed, these Bs made this part of my journey the most memorable out of my entire Hong Kong trip.

I went back to my hotel to get some rest before I continue with the day's itinerary, but unfortunately, what was supposed to be a short nap ended as 6 hours of sleep, and I was awake around 11 pm. I had to reschedule my plan to go to Victoria's Peak as it is too late. I was still exhausted, and my legs are aching. For the next two days, I do need to report to work. Thus, I will have limited time for adventures.

On the third day, I had to check out of Grand City Hotel and transfer to Mojo Nomad Aberdeen, which is on the southern part of Hong Kong island. It was indeed the right choice as it helped me avoid the mayhem that occurred during the weekend that followed in the Causeway Bay area and in the Mongkok area, where most of the accommodations are. For the third day, I went to Victoria's Peak and did some pasalubong shopping in the Temple Nigh Market.

For the fourth day, I did go to work from 6 am to 3 pm. The coworking space in Mojo Nomad Aberdeen is one of the best that I have been too. It was an excellent choice since there are not that many people in the hotel and that is something which I prefer. While I like to be in crowds, I would always opt to work in areas where there are fewer people. I commend Mojo Nomad Aberdeen for their communal facilities are some of the best that I have seen in the number of backpackers' accommodations that I have been too.

The first encounter I did with protesters occurred on my fourth day in Hong Kong. I went to Admiralty to exchange my peso for some Hong Kong dollars and boom there was this barrage of people who are on the streets. It was not chaotic. They were singing, and some were shouting what seems to be slogans. I saw the police force directing people and traffic away from the protesters. My heart skipped a beat when I was inside the MTR station and was about to board the train. Police were running towards a group of men, and media were following them. I hurriedly stepped inside the wagon as I thought it might escalate to a full ruckus. I went back to the hotel and decided to call it a day. I've read the news, and it appears that had I stayed longer; I may have been caught up in the commotion that transpired in Admiralty. 

I have filed a leave so that I can enjoy my fifth and sixth day in Hong Kong. On the fifth day, I wanted to go to Disneyland, but train service has been canceled due to some protesters vandalizing Sunny Bay Station, which is where you should alight to get to the Disneyland MTR line. I decided to change course and proceeded to the Hong Kong Space Museum and explored the Avenue of Stars, which is just nearby. Hong Kong has several Museums, but being a science geek, I decided that the best one to go to is the Space Museum. I was amazed when the ticketing officer told me that the entrance fee is just $10. It is quite cheap than I have anticipated.

In the evening, I did watch the symphony of lights, and it was a mesmerizing view. I just felt terrible that if things would not deescalate, the beautiful infrastructures, the diverse culture, and the colorful history of Hong Kong will be put to waste.

On the sixth day, I woke up early as I was planning to try to go to Disneyland one more time. Unfortunately, there was an urgent work-related request that I must facilitate. I ended up being in front of my computer until noon. I decided to forgo Disneyland as it would not be economical for me, and I would be rushing to get the most out of the pricey admission fee. I decided to go to the Big Buddha instead.

When I arrived at the Tung Chung station, I saw the damage that was caused by the riot that transpired the other day. MTR ticketing machines have been wrecked, walls and floors have been vandalized, and posters cover the walls of the nearby bus station.

Heading straight to the Ngong Ping 360, I was lucky because the demonstration that occurred the other day has reduced the number of tourists. There was no line, but I still opted to avail the Klook offering, which is way cheaper than buying the ticket from the ticketing booth. I did ride the Ngong Ping crystal cabin, which was another unique experience since you'd feel as if you are floating in the air with its glass bottom and 360-degree view. The cable ride took around 20 to 30 minutes per way.

When you arrive at the Ngong Ping Village, you will still need to walk a few meters to reach the foot of the staircase that leads to the Big Buddha. The stair comes with 268 steps, so reaching the top is indeed a feat to make, especially for those who are not used to walking or trekking. In my case, I simply breezed through the stairs. On top, I took some up-close shots of the statue, went inside the museum on the building where the Buddha sits, took some shots of the surrounding view, and I then went down.

