Mah boys… (at Calle Crisologo | Vigan Heritage Village)
Reaching the Target
“no matter what? we will never give up in our journey together… and its a promise…”
The Belief That You Can Do It and more importantly, That You Will! You must choose one goal and commit to it’s achievement. It seems that this is always the starting point isn’t it?
A couple of days ago, my girl friend and i decided to go for a ride on our bikes. As we go along we came across an intersection. We thought for a while if we go left or we go right. Since there was a big sign board saying “This Way to Seniora Falls”, we took the road going to the water falls. Though we are unfamiliar of the road and it is our first time to go mountain biking, we took the challenge and set our minds of reaching the falls whatever the circumstances it will bring us. As best buddies and as best of friends, we took the road because we knew we have each other. Besides, it was always our promise for each other that no matter what will happen all our goals that we have set we will reach them proudly. Because we are 100% committed, after 4 hours of biking and mountain tracking with lots of stop overs, rests, picture taking and tree climbing, we finally reached our target with hungry stomach! We both feel great and fulfilled when we reached the top! The place was so cool! The water falls is amazingly beautiful! We never knew that there is an awesome hotel and restaurant on that mountain and in that deserted place!
“The greater your desire to achieve a particular goal, the greater your chance of achieving it.”
Just a Talk
Short story by Welcy.(year 2009)
Friday afternoon, the usual end of the week office meeting. I took a bus. It was a seven-hour ride from my province. I put on my earphone and begun listening to the list of songs in my iPod.
After a few hours, the bus stopped and a middle-aged woman hopped in. She sat beside me. Not noticing the earphone, she begins a conversation. She asked me the place to where am going. I told her am going to report for work. The woman is heading south to visit her youngest daughter who is studying in the city. As she talked about her daughter, I can see the excitement on her face. She hasn’t seen her daughter for a couple of months now. Suddenly, the bus conductor approached her. Hand her the bus ticket. She paid him her fare and went back to me to continue the conversation. We exchange stories until the woman got off the bus.
The bus had its second stop. And a man came in his military haircut. He was about my age. Since the seat beside me was vacant, he asked me if it was taken. He called me “madam” as a courtesy. I told him “no, there’s no one sitting beside me.” A minute later he started a conversation by merely introducing himself while addressing me “madam”. As we exchange talks, I came to learn that he was a man in uniform and according to him he has an undercover assignment nearby. Without paying much attention to this stranger beside me, I was shocked when he started sharing a little information about his married life. His wife left him to work abroad a few months after their wedding. It was a hard time for him because his wife chose her career rather than staying with him and their four-month old daughter. He even told me how lonely he is. I thought, well, hell yeah! It is just another guy’s story. A couple of hours later the man reached his destination. And before he got off the bus, he handed his calling card. At the back of my mind, I thought, he can’t get over me, yeah! And I just noticed, suddenly I can’t stop giggling.
The bus went through and finally I reached my destination. I got off the bus, grabbed a dinner near the bus station, and called a cab. I checked in the usual cheap hotel for the night.
Inside my room, I felt the urge of lighting a cigarette before calling it a night. I decided to smoke in the hotel’s lobby. The woman in the front desk noticed me and came to join. She asked for a light and lit her stick. “Yes, I smoke,” she uttered, “to keep me awake the whole night and to overcome boredom, too”. I agreed to her feelings, for some reasons I feel the same way sometimes. After a while she asked me if I am a regular customer. I said “yes”. “Work?” she asked again. I answered “yeah”. “It must be hard” she continued. “Yes, but am used to it,” I said. “My job, too, is tough but I have to do this for my father’s medication”, the 24-year old woman confessed. For that short minute talk with her, I came to learn that she works in the hotel during the night. She also helps her mother in their restaurant during the day for the family’s expenses and for her sick father’s hospital bills.
As I put my weary eyes and tired body to rest, I thought of the few people I have met during that day. Each person had their own concerns and hardships in life including myself, of course. But despite of those, I can see that each of them is hanging tightly to their own rope. They don’t stopped living and they don’t give up despite of everything. Hardships in life make them stronger as they live their daily life.
The Special Guys of my Life
“The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost”.
