Friday, October 15, 2010

Tai-Sapu























Ang bigat ng backpack ko!



By "Mark"

Yes po, mabigat ang backpack ko! Pero lagi kong dala kasi importante laman non... kaya gaano man sya kabigat... dala dala ko sya kahit saan... Ewan ko ba, dati naman maliit na messenger bag lang dala ko... pero habang tumatagal dumarami at lumalaki ang mga bagay na sa alam ko'y kailangan kong dalhin. Kung baga sa wikang English "accumulating". Baka magising na lang ako isang araw na isang maleta na dala-dala ko... exaggerated naman yon! Hindi yon eh... eto yong punto ko....

Ganon din sa buhay natin... may mga mabibigat tayong dinadala na di natin maiwan for a certain reason. Experiences in life, family, friends, work, etc... Lahat ng yan eh nag aacumulate at padami ng padami. May napanood akong movie na di ko matandaan ang title... he was talking about the backpack principle. He asks his audience to imagine putting all the things that are important to them in a backpack and carry it. What's the point? Di ko rin matandaan hehehe...Basta ganon yon, naiipon at naiipon... pabigat ng pabigat at kinakaya nating dalhin.

Alam nyo ba kung bakit "Dead Sea" ang tawag sa Dead Sea? Sounds kinda creepy, doesn't it? Kasi wala itong outlet streams. It is completely landlocked and it gets saltier with increasing depth. Di ito dumadaloy at ang tubig nito ay walang ibang pupuntahan... so lahat eh sinasalo nya, tanggap lang sya ng tanggap. hindi sya naglalabas. Dahil sa "salt" (FYI- The Dead Sea has some of the most saline water on earth; as much as 35% of the water is dissolved salts! That's almost six times as salty as the ocean!) Walang isdang nabubuhay dito or any kind of swimming, squirming creatures living in or near the water. Yon yon!

Kaya kung ikaw eh kuba na sa kakabuhat sa mabigat na pasanin mo sa buhay, aba eh baka katulad ka na ng Dead Sea. Tanggap ka lang ng tanggap at lahat eh knakaya mo. Hindi mo maiwan ang mga bagay na nakakapag pabigat sayo. Ang tanong... BUHAY KA PA BA?

Hindi na bago ang mga pangungusap na ganito. Actually gasgas na at lumang luma ang mga ganitong tirada ng mga payo. Yon ang masaklap, at ito ay isang lumang konsepto na rin... WE NEVER LEARN!

Bakit kaya? Parang backpack ko ba yan na importante ang laman? Kung hindi naman, e baka pwede mga tsong at tsang, mga tol at teh... na i unload na lang natin and free ourselves from the heavy burden. HOW?????

Check this out and chillax!

Matthew 11:28
 28"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Try mo and you will soar like an eagle... maniwala ka man sa kin o hindi...wala namn mawawala sayo. Pag nagawa mo... treat kita sa Bo's coffee hehehe at makikita mo laman ng backpack ko!

JESUS LOVES YOU!

God Bless everyone!

Ako po sumulat ng Note na ito... but to those who are wondering why "Mark" ang nakalagay sa ilalim ng title, kasi po pag tinatanong ako sa coffee shop kung ano pangalan ko, I will just simply say "Mar", but... lagi na lang na "MARK" ang nakasulat sa cup ko. Kaya Mark na lang din... k lang naman diperensya hehehe.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Dream! (A true stroy)

When I was a kid, I dreamed that I was climbing a not so steep hill with my father. He was a few steps in front of me. With my little hands, I tried so hard to grab everything that I can just to cope with the pace of my father. Bruises and blisters I didn't mind just to be able to get closer to him.  But every pace I made, the more my father seems to go farther and farther away... I keep calling him but he will just wave his hands to me in a gesture to climb towards him. Every time I'll fall and stumble, suddenly his almost there in front of me... within reach... but the moment I stand up and start climbing again... there he goes... drifting and drifting farther away from me... These scenario goes on and on in circles... like a short movie film, set to a constant replay...searching for an ending that's never going to happen...

I can't remember how it ends and how I manage to woke up. That time... I don't even care what's the meaning of that dream or try to understand it with my childlike mind. But I do vividly remember is what happens next the day after that dream.

It was a small group of people gathered in a nipa hut with a bottle of "Lambanog" at the center (Lambanog is a local wine in quezon province). It was a local tradition that after a hard days work, it has to be followed by a drinking session. It is a tradition that originated in the famous "Bayanihan Tradition" where people in a certain localities will help hand in hand who's in need. Our version is what we called "Turnohan". A group of workers will help the host do a certain task, mostly tendering the fields or clearing the land. Hosting is done in turn until everyone in the group becomes host. That day, my father was a host and at that moment... he was telling a story.

It was my dream! How come he knows what i dreamed last night? I didn't tell anyone about my dream. But my father tells the story of my dream in details... until it became clear to me that he was telling the story of his dream not mine.

My dream... his dream... we have the same dream that night. He was there in my dream... i was there in his... I don't know how that would be possible. The only thing I know, that moment was special... our bonding moment before he ventures to work abroad.

IN OUR DREAM!

Itay, I miss you po...sana nakasama ka namin ng mas matagal....

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