Next to the Buddha is the Po Lin Monastery. This 123-year-old monastery is a gem of its own. Some points of interest are the three huge statues representing the past, present, and future of Buddha, the Main Shrine Hall of Buddha and the Bodhisattva Skanda Hall. The eatery inside the monastery serves Vegetarian food. I ate my late lunch in the monastery and headed back to the gondola ride.

I arrived around 4:00 pm back at Sheung Wan Station. I took my baggage form the TurboJet Service Center, where I left it earlier. I then went to buy my ticket and waited for my ferry ride. By 5:30 pm, I was already in Macau, so I decided to do a quick tour as my flight would still be past midnight.  There is not that much to do in Macau unless you like gambling. I went to Senado square, visited the Ruins of St. Paul, and did some casino hopping. Free Shuttles ply the streets of Macau, which will save you a lot in transportation costs.

My trip to Hong Kong was a spectacular experience. It showed me different faces of this little democratic region on the outskirt of a communist giant. I was surprised to find out that street dwellers and beggars are living in Hong Kong's elevated walkways. While Causeway Bay, Mongkok, and Tsim Sha Tsui area are filled with modern skyscrapers, the Shek O village is a great contrast. I can say that the influences of its past being a British colony are hardly seen these days. The locals I met there revealed to me that the current political ruckus is the result of an overcomplicated mesh of issues, grievances, and discontent. Nevertheless, it is something that only Hong Kong and its people will be able to solve. I just hope that it will never be too late before they arrive with a solution.

At the end of the day, I feel fulfilled because I survived a week in a land said to be marred with chaos, but then I guess this chaos is universal and is happening around the world. This chaos is not just about riots or demonstrations. This chaos is manifested in different ways – from the food security issues in African nations to the military conflicts in the middle east to the political and sociopolitical wars between the first world countries and to the never-ending problem of poverty that is happening in all four corners of our planet. But then without chaos, the universe would have never been created. It was chaos that brought the birth of the world and consequently the life on our planet. It may as well be that another form of chaos shall end it all.

See you on my next adventure!

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The three wise monkeys

(A persuasive speech)

Good morning everyone!

The proverbial principle of “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” is wonderfully expressed in the image of the three wise monkeys which is a very profound pictorial maxim. I’m here today to talk about it and how right now, most of us are becoming the irony of the three wise monkeys.

Mizaru – the monkey who covers his eyes and sees no evil.

Today, we are at a very crucial period in the history of our country. We are in an oblivion marred by the lack of peace, the lack of rule of law, and utter disrespect to our constitution. Yes, most of us have just turned blind against the injustices that pervade our society today.

To see no evil is good but to act blind and ignore what is happening in our country right now is an utter disregard for the moral and ethical standards that our nation was built upon. What is happening right now is unbecoming of a society. We are in a state of regress instead of progress.

But why are we acting blindly as if everything is okay? Why are we being quiet? Are we really being responsible citizens when we do not support dissent? When we ignore the obvious disregard for the rule of law? When we think that killing is a justified means of eliminating the menace of our society?

Most of us have become ironically like the wise monkey who sees no evil. We see no evil because we are acting blind. We have embraced the idea that these crooked ways are fine because they are what we need to instill order in our society.

Niccolo Machiavelli in his book The Prince said that the end justifies the means. But is it really okay to stick with these unscrupulous methods in order to achieve a safer and sounder society? Is it fine that we are living a Machiavellian society?  

The answer is no! Let us stop this foolishness and act. We need to open our eyes and recognize that these things are wrong. Again, we need to act.

At this point, allow me to move on to the second monkey.

Kikazaru - The monkey who covers his ears and hears no evil.

Today, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of you will turn out to be monkeys - monkeys who hear no evil. We have come to a point where most of us have become deaf of the truth. We are not just acting blind but we have also turned deaf about the reality - about the truth.

We are at a point that fake news is more appealing to most than the real news that is based on facts.  Let us not become the monkey who hears no evil. Let us be open to the truth even if it is something bad. Let us try to listen to the credible source of facts instead of basing our truth on posts on social media.

Let us not be afraid to hear something evil especially if it is the truth. For it is in knowing the real state of things that we are able to better our actions and do what is right.

The last monkey among the three wise monkeys is Iwazaru. The monkey who covers his mouth and speaks no evil.

Today, the moment you voice your opinion on something that is against the current administration or about a pressing issue, you are oftentimes placed in hot waters. People would label you as someone who is anti-government as if what you are saying is pure evil.