I recently lost one of the special guys in my life. I never expected that time would come. I was so down and devastated but when i think of the two other guys God left me with, i come to realize that i still have two more. I still have the father of my son and our one and only prince. Though am missing my Daddy so much, the “King” and the “Prince” is still there to fill my love tank. They are my best friends, my boyfriends and my “kuyas”. No one can take away the happiness that am feeling whenever am seeing them together. I never thought God will give me two beautiful guys in my life. They are so special to me.
This pic was taken recently at the city (Krispy Kreme, Ayala, Makati)…June 8,2012
By: Welcy (written: 2006)
It is another long lonely night. Eight o’clock in the evening. I am sitting in front of a television as I watch some silly, boring soap opera. I am not even paying much attention as I wonder where I would spend the rest of the night again.
I have been to the same bars almost every night. Hanging out with the same bunch of not so special friends where I would spend all my five peso coins in my pocket and sing every song that is in the list. Listening to some folk music. Watching stand-up comedians perform their most corny jokes while people laugh their heart out, as if they are living in a perfect world where problems do not exist. Going to several disco bars where I would dance with some party friends to a fast beat or dance with a stranger to a slow beat under a funky, techno lights. Dosing off with different liquors like cocktail, brandy, vodka, tequila, beer, name it and I can drink it until the last drop. Getting high with the most expensive cigar on earth. Just a night of partying with the same not so close friends.
And now, I stand in front of a child tucked soundly in his bed. As I look at his angelic face, my tears just come down off my cheeks. I come to my senses now as the voice behind my conscience starts reminding me the things that I should be.
I should have been playing the right role to this sweet, innocent child instead of hanging around with not so important people. I should be the one to attend to his needs instead of attending to somebody else’s personal needs. I should be the one preparing his milk, scratching his back and singing lullaby when he sleeps instead of me singing in cheap videoke bars. I should be the first one he sees when he gets up in the morning and carries him while he cries about some horrible, bad dreams instead of getting up beside a drunk stranger. All those things come to my senses now.
For the past few days I forgot that I am a mother. I forgot that I was the one who carried this child in my womb for nine months. I was the one who labored and gave birth to this sweet, handsome child. Besides, motherhood should not stop here. It should only be the beginning.
I feel so small now for not always staying the rest of the night beside my son. I am ashamed of myself for not being a responsible mother. I am so sad for being with the wrong people when my son most needed me.
I was the world’s worst mother. But now, I thank the Lord for bringing me back into reality. The real essence of being a mother…
Hello world…Am going to start blogging here in the hospital. It is my prince Wilzen’s unlucky week. It is also a very tragic 2nd quarter for our family. Indeed a very melancholy occasion because it is my first time to see my one and only son spending his summer break in a hospital bed just right after my daddy’s burial.
Sometimes life is so unfair. But despite of all these trials, i believe that every single thing in this world happens for a reason. Those are only challenges that we have to take positively and tests that we have to surpass no matter what. Though things right now are a little bit tough, giving up is not in my vocabulary. My mom and my son needs me. Not this time. I will do everything that i can to pass this test. And i know i am not alone because God is with me all the time and i believe that He will carry my burdens as i walk along the path of life. “Sagot ako ni Lord!”
I can say that this year is a huge turning point of my life. A lot of unexpected things happened and it is so devastating if you will look into it unfavorably. But for me, pessimism is not my kind of thing. I will rise up everytime that i stumble down. I am a strong person and i just don’t give up easily. As long as there is life, there is hope. I will fight untill my last breath just like my daddy. He fought for his life from satan’s wrath until God won his soul after all.
I can still remember how my daddy suffered in that deadly disease. How he was in pain. How my heart is breaking everytime he calls my name and complain about his hard breathing. How my tears came down when i saw his last breath. Life is ironic because today i can’t help but cry as i see my baby lying on a hospital bed. My heart is breaking as i see him cry so hard everytime the nurses come to check on him. It saddens me a lot because i can clearly remember the last days of my daddy in that 4 walled room. My son’s situation now is almost the same as my daddy’s a couple of weeks ago.
Well, life will not just simply end here. Not like this. I know behind this dark moments of my life a bright future is there waiting for me. Just believe in the miracles of prayers and everything will be alright. All is well!