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Bakit parating mali ang sagot ko tuwing tinatanong ako kung ilang taon na ako?  Magpa-hanggang ngayon ay hinahanapan ko ito ng paliwanag…

Hindi ba’t isang kapangyarihan ang pagtigil ng pagtanda? Kay inam maging bata at maraming nagagawa. Malaya.  Ngunit may limitasyon—ang pagiging responsable.

Marahil nga’y nagpapabata ako; pilit na itinatago ang edad kahit halata rin naman. Maraming gustong gawin. Pilit pinagkakasya ang mga oras ng paggawa sa isang araw.  Hanggang sa abot ng makakaya.  Hanggang sa kayang sagarin.

Sapol ako sa sinabi ni Mang Ernesto kay Rogelio:

“Hindi kulang ang kapangyarihan ng tao. Tayo ang kalabisan. Ilusyon. Xxx”

Tungkulin mong tumulong sa kapwa dahil may kakayahan ka at gusto mong tumulong. Pero wag mo kakalimutan na hindi mo mababago ang mundo at hindi mo maililigtas lahat ng tao.  Hindi ikaw ang unang nagtangka… hindi ikaw ang magiging huli… hindi ka solusyon. Pero hindi dahilan yon para mawalan ka ng pag-asa at tumigil sa pagbibigay nito.

“Gawin mo ang tingin mong nararapat bilang tagapagligtas, pero wag mong pababayaan ang sarili mo bilang anak ko.”

“Maging bayani ka ng sarili mong buhay.”

(Ong, Bob. Kapitan Sino. Pasay City: Visprint, 2009.)

Katuwang ang mga nahalal na tagapaglingkod ng ating bansa, marapat lamang na gawin natin ang ating mga tungkulin. Kanya-kanyang parte, sama-sama, kapag pinagbuklod ay magiging isang buo.

“Xxx Si ‘Ging-ging’.  Hinabol nya si Bok-bok na kilala niyang kaibigan ni Rogelio at tinanong habang nagpupunas ng luha.

‘Kuya! Kuya! Mag-aayos ka rin ba ng mga sira?’

Nginitian siya ni Bok-bok. ‘Kung ano ang kaya ko.’

Kumislap ang mga mata ng bata sa tuwa. ‘Ako rin!’ At iniunat nito ang mga kamay na parang lumilipad na ibong habang tumatakbo papunta sa iba pang bata.”

(Ong, Bob. Kapitan Sino. Pasay City: Visprint, 2009.)

Ako si Taribong, 34. Pilipino. At mahal ko ang Pilipinas.

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gas pt. 3

‘taragis! (maglagay ng karagdagang mura dito)

Katulad ng nakagawian, nagbabasa ako ng blogs mula sa aking cp habang nakasakay sa MRT papasok sa trabaho.  Ayos sana ang lahat nang mapansin ko ang mamang nakaupo sa tapat ko na biglang itinapat ang kanyang matatabang hinlalaki at hinlalato sa dalawang malalaking butas ng kanyang ilong.  Halos kaalinsabay nun, ang pagsingaw ng nakakabulahaw na amoy!

Nakakasulasok ang sobrang baho. Parang galing sa septic tank. Nagtakip ako ng ilong para hindi ako makalanghap. Tumingala rin ako sa air vent sa tapat ko para ang malakas na buga ng malamig na hangin mula rito ay makatulong para hindi ko maamoy ang baho ng pinasabog na lagim.

Nagbukas ang MRT sa Ayala station at daling tumalilis ang babaeng nakaupo sa dulo ng upuan sa harap ko. Hindi kaya siya ang salarin? Siya lang ang bumaba sa banda namin. Mas marami ang bumaba sa mga ibang bahagi ng tren.