But remember that the most dangerous threat to a democracy, to the truth, is when dissent is being labeled as evil. When public opinion is propelled by propaganda, by strategies to sow confusion and disparity, a democracy is on the brink of extinction.

I tell you. Let us not stop speaking of the evil. Let us continue to be vigilant, to speak the truth regardless if it is bad. Let us remember that dissent is an essential ingredient in a democracy. When nobody questions a decision, when nobody is there to say that something is wrong, even the evilest lie can become the most pious truth of all.

Today, I ask all of you. Let us not become the three wise monkeys. Instead, let us be wiser than them. As the youth of today, we play a pivotal role in nation-building. We are more than capable to make a change. We need to stop these absurdities that we are seeing and hearing and we need to have a voice. Remember that even small ripples, when collectively acting, could become the wave that can topple even the strongest wall.

As an ending thought, I would like to leave you this. The worst enemy of the truth is when everyone embraces a lie and accepts it. I pray that there will be no more monkeys among us. No more wise monkeys. Instead, let us be wiser. It’s high time that we make loud of our voice and fight for the truth.

Thank you.

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Ang Wika

Walang hihigit pa sa salitang kaloob sa isang bansa.
Wika ay natatanging yaman na maipagmamayabang.
Walo, sampu o ilang libu man ang kawikaan,
Sila’y diwa ng yaring bayan.
Wika ay mahalaga, ito’y kalaluluwa ng ating bansa.

Isang libung pulo man ay kaya nitong pag-isahin.
Lahat ng pagsubok kapag nagkakaintindihan ay kayang hamakin.
Iisa ang ating tinig kapag sariling wika ating ginamit.
Ano man ang ating minimithi ay tiyak na makakamit.

Ang wika ay sandata ng yaring bayan.
Kahit ano mang lipi’y nagagabayan.
Kahit milyon ay madadala sa tamang daan.
Kapangyarihan ng wika ay ganyan.

At kung pag-unlad ang pag-uusapan.
Ang wika ang siyang tunay na gabay ng bayan.
Tiyak na may pag-unlad ang mamamayan
Kapag wika na ang nagbibigay daan.

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Another November

Here comes another November

trying to take away one more year.

Its coming is becoming haunting

Building in me an ounce of despair.

Relinquished, I fall to its danger.

Another time for me to ponder,

To think, to wink and to breath

To feel life and enjoy the breeze.

Here comes another November.

Its coming is something I fear.

Telling me that sand is filling,

That I might be left with nothing.

I still do not know if I owned it,

Or was I just a passerby of regrets.

I do not know how far I can go,

Or what to look forward to.

Succumbed by a gloomy mist,

I wish to find the final phase;

To find the point for me to rest,

For my soul to become at ease.

Here comes another November

Announcing to me the nearing end.

Teaching me nothing but to mend;

Not to forget but to remember.

Remember the joy of each moment,

Accept each one as an endowment.

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The Nature of Hatred and Forgiveness

Our lives have underscored the common concept of hate and forgiveness among human. As part of our nature, the essence of hating and forgiving emanates from our desires to satisfy our hearts and minds. We tend to hate because we cannot accept the illicit acts of others; we hate because we cannot take into our mind the nonsensical thoughts of the bad things other people are committing. On the contrary, we forgive because it brings serenity in our hearts; we forgive because it puts our minds at ease. As you can see, we are created to experience both. But which is more powerful between hatred and Forgiveness? I’m here to give a pragmatic discussion on the opposing powers of the two most powerful facets of human nature.

From the beginning of time, I was trained to become a forgiving child. I was always thought that forgiveness consoles the soul and quenches one’s mind… Indeed, forgiving is truly enjoyable. I learned to forgive and forget the easy way. But as years went by, there was a shift in my ideals. I asked myself what’s the real essence of forgiving? What if by forgiving, I am only spoiling the person to do same act again and again? What if I am making the person worse because I’m telling him that it’s okay and nothing's wrong? My point is that forgiveness sometimes has it flaws. Forgiveness is good, but we must always tell those who committed the sin that it was indeed wrong and that he deserves to reflect on his behavior. Forgive and forget but do not forget to tell the person that he must feel sorry and that he needs to change for the better. Forgiving is natural to us. Just like God, as we are created in His likeness, we do have the ability to give other people their much deserved second chance. This sounds easy right? The sad thing is that forgiving is as difficult as climbing the Everest. It is possible, but you must have the courage and the will to do so. And it is with this reason that we tend to lean on the easier but more stressful thing which is hatred.

