So long, dear friend

death has always been inevitable in this world, it will take us by surprise, and sometimes, we greet it like an old friend at the end of our road.

i have been too many funerals and had felt the pain of losing a relative for as long as i can remember.  but i have never felt pain as much as a death of a friend.

i met her when i was transferred to the new department at our head quarters.  she’s the sort of secretary and records keeper of our unit.  she practically grew old in the service, but she’s not a regular employee, rather she was there by job order, since she didn’t finished her high school.

at first i was wary of her, but that’s just me, i am mostly aloof by first meeting.  however, as we are often the two who were always left behind at the office, eventually we had gotten close.  i fondly call her “nanay” though she never married and never had any kids.  such was our closeness that she treated me as her child as well.  barely 5ft tall, with a fair complexion and thin body, you would think she could be pushed around by other people, but she had me, and in our everyday interaction, i would always look out for her, as well as she looks out for me too.

most of the times, we eat.. as we have nothing else to do to kill time after i finished all my reports.  so food is life for us, and i feed her often since she seems not to keen in eating on time, and drinks softdrinks at least 3x a day, by which i often remind her not to, since it will really affected her stomach in the future.

nanay lived with her mother and niece, who is mute.  her meager earnings mostly went to the house and family expenses, which explains why she used to skip meals to save money.  i had not known how many they were in the family, nanay was secretive that way.  you would feel you are close, but she’s as mysterious as the moon.  it was only so much later that i learned about her family, and not in a very good light.

going back, she usually waits for me to eat, so she could accompany me to the cafeteria. by which, i always tell her to eat anything she likes, and put the tabs on me.  even though i was financially struggling at that time, i can never say no to nanay once she tells me she’s hungry.

i got transferred again after almost two years in our unit, and even though we were still in the same head quarters, i got to see her less and less since my new department is one of the most hectic unit.  oftentimes, i get to see her at the cafeteria, and i never stopped reminding her to eat well and if she don’t have any money, to just put the tabs on me.  i still look out for her. she’s still my nanay after all.

it seemed like work has taken toll on me, and i seldom see her in the grounds, until one day someone told me she was admitted to the hospital.  it seems like she’s not been feeling well lately and was experiencing dizzy spells.  it does not help that her office was at the farthest end of the corridor, where seldom anyone can go and pass by.  it was reported that she collapsed in the rest room of the office, and no one was there to help her.  at some point, she regained consciousness and asked her fellow employees to excuse her and take rest at home.  her health did not improved, and it was then that i found out that she was hospitalized.  the sad thing is, months before, her sister passed away because of cancer, and she was one of the people who facilitated her interment.  the stress and sleepless nights has taken toll on her frail body.  she had ulcer.

i visited her once when she got home, i took the only time i had in my busy schedule.  that was the week before i took my mandatory leave.  as i alighted from the tricycle, i could see her by the window of her house, looking out to the gate.  she was thinner than i expected, her eyes bulging out, and her voice a bare whisper.  but as i sat beside her, her grip on my arm is tenacious and strong.  she gave barely a smile, but her eyes brimmed with tears as she gaze at me longingly.  she has been looking for me, and has asked her friends to inform me.  i felt the guilt creeping as i looked into her eyes.  i had not made more time with her, and it gnaws on me that the person who replaced me in the office had not looked out for her.

a few weeks after, i heard that she was at the hospital again clinging on to dear life, but i was not able to take the time again to visit her.  that morning after i got off from work, i planned on going to her house, but i need to travel home early that day and i hurriedly went on my way, with her in my thoughts.

little did i know that day, she drew her last breath.

i found out later from a senior who posted in facebook that nanay was gone this morning.  i cannot weep, i was not able to weep.  i felt sad, and guilt. but i still cannot weep.

it went on for days, that i go through the day without feeling anything, and i don’t really know why.  however, when the time to finally lay her to eternal rest, i went her interment on the last day.  there was a mass, and the choir had asked us if we could help in the singing of the songs.  at that time, my heart was bursting, and it was all i could do to keep my self together.  seeing her inside the coffin, just like she was just sleeping gave me mixed emotions that i barely hold it in.  but the last song of the mass did get to me finally, and i did not finish singing before bawling and let go of what i’ve been keeping inside from the moment i entered the hall.

i remember those times we spent together, the way she laughed at my silly jokes, the way her eyes lit up when i say i’d treat her to ice cream or to any food she choose.  i missed my nanay more than anything else, because she never see me less, and she always did believe in me whenever i felt like i can’t make the reports.  she was the one who encourage me, to say that i can do this.  my nanay, my friend.

it was my first time to experience the death of a friend, and it felt like a part of me died that day, and got buried with her.  the painful memory of taking her to her final rest.  as i’ve said, it was mixed emotions.

sad because i would not be seeing her at the head quarters.

but joy as well cause i have seen her struggles through the years we were together, and now she can rest.

rest well, nanay. after everything you told me about the struggles of being the bread winner of your family, of always being the one who provides comfort to others, may you rest in comfort at last.

rest well nanay, i miss you but i’m thankful of your time with me.

you’re with God now nanay, i hope you are happy now.

Sa Simpleng Ikaw





Paano ka nga ba magpapasalamat

Sa bumago sa buhay ko?