Pinalibot ko ang aking paningin sa paligid.  Hindi kaya itong mamang napapanot dahil siya ang unang nagtakip ng ilong? O itong katabi niya na may tatlong malalaking warts sa kanang balikat, nakakunot-nuo at nakatingin pakaliwa sa dinadaanan ng tren?  Di naman kaya itong pangatlong mama na naka-blue cap na ang katawan ay nakabaluktot papunta sa kaliwa?  O itong mamang nakaputing barong na ang mukha ay nakatutok sa buhok ng babaing katabi?  Mahaba ang buhok nung babae, nakasandal sa upuan, nakapikit ang mga mata, matangos ang ilong at  maganda ang mga labi.  Maganda ang hubog ng kanyang dibdib. Ah ako na lang sana ang nasa tabi niya at sinasamyo ang kanyang mabangong buhok. 😀 Napalinga ako sa babaeng nasa tabi ko, hindi maipinta ang kanyang mukha at nakatagilid pakanan, halatang naiinis, hindi na rin siguro niya makayanan ang humihinang alingasaw.

Matagal bago tuluyang nawala ang amoy.  Sa pagbukas ng tren sa Magallanes ay naghanda ako sa paglabas.  Nagtayuan ang lahat ng mga nakaupo at naunang lumabas sa akin.

Hindi ko pa rin alam kung sino sa mga nakasakay ko ang walanghiyang nagpalabas ng hindi kanais-nais na amoy.  Ang naisip ko lang ay ang bagong post ni jasonhamster.  Kung sino man ang salarin, sana ay tubuan siya ng halaman sa loob ng kanyang sikmura at bituka.  At least, makakatulong siya sa kapaligiran at magiging masigla ang oxygen-carbon dioxide cycle kahit man lang sa loob ng kanyang tiyan.

gas: the sequel

Please bear with the author’s state of gaseousness for this sequel:

(You don’t need to go through the trouble of reading this post, you may just proceed to the last paragraph below.  Thanks and have a good day!)

The manufacture of soda or cola may involve the following chemical process:

C +   O2 +   H2O  + L +   A —>  CO2 +     AH2 +  L  +  H2O

where  C +   O2 = carbon and oxygen gas (and/or carbonates?)

H2O       = water

L         = labor of love (at lahat nang kailangan sa paggawa)

A         = additives (at iba pang mga sekretong sangkap)

C + 2O2 + L + 2A + 4H2 —->  CO2↑ +   2AH2 + L  +  2H2O

C + 2O2 + L + 2A + 4H2 —>  CO2↑ + OOHH   +  L  + AAHH

Haha no wonder sodas have sparkling bubbles (CO2), a very distinct taste (L = lasa?) and evokes satisfaction (oohhs and aahhs). 😀

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Question: Why is it that COMELEC had complete trust in Smartmatic TIM to successfully carry out the May 10, 2010 automated elections?

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Answer: Because COMELEC knows how Smartmatic works.  After all, it’s about COMmunications and ELECtronics. 😀

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Isang pagpugay sa mga nagsilbi at nagtaguyod ng isang matiwasay na halalan, lalo na sa mga kasapi ng Board of Election Inspectors (BEI).  Mabuhay ang botanteng Pinoy!!!

gas

POOOPT!!

There was a loud popping sound as I twisted open the cap of the bottle of mineral water inside my bag. I was very much surprised about the sound, especially because I was then watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation on Channel 23 and I was alone in the house. Could it be that the bottled water contained impurities? Could it be that water bottling stations are not safe?

Then I remembered, I finished off the water contained in the bottle last Thursday and when I was about to go home by 7 pm, I replaced its contents with the last remaining 200 ml of Sprite which we had during our office meeting. It has been three days and I forgot all about it until now. The popping sound proved the carbon dioxide or spirits of the soda were still intact, and so I drank the liquid from the bottle. Interestingly, the liquid was warm but still had the taste of pale softdrink.

After putting back its cap, I then put the plastic bottle down and continued to watch television. But when I looked back at the plastic bottle, it was swaying. Could it be that a genie was inside the plastic bottle? Pardon me, LMS (last movie syndrome) I suppose as I have watched Alladin with my nephews and nieces last Monday.