Hatred is one of the most puzzling emotions. It’s like a flame scattering like wildfire in one’s system. The moment you start to hate, you are throwing yourself to the pit of bitterness and anger. This bottomless pit will swallow your system and transform you to a man of absurd negativities. Nevertheless, hatred is sometimes good. We must hate as it is part of our human nature, but we must hate the right things. We must hate sin, we must hate the devil and we must hate those acts which disobey the will of God. While we must hate sin, we should remember to forgive the sinners. As what an old adage says, “Condemn the sin not the sinner.” I’d love to elaborate on this part, but it is unnecessary as the focal thing regarding our need to forgive is settled in one scope - If God was able to forgive, why can’t we? We must embrace those who committed wrong and we must treat them as patients who need to regain the spirit of valuing and loving the will of God. Let us all learn to forget and forgive. Moreover, let us keep our hearts and mind in serenity by not allowing hatred to reside within us. Be free and feel free. Again, forgive and forget!

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The Last Man Standing

Sun rays are striking straight to my skin as I get to walk another mile to reach the demilitarized zone. It has always been like this ever since the great nuclear disaster of 2020. The explosion which was able to wipe out 95% of the human population is still haunting the entire world as mutant animals and high level of radioactivity makes everyday living a nightmare. I was one of the lucky few who have survived the explosion. Working as an underwater scientist, we were having a deep water exploration in the pacific when the accident did occur. I can barely think how chaotic it must have been atop the ocean.

“Beep Beep Beep”, my phone started ringing.

“Hello Lieutenant X775A! You are directed to proceed to the laboratory of biological studies.” a synthesized voice said on my radio.

“What nightmare shall we face this time?” I asked myself.

Ever since we abandoned earth and decided to establish a settlement on the surface of the moon, we have been visiting it to check for signs of human life, but what we have found for the last 10 years are mutant animals possessing mutated characteristics. A fish with feathers swimming in the ocean floor, a dog with x-ray vision, a rat as big as a 3-storey building and a carnivorous tree - these are few of the bizarre things we have found on earth. Out team have scanned most of the places, but we have found not a single human who was able to sustain under such amount of radiation.

“Hey Lieutenant X775A!” lieutenant X346Q greeted, “I have been anticipating your arrival.”

“What’s the fuzz all about?” me asking Lieutenant X346Q.

“We are tracing some abnormal microbial activity near the pacific ocean.” my lady partner uttered.

“What now?” I exclaimed, “We have been tracing such activity in the past. I was thinking of some new findings regarding our search for human life.”

I was a little bit disgusted to hear it, but my interest was caught after seeing the satellite images. A big pit filled with corpses of dead mutant animals. I was even surprised to see that the imagery was taken from a group of island on the western board of the Pacific Ocean. The nuclear disaster which did occur 20 years ago happened there. So if this is a sign of survivor, how did they survive?

The chief of the settlement ordered us to conduct investigation on the event. Earlier, a robotic fleet was sent to gather specimen from the pit. It is 1800H and we decided to conduct survey the next morning. Feeling a little bit uneasy, I decided to check the specimens.

“I am examining specimen A-01 from the pit. It appears like the genetic structure of the specimen is somehow similar to that of a water buffalo but with some genetic modification.” me recording my voice.

While my eyes were on the ocular of the microscope, the sound of the alarm has brought me to a state of panic. (What is wrong?) I immediately rushed to the command center to execute certain protocols.

“Sir, our engines are destroyed. The power center is damaged and we are currently running on back-up.” Lieutenant X346Q reported.

The uneasy feeling I have been hiding all this time is starting build up on my face. I can feel that something is wrong. I went to check the surveillance video and was startled by the scenes I came across.

“Attention Command Center this is lieutenant X775A. I am sending some footage regarding the inflicted the damage on our ship.” I voiced over the radio.

