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We left the boarding house at around 6:20 AM. And we arrived here in the province at 11:20 AM. Five hours of travel! But at least we arrived safely. The bus ride during NLEX was something I’ve never experienced before in my 8 years of bus travelling. We were very cramped at the middle of the bus alleyway. The way I was standing is not sturdy enough to balance myself against the opposing forces whenever the bus accelerates and suddenly stops. So I have to grab hold to the luggage compartment above. Not to mention how hungry I was since I was not able to take my breakfast. My legs were also shaking from fatigue. But I just diverted my mind in other thoughts so I could endure the travel (like happy thoughts and offering the hardships to God). The NLEX part probably took more than an hour because of the snail pace of the vehicles. It’s Maundy Thursday anyway so everyone is rushing desperately, wanting to go home. Like us.

And as we entered our house, I was told that Sandy (one of our dogs) died. So Chocnat is now the only left from the trio and she is the least of my favorite. On a brighter side, we have a new puppy yet unnamed. She is not as charming as our other dogs who died but maybe that’s just my first expression.

Anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a steaming rice and soup-based viand. We had “ginisang sinigang sa isda” for lunch and “espasol” for merienda and dessert.

It’s good to be home.

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Corregidor is said to be a tadpole-shaped island which lies in a strategic position along the middle of the sea between Bataan and Cavite. And so it played a key role during the World War II. Many soldiers have died in this island, and the Japanese  were buried in one common burial seen at the last photo. The Malinta tunnel is also built here where many historical events took place inside it.

We visited Corregidor last April via ferry ride in Manila. It was a fast tour because we were only allowed a few minutes every place or spot we stopped by. Maybe the whole trip in Corregidor only lasted four hours, including lunch break. But then I think we were also chasing the right time to safely arrive in Manila because the waves are said to be very strong during late afternoon.

Here are some of the pictures my sister have taken. I also took photos but I lost my cellphone so she kindly shared hers. I edited them all.

August 30, 2009

News about the sudden and unexpected death of our dear Ma’am Paz spread out like fire in the internet. At first, I didn’t believe it. It was just a big  joke,  I told myself.  Or maybe I just read it wrongly, it could have been another person. And when I confirmed it, I was completely shocked that I  stared at  my monitor blankly for a few seconds, absorbing the idea of her death.

Many cried right after they heard it. But I didn’t. I just could not believe it. Or maybe I just could not accept it. As long as I have not seen her body, I would still believe that she’s still there.

And when I attended the wake, I saw her pale body lying still inside the coffin. She couldn’t be the lady inside, I thought. She would always do her makeup lightly, compared to the heavy makeup applied on her face now.

Only then I realized and accepted the painful truth during the mass, when her mother elaborated how she became her strength and how this strength suddenly disappeared. I didn’t know she lived in such a hard and difficult life, from a poor family living in a squatter’s house. She always smiled for us; she always wore cute and adorable fashion; she always taught us with eagerness about World History; and she always told us lots of her corny jokes And this seemingly cheerful and fun-loving person was suddenly gone now, and forever.

Her loss gave us a meaningful lesson. Life is short; we should live it to the fullest, touching others’ lives and doing each of our own Personal Legend. In case of Ma’am Paz, I’m sure she made quite a beautiful legend.

I’m pretty sure she found her sweet paradise in heaven and in comfort together with God Almighty. I wish her a blissful eternity. Goodbye and thank you, Ma’am Paz.

And so I’d like to share this meaningful quote from Chrono Cross.

What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
from deep within the flow of time…

But, for the certainty, back then,
we loved so many, yet hated so much,
we hurt others and we hurt ourselves…

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
whilst our laughter echoed,
under the cerulean skies…

Thus the curtain closes on another tale.

An eternity has passed…
Fleeting dreams fade into the distance…
All that is left now
is me and my memories…

But i’m sure we’ll meet again,
someday, you and i…
Another place, another time.

It’s just that we might not realise
that you are you and i am me…

Let us open the door to the great unknown,
come across another reality,
and live another today…
Even when the story has been told,
life goes on…

Until we meet again,
take care of yourself, my friend…