I reached at the nearby electric fan and pressed the 0 button to put it off. With the air not circulating in the room, I began to feel the warmth of the cement floor. The plastic bottle was slightly tilted to one side, and so I picked it up.

I carefully studied the plastic bottle: the previously-depressed base was now rounder and protruding which caused it to become unsteady and tilt to one side; the bottle itself has become plump, and the curves were not prominent anymore unlike before.

I reset the electric fan to speed number 2 and went back to watching television. But then I thought, what if there was a real genie in the bottle? (And I swallowed it???) What would have I wished for?

As I was thinking about what my wishes would have been, Grissom was being encouraged to talk more about his dog which he thinks might be reflecting his (Grissom’s) mood. It’s mother’s day and I was thinking about my own mother for the past few days (weeks or months even)… I really miss her, and so does my family! (I just hope I could be more open about it as Grissom’s character is being encouraged to.)

Now about the wishes, I wished every mother feel the love of their children and their family even for just one hour, that would not be asking too much, isn’t it? My second wish is for tomorrow (May 10, 2010), we would have an honest, orderly and peaceful election. The third wish would be for the elected government officials to be able to lead our nation to progress, to alleviate poverty and promote justice and lasting peace.

Then suddenly I realized I had no wish for myself… I thought maybe I could just fuse the second and third wish into Wish No. 2 and have the third wish for myself. Hmmm….

Haha, what was I thinking? Maybe, the remaining gas from the stale softdrink had just kicked in. So, I went back to watching how the CSI detectives were able to catch the serial killer who models his victims into art pieces. Meantime, I would be keeping the plastic bottle for now; perhaps as an evidence for this post. Or maybe as an art piece?

lusaw (post-earth day post(?))

(Babala: Puro kabulastugan at walang mapupulot na aral sa mga talata sa post na ito. Kaya, para hindi masayang ang oras o panahon, ang mambabasa ay pinapayuhang basahin na lamang ang P.S. (panghuling salita) sa dulong bahagi ng post. Salamat po.)

P4,097.64! Yan ang katumbas ng aking pamamalagi sa Space Lab sa loob ng isang buwan pagkatapos nilang ikaltas ang sampung bahagdang buwis para sa kaban ng pamahalaan. Puwede nang pagtiyagaan haha. Dahil walang available na space vessels, ako’y nag-commute na lang mula roon.

Pupunta na ako ng meeting sa Podium ngunit wala akong masakyang taxi. Minabuti kong sumakay ng MRT hanggang Shaw Boulevard upang makaiwas sa traffic, at doon na lang mag-abang ng taxi. Ngunit laking pagkakamali ko, matagal akong nag-abang at naikot ko na ang EDSA Central Pavilion ngunit wala akong makuhang taxi. Nagpasya na lang akong sumakay ng bus at bumaba ng SM Megamall. (Sana sa MRT Ortigas na lang talaga ako bumaba!)

Lakad-takbo akong pumunta sa aming meeting sa kliyente. Tumatagaktak na ang aking pawis sa pagmamadali at sa sobrang init dulot ng tindi ng sikat ng araw.

Humahangos at pawisan akong dumating sa meeting kung kaya labis ang aking paghingi ng paumahin sa aking mga ka-meeting. Pagkalapag ko pa lamang ng aking mga dalang papel ay nagsabi na akong “I am very sorry for being late. Please excuse me for a while because I really need to go to the bathroom…” Nakangiti akong binati ng aking mga ka-meeting sabay turo sa akin na nasa second floor ang restroom.

Naghilamos at naghugas ako ng kamay, pinatuyo ang tumatagaktak na pawis sa katawan. Inamoy at pinakiramdaman ang sarili, sana may bisa pa ang aking pabango at ang aking deodorant katulad sa mga palatastas sa telebisyon. Sana ay tumalab pa rin ang mga bisa nito upang takpan ang amoy-pawis at amoy-araw. Medyo nahihiya na talaga akong pumunta pa sa meeting...