“This is Command Center; please inform your captain that your ship is placed on a Code Red status. You cannot proceed nor do any action without authorization from the Command Center. Do you copy that?” The command center officer said.

“Yes sir, copied.” I replied.

I was just about to report to the captain when my surrounding went black. I am not able to see not even a single drop of light. The image of a child levitating and throwing some metal like pieces to machine was flashing in my memories. I was worried that the child entered our ship and that he is about to kill us all. With so much fear in me, I manage to find my way back to my quarter where I have my personal emergency kit. Having grabbed the flashlight, my next move was to load my laser beam shooter with ion rods.

Kaboom! The sound of a big explosion has demobilized me as I nervously see the flame rushing straight in front of my eyes. Before it gets to burn my body; I was able to grab a large sheet of metal, probably debris coming from the explosion, just in time to secure me from the scorching heat. In no time, the flame started to subdue and I was forced to drop the flaming hot metal I was holding earlier.

By the time the metal landed on the floor, I started seeing the silhouette of a child. This has brought me so much terror that I grabbed my laser beam and started shooting towards that direction. It’s getting closer to me and I can now barely see the face of an innocent child. Who is this kid and why is he doing this to us? The leaser gun got depleted but nothing has happened. I was in a close distance from the child and was filled with terror.

“Why did you leave us?” The child started crying.

No matter how much I struggle to utter words, my lips are incapacitated to do so. I was in a state of total shock. Though filled with fears, I grabbed the child and hugged him. I was then crying and memories from the child’s past started flashing in my mind.

“Lieutenant X775A can you hear me now?” a strange female voice asked me.

“Who are you and what is this place?” I replied.

I later found out that I was actually lying in a hospital bed back on the moon settlement. The nurse informed me that I was the only survivor rescued from the mission sent to earth. This has caused me so much sorrow that it felt like my heart was bleeding. Why have I not just died? I started recalling fragments of memories from what has happened to me and I then realized what happened that very moment I hugged the child.

Days have passed and I have fully recovered. I was tasked to report to the investigation committee regarding the mission. I will tell them what happened and what I have found out about the world. I want to shed light to the mysteries of the nuclear disaster 20 years ago.

As I was about to speak I get to remember the last few words of the child.

“...Mistakes of the past can no longer be corrected. If you want to help us down here, do it by commemorating the past and making sure that it shall not happen again. You can salvage this world and find us, but let me tell you this - Your quest of finding the last man standing will not make the sacrifices of a large part of the human population serve its purpose. You continue living for us, that’s all we ask.”

I decided to respect what the child has delivered in a collective thought for the people down there. In front of the investigation panel, I made my explanation short.

“What exists down there is a product of our past mistakes. Finding and knowing more about them will only aggravate the sorrow of their hearts. The earth may have our past, but living in the past is surely not good. Let us move forward and make sure that the sacrifices they have made will shed to a better human civilization.”

I walked out from the investigation room full of hope, reformed and ready to forget the past to look for the better future.

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Live Like a Butterfly

Fly high! Fly High!

Span your wings up to the sky

Reach the heavens, touch the moon

Look down to earth, see its doom

Be Colorful! Be Colorful!

Live a life of rainbows

Forget all your sorrows

Paint thy earth’s meadows

Paint it good and Let it Glow!

Live Well! Live Well!

Make the most of each day

Don’t worry and be happy

Accept defeats, but thirst for Victory!

Yes Transform! Yes Transform!

Change, but always for the good

Afraid not be to take new roads

Make thy dreams so broad

Sleep in Peace! Sleep in Peace!

Beauty can be permanent

But in peace one must rest

For life is nothing but a journey

It ends just a smile away

Live Like a Butterfly

Dream Big, Fly High!

Be Colorful, Live Well!

Learn to transform

Get out from your norms

Yes Live! Live like a Buttery

Be Happy and learn to smile

You got to conquer a thousand miles

For in the end, you can beautifully die.

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The Amazing Restaurant Called Life

You can visit it once, but you can never be back!

There was this restaurant named Life. With their glittering plates, sparkling glasses and exquisite service to offer, a lot of people have gone through this small restaurant. Everybody come to this establishment not knowing what will be served to them. And much to the dismay of most costumers, only a few were offered with a good menu. One time a customer visiting this bistro was served with a dish of wealth, a glass of fame and a big bowl of luxury while at the same time someone on the table was a client that isn’t happy to what was served to him. Who would be if the main course is a dish of problems placed in a rusty plate, a small plastic cup with misfortune for the drink, and a salad of thorns for the dessert?