Paano ba maipararating ang tuwang nararamdaman

Galing sa isang tagahangang nahuhumaling sa yo?


Salamat sa araw na dumating ka

At tumigil bigla ang ikot ng mundo

Tila ba lahat ng tala sa kalangitan

Hinihintay  at nag-aabang sa yo..


Salamat sa mga simple mong ginagawa

Sa araw-araw mong pagpapasaya

Di na namalayang ikaw ay nanahanan na

Sa puso kong sabik sa yong mukha..


Salamat sa pagpapalimot sa mga problema

Habang nakikinig malutong mong mga tawa

Pawi ang pagod sa panonood lang ng kahit saglit

At masilayan ang matatamis mong pagngiti..


Salamat sa pagbuo ng isang nasyon

Watak-watak man sa distansiya, ngunit iisa ang tugon

Kusang gumalaw kasabay ng pagmamahal sa yo

Di ko man lubos maipaliwanag kung bakit nagkaganito..


Salamat sa isang simpleng ikaw

Na bumubuo lang naman ng iyong simpleng pangarap

Isang simpleng ikaw na nagpayanig sa mundo

Habang unti-unti sinasakop ang aming mga puso..



one day, i was asked in a reunion by an acquaintance, “How much did i change over the years?”

that got me into thinking, and as chaotic as my  mind goes, i couldn’t find the right words to accurately make her understand what i mean.

and so, i looked around for an inspiration, and saw…


a glass of water.


yes, it was just a glass, but the inspiration strikes me, so mundane.

i told her:

“i’m a drinking water that was being added by sea water…  it was a subtle transformation, the appearance did not even change a bit.  and yet, you would never notice the change unless you tasted it.

and only those who have tasted me when i was a drinking water at first would know something was added, and they would know i have changed.

but i still see myself as what i truly am:





Then she turned, and their eyes met..

All the longing and the love just flowing

And she felt herself smiling at him..


At last there she is!

Standing just a few feet away

And his heart wanted to burst with so much love..


As they walked towards each other,

Just drinking the moment together..

Their eyes glow with happiness and tears..


But alas, the wall crashed down so sudden

And all that’s left in their memory

Was the feeling of how it could have been..




gunshot to the head

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you’re only a child, and yet you thought you hold all the pain the world has ever known..

Just an ordinary day..

And yet, not so ordinary for me

These thoughts in my head,

Swimming dejectedly..

But all I got was so little light

And the darkness descends upon me

And these thoughts hauntingly taunt me

I relied too much on this cold thing

A devil’s gift when the pain stings

It weaves like a spider about to lure its prey

A story that only I can say

And this cold dark thing that I held so tight

focused its calculating menacing eyes

and it soothes the burning feeling of life

it comforts me with the darkness’s might..

once more I reached for the stars in the sky

but I failed to feel the warmth of life

and I let slip the grip of hopes and dreams that held me

and I bow my head to this cold thing

blissful in an endless sleep

unaware of the chaos surrounding me

I surrender my soul to this dark abyss

There’s no going back.. there’s nothing to miss..



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when the strings broke

when the strings broke, then you would feel the emptiness

of the things that weigh you down,

you begin to lighten up

and you smile like you never frowned..


you get that weightless feeling

and see the sky much clearer

when the strings broke, it stopped the crying

and the tears have washed your eyes a li’l bit cleaner..


you know that attachment you’ve got

will never change even if the world stopped

cause a little of yourself is left

with that piece where you were once held tightly


when the strings broke, yes you are free

and happiness is all sunshine and laughter

the past is just remembered but never will be forgotten

from the one you loved forever…





these words, but they weigh a ton

just words, but coming from someone

will be just words, if not from you

can be just words, but making me blue..


these words, the culmination of all my thoughts

to find peace, with which i’ve so long sought

but words, make or break my heart

just your words, and it breaks apart..


these words, and these tears that fall

just words, but you can tear down my wall

how can words change my life forever

and just by  your words, my world shatters..





It’s That Special Feeling


It is that special feeling,

 When you look into her eyes

You would know deep inside, and realize

You would move all the mountains to see that special smile


It’s that special feeling.

When you hear her voice so dear

Your heart beats faster upon knowing she is near

And all the sounds would drown when she starts to speak so clear


It’s that special feeling.

 When you feel her warmth

And you just want to put your arms around her

Intensified like a thousand volts into your heart


It may be absurd to describe it

But words could never define it,

Only the hearts could understand it

That special feeling,

 Of being in love.




during the Tamang Panahon event on Oct 24, 2015

No Longer

i miss the way i smile when i think of you

How the warm glow in my eyes shines

it never was the same without you

and my heart lost another beat.

for it was your love that made me breathe

you voice my sanctuary in the dark

and now that i lost my reason to live

all that’s left is a hole in my heart.

you were my fortitude against the storm

my refuge, my strength, my all

how my life changed when you came

and how it was never the same when you left.

my world began to drift away again

lost in the sea of my tears

here i am, remembering your lips pressed to mine

and the gentle touch of your fingers on my skin.

i missed the way i smiled when i think of you

but missing you is way beyond the love

it may ache, it may tug my heart, but then

letting you go was the best decision i ever had.