Pagkabalik ko sa mesa ng aming meeting, half-puwet ang aking pag-upo sa dulo ng upuan, upang maski papano ay hindi ako maabot ng kanilang olfactory senses. Inasam ko na matapos na agad ang meeting; kaya nung pinag-order ako ng makakain at maiinom, isang malamig na Coke na lang ang aking hiningi at nung i-offer sa akin ang pangalawang pandesal ni Pareng Pons ay kinuha ko na rin ito. (Para matapos na agad ang kasaysayan nito haha!)

Buti na lang nauna doon si Ms. Jo, ang isa aking mga boss sa opisina, at siya na ang kumausap sa mga kliyente. Limang limang araw na kaming hindi nagkikita ni Ms. Jo sa office. Gumaganda siya dahil may inspirasyon. Haha! Ang pag-ibig nga naman talaga!

Nang nasipat namin ang pagdating ng isa pang kliyente ay tinapos na ni Ms. Jo ang meeting at lumipat kami sa kabilang coffee and deli shop. Hindi na rin namin pinatagal ang sumunod na meeting at pagkatapos naming pagsaluhan ang premiere clubhouse sandwich at ubusin ang aming kani-kanyang inumin ay nagpaalam na kami sa bawat isa.

Sobrang saya ko dahil makakapaggala ako maski papano sa Megamall at maaga akong makakauwi, hindi katulad ng mga nagdaang araw o buwan na gabi o dis-oras na ng gabi o madaling-araw na ako umuuwi hehehe.

Ang sarap ng pakiramdam na pagkagaling sa initan ay papasok sa malamig na lugar. Ninamnam ko ang pagbabago ng temperatura ng aking katawan at ang aking paligid.

Mula sa ground floor ay bumaba ako sa basement level. Maganda ang musikang pinatutugtog; may mall tour pala ang The Company sa kanilang bagong album at tinatapos na nila ang huling tatlong tao na nakapila para sa CD (album) signing, kodakan, kumustahan atbp. Pagkaraan ng ilang saglit na panonood at pakikinig, pumunta ako ng comfort room at umuwi na.

Sa aking paglabas ng mall papunta ng MRT station, naramdaman ko na naman ang init.

Sobrang init talaga ng panahon. Malala na talaga ang global warming. Tsk… tsk… tsk… Sa tindi nga ng init, nalulusaw na ang ice glaciers sa ibang bansa. Pati ang ice skating rink sa megamall, wala na. Nalusaw na rin siguro, ‘no? (hehehe)

Hmmm…. makapag-ice cream nga mamaya…

(P.S. Para maibsan ang dinaranas na sobrang init sa katawan, maari kang tumawag sa toll free number 1-800- wildsex, inaanyayahan ko kayong dumalaw sa blog-hay ni Tats a.k.a.  superlolongpinoy upang makibahagi sa pagsugpo sa lumalaganap na global warming at masagip ang pagkawasak ng Inang Kalikasan. Maraming Salamat at hanggang sa muli. :D)

earth hour

Last Saturday, I went to buy a broadsheet to bide my time. The couple selling newspapers, Mang King and Aling Rea, greeted me with their wide smiles. The national dailies and local tabloids were neatly arranged on a piece of plywood on top of an old, unsteady table at the corner of the street. When I got my copy of the Inquirer, I handed to Aling Rea my twenty-peso bill and then slightly waved to her, a handsignal I made to mean that I want her to keep my change. Aling Rea understood and she smiled showing her sturdy but wide-spaced teeth.

I was about to leave when Mang King asked me, “Ilang taon ka na, Bong?”

“32 po” was my immediate reply but soon realized that I had turned 32 two years back.