A lot of stories were written about this restaurant, events inside are happening in ways you can’t ever imagine. One time a person was served with victory as an appetizer but the main course was failures. This man was not able to finish his entire meal. He took one of the knives and stabbed his own chest while eating the main course. Funny things are happening in here too. Once, a young lady that was so ambitious was served with the opportunity of eating gold beside this dirty old man if she agrees to marry this man whom she have known just for a day. What was funny was that on the day of their marriage the old man died and the young lady was left with a big chunk of gold. Having eaten too much and thinking that she still have a lot. She kept on sharing this to opportunistic people together with her on the same table. But before she realizes it, she was left with nothing but a small bite of dust. Having no food to eat, she died poor and hungry.

The fact is that every costumer in this restaurant is served with a unique menu. Some are budget meals, others are so expensive, a few are priceless and most are cheap. But everyone is given the chance to change the food they are eating. That is if they are ready to work for it and to fight for it that was served to another costumer. Some consumer even share their food and are generously giving to people who are less privilege and are eating the cheap ones. Another interesting fact, these menus are flexible also. You may be served with a bottle of Joy or another bottle but of sadness the choice is yours. Then again, what is mostly unacceptable is the fact that others are given the good menu without striving for them while some needs to struggle just to eat better food.

As you can see, this restaurant can offer everybody an assortment. The gourmet may be delightful and appealing or it may be the worst and full of bitterness. But it is up to you, if you are willing to eat bad food for the rest of your meal. We can’t avoid the fact that some are given better food while others are given awful menus. Remember one thing, what ever is given to you, be thankful to the chef.

By the way, this article was written by someone who is still eating inside this bistro and everything he has told you is completely true. He was even served not the best menu, just a fine one. Nevertheless, he is satisfied and pleased.

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The Fading of the Ideals of EDSA Revolution

Twenty-five years ago, a huge crowd of people gathered and walked collectively for our nation. Dubbed as the greatest and most gratifying act of the Filipinos, this assembly of individuals from different races of life united for the ultimate goal of ending the supremacy of a dictator was admired by nations around the world.

It was a proof that a common Juan Dela Cruz is not afraid to fight for his freedom. He is not afraid to die. He can even offer his own blood for his ideals. But on that day, he preferred to do it in a less tragic and a more peaceful way. He’s greatest weapon was his faith. He believed that violence is not a solution to oppression. If we want freedom, then let us do it in a manner aligned with our moral values. The people power was a peaceful and bloodless fight for liberty.

The true essence of that revolt was not found on how powerful an individual on that day was but on how majestic is the collective thrust of unity and patriotism of the people. We are a Democratic nation and in eternity it should remain that way. That, I believe, was the primary reason why the EDSA Revolution occurred.

The state of our nation right now is the product of our past. And it is sad that what our countrymen fought in EDSA is starting to fade away. Yes, we are free as a nation, but we are getting oppressed in new ways. The corruption, political dynasties, and the insufficient service of our government among other concerns are slowly obliterating the ideals of our democracy.

Being a democratic country is neither about being able to do what you want, whenever you want it, nor about being able to express your opinion, whenever you wish to speak. It’s like a big podium supported by the pillars of economic stability, peace, prosperity, and good governance. And with one of pillars missing, democracy is not in its ideal state.

I would like to stress out that when people went to EDSA on February 25, 1986, they are not just shouting to end the dictatorship. They went there hoping to correct our rotten system of government. They did not just ask for freedom. The wanted the complete package of a democratic nation.

It is in this that I am asking our so-called public servants to do what they have promised last elections and all of the elections from the past and of the future. We are a free nation. We have the democracy. Give it to us in accordance to its real ideals. Free us from corruption, give us the prosperity we are entitled of, and show us that you are all working for the growth of our nation and not for the growth of your pockets.

The truth is the state of the Philippines right now was not what the people in EDSA have fought for. We are misaligned from the true principles of that revolution. The power of the people has spoken to our government, but only few have listened. I hope that on the coming years under the present administration and of the future leaders of our nation, the problems of our state right now will be mitigated. Let us also do our part as Filipinos. A salute to everyone who participated in EDSA Revolution!

Disclaimer

All parts of this text have been properly assessed and scrutinized for the sole purpose of establishing 100% accuracy. Since the author is not human, achieving more than perfection is always possible. If this situation occur, I have no liabilities over the damage brought by my Awesomeness.

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What is Love?

In this article, I don’t want to be like other authors who ask you things but will then answer them later. I want to share my own perspective on a very interesting thing. I want to extrapolate on the highly discussed concept of love. I will not give you the meaning of love not because it’s undefined. As a matter of fact I dreamed of its real meaning last night, but I forgot to write it down. This is just my personal justification.

In the history the world, love has played a vital role. It has been a principal cause of war. It was able to conquer death. It even made people give-up all they have. Others received hope from love and some were able to exchange their lives just for it. These things aren’t common to every emotion. Love is so unique that it defies the boundary between what is good and what is bad.

I have read definitions of love. Some are completely agreeable; others are sort of fuzzy. If it’s an emotion that comes from the heart, then it must be a product of something. Well science tells us that everything is composed of atoms. Then love maybe is made-up of atoms too, but I hardly think someone is capable of deciphering its chemical structure. Maybe it’s composed of cells because they say that it is alive. But then again, no one can draw the anatomy of love.

Love is an intimate feeling, a thing which can drive anyone crazy, a song that can calm and serenade a ferocious soul.  It’s like an oxymoron, perhaps even a paradox. I experienced love, and I strongly believe everyone has. This feeling is so powerful. It can’t move mountain, as opposed to an old adage, because only earthquakes can. But how will we be able to say that love exists if we can’t completely define it.

A lot of books, including the Bible, Koran, and other holy scriptures talked of love. Literary geniuses from around the world have written things about it to the point that I am sure of the fact that every language has its own word for love. Artists have drawn, sculpted, and built their own interpretation of love. The funny thing is that none of them was able to define it in a logical and concrete manner.

Existing in a sphere called earth, we all are able to encounter and feel love in different degrees. On the context of the acute ones, we tend to hide them in our pockets. The obtuse and reflex ones are extremely shown that sometimes we have to exhort someone to give us an immediate response. But on cases where it is the right one, we are serene, compassionate, devoted and straightforward. Well, if only there is a protractor designed to measure how large angles of love are, I would have purchased one.

On my own discrete opinion, love is not a thing that comes in no expense because it will cause you a lot of resources. I am not trying to refer to the roses, the chocolates and the sparkling rocks on rings engraved with the phrases “I Love You”, “You’re the Only One” or “Sweetheart” but of the things that are less luxurious, albeit more important, like time, laughs, hugs and kisses. All of these and other amazing benefits make love a priceless possession.

I beg to disagree that love is a feeling of absolute happiness. It’s a combination of positive and the negative emotions. We love because we are ready to get hurt. We love because we are willing to sacrifice. Above all, we love because we believe in our hearts. There is no perfect love, only right love. And the moment you have it, you are willing to give everything away just for that one right thing. The truth is that love turns everyone possessing it a selfless individual.

Love exists in different forms: it may shape like a pyramid, a cross or a piece of crumpled paper. This is not because love isn’t well-structured, but because love is a flexible thing. It can be that you love the way she lie, or you love her the way she is or you love her cause you want to go on a bad romance. You can go speechless and breathless with love. Even to the extent that you just need somebody to love in order to live. You want love for a reason, and the reason is love.

So much with these lyrical thoughts, I am completely puzzled right now. It’s too complicated when you want to end an article about something that is unfathomable. Perhaps, I might end up loosening the screws of my brain. But before that happens, I want to tell you that at the very moment of writing this article I am beguiled by ultimate emotion called love.

Let’s spread our love by praising God, respecting our parents, and doing righteous things for the betterment of the world! Happy Valentines Day folks!

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My Own Philosophy

Every good deed has its reward, and every bad one comes with consequences. That’s just how life works. At the end of the day, it’s up to us: will we do what’s right—or at least, what we think is right? We are remembered not just for what we did, but for the impact those actions left behind.