“Ah, kasing-edad mo lang pala yung pangatlo kong anak,” Mang King said as he began to nibble on his pandesal. He looked at his wife and gave her the other pandesal from a small paper bag which he later crumpled and dropped to his right foot.

Before Aling Rea took a bite on her pandesal, she asked, “Wala ka pang asawa, Bong?”

“Wala pa po.” I answered back, shaking my head.

Aling Rea hastily replied, “Katulad din ng mga anak namin. Matatanda na, ayaw pa magsipag-asawa…”

I mustered an even bigger smile as I headed back to our third-floor apartment. Thoughts came rushing in: perhaps their children fear the responsibility of having families of their own; perhaps their children fear that they won’t be able to provide and make ends meet for their own families, perhaps they fear that they’d end up to where Mang King and Aling Rea are now; and perhaps, all’s well with them, too.

Then my focus drifted to the news feature “Earth Hour: Black Saturday comes one week early”. If only I could have a date before the clock strikes 8:30 tonight for the earth hour, that would be magnificent… And it would be fabulously phenomenal to spend the earth hour with the girl of my dreams. Wishful thinking indeed!

Shrouded by the darkness of my neighborhood, the earth hour passed… into the rest of the night… and the next day…

After attending Sunday mass, I was not able to see Mang King and Aling Rea at the streetcorner where they usually are until 9:00 o’clock in the morning. I thought they may have sold their newspapers fast and that’s a very good thing for them.

Last night, on my way home from my friend’s birthday party, there were several people talking along the street, a nearby house was lighted with an upright tent/canopy fronting it. But I did not mind it.

Early today, I did not see Mang King and Aling Rea selling newspapers. And I wondered. It was Pepe, the buco vendor, who broke the news to me: Mang King already passed away.

I decided to drop by Mang King’s place before going to the office. As I was coming, Aling Rea came to meet me and I hurriedly expressed my condolences and handed to her what I could share. Unable to say a word, she was hiding her sorrow and was obviously tired and weary.

Atop a pedestal overlooking the street where Mang King sold his newspapers daily, Mang King’s coffin was surrounded by wreaths and flower arrangements given by politicians running for office in the upcoming elections. I wondered if they really knew Mang King, who I also did not recognize at first, as he was now clean shaven and clad in barong. I said a little prayer for Mang King, and also for his loved ones.

Then, one of Mang King’s sons approached me, saying “Wala na po yung kaibigan ninyo…” I simply bowed my head in silence and relayed my condolences to him, then to Aling Rea and to the lady gently rocking her baby to sleep among the chairs reserved for guests.

Mang King has gone when the lights were off. There will be no more earth hours for Mang King. The moments and minutes I had with Mang King easily add up to more than an earth hour. And that to me is what really matters for now.

fire

Life is a battle and we just have to keep on fighting.

The last scenes of The Hurt Locker (spoiler alert!) create a disturbing realization by Jeremy Renner’s character of how he looks at life after he came to face impending death in the line of duty.  He tried his best but could not save an Iraqi who was strapped with bombs secured by several locks. He was sorry he could only do so much. That made him go back home and start a quiet, laid-back life with his family. Then came the grocery store scene, showing him alone and confused among the shelves of rows and rows of oatmeals and cereals; that scene stirs the audience’s mind towards the movie’s end which reveals the lead character’s decision to again leave his beloved family behind and return to Iraq.  For me, the film’s last scenes stole the Oscars from the blockbuster Avatar bigtime.

Indeed, fiction presents fact.  There are trials that we have to face, day in and day out. Each of us is confronted with problems in various sizes.  We need to seek the solutions for them, we create strategies to hurdle and overcome them.  We cannot remain complacent to where we are.  But up to what extent? Do we risk life and limb to solve them? Would achieving our goals worth all the risks involved?

New assignments, previously set appointments and pending works cram my schedule.  But the challenge to remain effective and provide satisfactory work for the client remains high. This is my work; this is my life.  Seven years into my chosen profession, there are a lot of downfalls and there are still a lot of uphill climbs.    But no matter what, I long to see the rainbow after the storm, the sun past dark clouds and the majesty of the pouring rain after a scorching day. Thank God for the strength and daily provisions that keep me going.

The other night, my good friend Felmar sent this SMS message:

“Trials in life are blessings in disguise because they force us to face our weaknesses and fears.  Above all, they unleash hidden strengths we never know we had.+”

The text came as an awesome surprise as I was on my way home, uneasy about the next day’s meeting, a meeting which I dreaded for weeks because the circumstances seemed against me despite having made painstaking efforts to work things out.  I then promptly replied:

“Thanks, pads. I’ve got something to hold onto as I face another challenge tomorrow.  We can surpass life’s difficulties because God is our deliverer. Pabugso-bugso na rin po ang ulan dito hehehe. Magandang gabi po.”

With that, I went to sleep for more than a couple of hours, barely enough to relieve my weary body of exhaustion and gain renewed vigor (with the help of some energy drink composed of taurine, caffeine and ginseng in a 350 ml. bottle).  Thereafter, hell may break loose but my artillery is ready.

Lito

(Warning:  The following article is long and melodramatic.   If you got  the time, please continue reading.  However,  the theme may not be suitable for young audiences;  and adult  supervision is recommended.  Any similarity of events and  characters to real life is purely coincidental and not intended. Nonetheless, your views and insights to the story at the comment section would be greatly appreciated.  Thanks. -Taribong)

It’s  past   three   o’clock in the morning and i barely had sleep.  My whole body ached from the beating i had.   My right foot is swollen and it really hurts.  Pain overwhelmed me but the pain inside had been worse.

My wife lay fast asleep  beside me.   Her arms wrapped around my neck and her gentle snore filled our room engulfed  in darkness,  the only light came from the red dot of the television set on standby mode.

The past day had been frantic.  I just wanted it to pass and let it be just one damned normal day.  But,  the experience was indeed liberating.

For  almost  eight months, I have kept secret that one fateful afternoon i gave in to temptation with my sister-in-law’s  househelp in Cavite.  I knew Mariel had the hots for me;   I did not care at all and just shrugged it off.  My brother’s  widow  Elena had asked me to do their plumbing because their regular maintenance guy has gone abroad; i dutifully obliged.  Elena was  still  in the office, and my nephews  and nieces were all  in  school when i arrived;  only Mariel was  at home.

After i had accomplished my task,  i took off my shirt and used it to dry the dripping sweat from my body.   Then Mariel  suddenly embraced me and kissed me on the lips.   She was aggressive and dragged me to her room near the kitchen.   I reciprocated her advances.   I was careful not to explode inside her but she locked  her legs with mine.  The intensity of the moment prevented me from  pulling back and then it was too late.

Nobody knew of the incident except Mariel and me.  Tony,  Mariel’s husband, was off to Romblon for work  and had been away for two months when the incident happened.  It was only two weeks after that incident that Tony returned home.

Six weeks  passed  when i received news from Mariel  that she  is pregnant  with my baby.   Abortion was an option, but we were able to regain our composure and decided that Mariel proceed with her pregnancy.  Our tryst was repeated on three occasions while Tony was away, and Elena and her kids were also out of the house.  When Tony knew about Mariel’s pregnancy, he disowned the child in her womb; and he distanced himself from Mariel.

There was a time that i have been longing so hard for Mariel and i could not take her off my mind.  At one time,  I thought of leaving my family.   I felt Mariel loved me more than my wife Zeny did.    The love and  care  and carresses  that  Mariel showed me  only magnified Zeny’s inadequacies.  It seemed Zeny’s  affection lacked  fire,  her  flaws  were increasing  and  i was falling into the labyrinth of sin.