It’s been said that life is a matter of choice. But here’s the twist—we don’t always choose what’s right, we choose what we believe is right. Human nature is strange like that. We all have different preferences, perspectives, and biases. And while we may see things differently, we can’t all be right. There’s one rule that levels the playing field: nobody is perfect. No matter how hard we try or pretend to be, we won’t always make the right call.

Choosing, in my opinion, is one of the most important acts we do every day. But let’s be real—our judgment isn’t always as perfect as we’d like to believe. More often than not, we convince ourselves our choices are flawless, even when deep down, we know they’re far from it. It’s not about being right every time—it’s about how we move forward after the decision is made.

Decision-making is complex. It requires a lot of thought, awareness, and sometimes, a pinch of luck. Even the smartest person on the planet will mess up a decision or two. Sure, we can try to see the bigger picture, but let’s not kid ourselves—none of us have 360° vision. Even birds can’t see what’s directly behind them. The truth? It’s not about whether your decision was perfect, but what you did after making it that really counts.

Take Alfred Nobel, for example—the man behind the Nobel Prize. Ironically, he was also the guy who invented dynamite. When his brother died, a newspaper mistakenly published his obituary. And it wasn’t flattering. They called him “The merchant of death.” Imagine reading your own death notice calling you the world’s deadliest capitalist. That moment shook him to his core. So, he made a decision—one that would change how the world remembers him. He dedicated his fortune to establish the Nobel Prizes. Now, instead of being known for destruction, he’s honored for rewarding peace, science, and progress.

We can’t rewrite the past, but we can decide what we’ll do moving forward. Our legacy may never make the news or be written in history books. But it will be remembered by the people whose lives we touched. And that’s what truly matters.

Every decision has two sides—the good and the bad. The problem is, we often focus on the upside and ignore the consequences. We tell ourselves we’ve made the right choice, then get shocked when things fall apart. Reality has a way of reminding us that even the best decisions come with baggage.

So really, the issue isn’t how we decide, or how right we are—it’s about effectiveness. Life isn’t predictable. Even the most perfect plan can unravel. That’s why we need to be ready to accept the consequences, adapt, and try again.

Honor isn’t about always being right. It’s about how we handle being wrong. That’s the truth we often ignore. Anyone can pretend they’ve got it all figured out. But when things go south, that’s when character shows up.

Our judgment—whether shaped by belief, values, or gut instinct—can never be perfect if we fail to see the full structure of life. Everything comes with variables, trade-offs, and unknowns. That’s why our decisions often don’t work out as cleanly as we hope.

Conflicts usually arise from imperfections—not just in the world, but in ourselves. Sometimes, these faults are invisible until it’s too late. That’s what makes decision-making so tricky—we’re working with incomplete information and unpredictable emotions.

Let’s be honest: we humans are dreamers. Reality doesn’t always taste good, so we sprinkle in a little fantasy to make it go down easier. But that same fantasy often clouds our judgment. We walk around with our eyes open, yet we see nothing—because our minds are too busy imagining something else.

Fear also messes with us. We say we’re thinking logically, but half the time our hearts are screaming louder than our brains. Personally, I can’t separate my heart from my decision-making process. The most powerful decisions don’t come from cold logic—they come from emotion. That’s why emotional maturity matters. You need a steady heart to make clear choices.

And here’s the thing: your decisions aren’t just about you. The real test of a choice is how it affects others. You don’t get to clap for yourself. True recognition comes from the people who felt the impact of your actions.

“What you sow is what you reap.” If you make good decisions and get great results, yes—celebrate it! If a warrior wins, he should be honored. If your decision worked, you deserve the reward. But the best part? That quiet satisfaction in your heart that says, I did the right thing. That’s the real win.

In the end, decision-making isn’t just about choosing what’s right. It’s about choosing what works best—for you, for others, and for the world. It's not about being perfect. It’s about being intentional, aware, and brave enough to live with whatever comes next.

People may not always agree with me—and I’m fine with that. What matters is that my actions reflect my values. Every choice I make is something I take seriously, because I know it shapes who I am.

To wrap it all up: Life can be a journey, a battle, a pilgrimage, or a race. Whichever metaphor you choose, one thing’s the same—you’ve got to finish. Finish strong. Finish with meaning. Finish with choices that made your life, and someone else’s, a little better.

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