My wife had also complained about my indifference towards her at times,  i had argued with her and had belatedly told  her not to mind because it was just stress.    My close friends at the office also noticed changes in my behavior and i had to confide to them, if only to ease the burden on my shoulders,  and  pleaded   with them to keep it a secret as well.  I was able to save  extra income for Mariel’s   prenatal  check-ups and was also able to purchase baby’s  clothing and  feeding utensils.

Seven weeks before due date,  Mariel gave birth to a baby girl.  It was my father (who also lived in their neighborhood) who brought Mariel to the hospital.  When my father saw the child, he sensed something but never confronted Mariel.  After i learned  Mariel’s delivery,  i hurriedly excused myself from the office to  see her and the baby.   When i got there, i got some scolding from my father and i eventually admitted to the deed.  He advised me to take care of the child and face the consequences.

As  the day passed,  the tension grew and my burden became heavier.  The  newborn needed to stay at the  ICU.   The expenses were growing by the hour for the rental of the incubator.  I could not be with Mariel or the baby,  and i feared i would not be able to sustain their needs any longer.   Besides,  my work at the office is badly affected. My attention was divided by my worries. Worse,  my acts would not be a secret any more.

The following day was my birthday and i celebrated it without fanfare.   My family noticed that i was not my usual self but i just told them to just let it pass.  I had a terrible headache and was  thinking about my newborn child,  Mariel,  my family,  my Zeny, my kids.  What if Zeny found out?   Would my kids be able to accept their newborn half-sister?  My mind was in circus and i had to seek solace from the advices of my friends no matter how irritated they may have already been with me.  The best advice they had for me was  to confide everything to my wife and bravely face the consequences.  They warned it would be hard but then i must.  After all,  the truth would set me free.

Yesterday, i had my breakfast and was about to leave for office but i know i would not be able to work well for the day.  I decided to stay put.  My two kids have gone to school and only the third one was left behind.  I asked him to  go play outside as Mommy and i have to talk about something important.

After my son left, i approached Zeny and told her i have something to tell her and that i was asking her forgiveness for the sin i have committed, that i was very sorry for  what i had done and that i would  never do it again.

Zeny said she already sensed something was wrong even before i opened my mouth and immediately asked if it was Mariel.   I answered  yes and  Zeny became  angry and a barrage of questions came by.   She became furious.  She was crying and screaming at the top  of  her voice.   She was scolding,  berating me why i had done her wrong.   I also began to cry. I calmly and humbly told her everything she wanted to know.

Question after question  the blows came, one after another, and I took them all.  And wow,  they really hurt.  On the face, on the neck, at the chest, at my arms, at my back.   Zeny hit me hard: open-fisted, close-fisted.   She pinched, she punched,  she kicked.  I could only embrace her but she struggled.  I could not fight back, I could only parry her blows.  Then she got the big tape dispenser on top of our children’s  cabinet and  threw it at me.  It fell on my right foot and the sharp edge  struck near my big toe.  Blood  spilled from  the wound but i could not complain.  I know it was  my fault.

When my wife was tired  from the beating she threw at me,  she tried to  compose  herself  and went to the telephone.   She had  a very long conversation with her best friend who it turned out also had a similar experience with her husband.   They talked for three hours.   I could only stay seated at my seat at the dining table,  faced down.  When my son came back,  i prepared  his meal and prepared him for school.

The telephone conversation pacified Zeny.  After  she put the handset down, i approached her and hugged her.   I told her, I was very sorry and assured her,  i would never do it again. She embraced me back and i kissed her passionately.  Reluctant at first, Zeny eventually gave in and kissed me in return.  What transpired next was the best sex we’ve  ever had.   We were exhausted and after a brief  rest,  we  hurried to a nearby carinderia where we each finished double meals in record time.   By then, I knew everything will  be okay.

Last  night,  as  we  lay on our bed,   my wife again started to question me and asked for details of the affair.  I told her i have already told her the truth.   Tears were again falling on our cheeks.   We slept crying in each other’s  arms.

I awoke in the middle of the night and could not get back to sleep.  I was staring at the darkness of our room.  The memory of all that happened were flashing back to  me.   I was thinking about what i have done to Mariel, my newborn, my Zeny, my kids, my family.  I could hear the beating of my heart.  It beats for my family.  It beats for Zeny.

I heard the rooster crow from the house of  our neighbor Mang Utoy.   Slowly, light crept into the room.  A  new day has begun.

sulit

Paano ba maghanda sa pagsusulit?  Inuulit mo bang basahin ang bawat pahina ng iyong kuwaderno at aklat?  Araw-araw  mo ba itong ginagawa o sa kinagabihan lang bago ang araw ng exam?

Binabalikan mo na lang ba ang iyong aralin at pinagtutuonan ng pansin ang mga puntong hindi mo pa gamay o kailangan pang intindihing maigi?

Tuwing kukuha ka ba ng pagsusulit ay parating lumalabas ang iyong pinag-aralan?   O mas madalas na wala  ang iyong pinag-aralan sa lumabas na eksamin at nagngingitngit ka sa gumawa ng exam?

Para lang tayong mga mag-aaral na kumukuha ng pagsusulit

Sa  pagkuha ng pagsusulit,  kalmado ka o kabado?

Mataas  ba ang marka na nakukuha mo sa pagsusulit? Nakakuha ka na ba ng pinakamataas  na iskor at  may papuri pa ng iyong titser? Yung tipong napapatalon ka sa galak at ang resulta ng pagsusulit ay gusto mong ipa-laminate at  ipaskil sa dingding para makita ng lahat?

Naranasan mo na rin bang mabokya sa test?    O di naman kaya ay sobrang baba na kinailangan mong punit-punitin ang papel ng pinong-pino  para walang bakas o kaya ay walang maka-aninag sa iyong marka?

(Hindi ba’t  nakaka-miss ang pagiging estudyante?)

Ahhh, kung ang mga hamon ng buhay ay parang pagsusulit lamang.  Yun bang puwede kang maghanda para sa darating  na pagsubok at malalaman mo  agad kung ang sagot mo ay tama o mali.   At ang maling  sagot ay agad mong maitatama.   O di naman ay may kodigo hehehe.

Ang kodigo ni Taribong para sa pagsusulit ni G. J.Kulisap sa Lubaklubak   Elem  Skul

Ngunit  ang buhay ay hindi ganon kadali.    Madalas ang mga pagsubok na dumarating sa atin ay hindi napaghahandaan.  Bagama’t   hindi tayo handa  ay minamarapat nating piliin ang pinakamainam na solusyon para dito.  Masusi man itong pinag-aralan o hindi.  Kailangan lamang tayong maging handa sa anumang magiging kahihinatnan nito.

Marahil ang darating na halalan ay isa lamang  pagsusulit.  Kailangang punan ang bilog na kumakatawan sa taong nais mong iboto.  At ang tinig ng nakararami ang magtatalaga nang mga  maglilingkod sa atin.   Dapat.  Ngunit kung sino man ang maluluklok sa pwesto ay may malaking responsibilidad kung ang bayan natin ay susulong o uurong.   Hangad ko na sana naman makaranas  ang bayan natin ng ginhawa at pag-unlad.

Sa ngayon, may kanya-kanya tayong pagsusulit na hinaharap, malaki man o maliit. Nasa sa atin kung paano ito diskartehan.  Sa bandang huli, ang pinakadakilang Guro ang magbibigay ng marka sa atin:  pasado o bagsak.

Teka,  ano na nga ba ang salitang-ugat  ng pagsusulit? Sulit ba?

MMX

As the  Christmas  holidays draw to a close, let me  share with you how it  passed:

… it was bleak at first,  but then,  sunshine came by…

…yet fog persisted still…

… there was a  cool breeze of air. Rain fell but it did not last long…

And now, a  new  journey begins…

May the roads we trek be not as rough and rugged as the past year had been.

Happy New  Year,  everyone!!!