Thieves and Liars

last monday i sent one thief to the police station. i caught him walked to our apartment compound with ease. though he never stole anything, i locked him up and talked.

he is 12 years old, as he slyly told me. i asked him but he ended up lying. he said he lives in Piapi then later told me he lives in Agdao. and the worst part is, a boardmate of mine told him to pick the garbage. i called my boardmate and said she never instructed any kid to pick the garbage

O SHET, ANOTHER LIAR! Couldn't i live without liars and hypocrits around? well, i could be merciful to thieves because they can stop stealing. but liars (and hypocrits)? they forever be lying and be hypocrits. i do not have mercy on them. i leave my mercy to my ghetto boys and to God.

though our law prohibits imprisoning minors, i still took the boy to the barangay then to the police station for them to verify all the information that the boy told me.

i still felt pity on the kid, but what can i do. he needs to be rescued.

cotabato

I left the city without joyous goodbyes, except the recent Sunday "exit firework". Though i would love to have one but something grim told me not to. I met more than a handful of good friends in and near the city, but the few evil residents of the city i met are really.....well......evil.

The city will never deserve any claps from a single reformed pessimist, not even a grateful consolation.

But i always look at the bright side (so bright, it looks like twilight).

Cotabato City offered me a dose of adult lessons (not all were kinky ones). I learned to be firm with decisions, be angry, be confronting, straightforward and politely frank; I now mastered to separate profession and personal stuff; To be more patient and be impatient; To be merciless;

Pastil (rice with beef/fish strip wrapped in a banana leaf) and Manong's mango shake are my favorites. i love the cathedral, especially the glass mosaics, door grills, the aisle (longer than Sta. Ana Church) and the biblical messages pasted in a large wall banner. the messages were always answers to my divine conversations with God. And ye, William's batchoy too.

I love our compound neighbors, all our partner barangay captains, Friday, Meloy, Al, Zaldy and the rest of The Ultimate Players Across Cotabato (TUPAC), Vine, Datu Mimi, the Ebrahim brothers, Toytoy, Linggit, Bai Baisa, Councilor Datudido, some friends and my project team especially Norwin.

There are actually so much to love about Cotabato City. But one particular value i found to be really relevant and obvious but remained not widely noticed is the "strong family bond" among residents. Groups in public places were mostly family and relatives. Families in Cotabato are closely tied. They know how to enjoy their weekend without going out of their houses. And ye, they closely know and help each other (not just the clannish Muslim families, but also the migrants.

So, what made this strong family bond? Well, the grim environment of the city itself made them. without the dark harm, families and children could most probably be going out in separate ways on weekends.

As to quote Ralph Waldo Emerson, "every sweet has its sour, every evil its good."

Then there, I left the city with a smile

To Papa Turning

ok [breaths deep].....


i grew up with less of my papa. just had a handful of memories with him: he taking me to school and saving me from mama's raging beatings!

most of the time i wake up and sleep, not seeing him. work, i suppose, took most of his time. i remembered him drunk at night (maybe, i got his alcohol genes hehe), but! i know he was a good father and provider. WE ALL FINISHED SCHOOL WITH GOOD VALUES (palag ang magsabi na di ako mabait hahaha) AND WE ALL 3 SIBLINGS HAVE WORK.

and ye, he gave me lots of dogs (some were cooked, damn) and bought me a lot of toys (swear, 2 big boxes lahat)

papa never taught us but showed us how to live life. to be humble, to be generous, not to hate people, to think, to study, to fear God, to pray, to be resourceful, to be political and critical, not to be materialistic, to love even your enemies and most hated people and to be humble

father-son talks were too few. one was when he asked me of what i did wrong, instead of beating me (here, i promised not to beat my child!).

if father-son talks were too few, his words of wisdom were less than 5. one that stuck was: WHY SAVE, SPEND! God will provide. you cant bring wealth with you in your deathbed anyways.

yes! he and mama (of course) showed us these values and i thank them for bringing us good.

happy father's day, pa...and ma (i hope, mother's day na rin so i could write for mama)


i love you both :)


your spoiled youngest only son,
DONDON

Happy Birthday Fran and Mae

To our lovely daughters, Fran and Mae, happy birthday

Our memories with you and the whole la familia will forever stay. you are indeed the symbols of happiness. and greta and i wish you more birthdays so you could share more happiness in this world.

so, keep smiling and enjoy life :)

happy birthday mga anak and i miss you both

Me, My Ruthless Mind and Weak Heart

YE!! I AM HOLDEN CAULFIELD, I AM GOING TO BE LIKE MARK CHAPMAN WHO KILLED JOHN LENNON.

i killed everyone in my thoughts. i mistrusted everyone even my love ones. i doubted everybody. i am happy for losers and people who fail [schadenfreude!] and really really sad for who succeed. i am more than a masochist. masochists are chickens. they really are funny to me.

i am holden caulfield and i stalked people. i am good at this. so, you should be scared! i am pervert. i wanted to peep on my girl roommates. i i wish to f**k, even my girl-friends. now, you should really be scared. i curse a lot too.

oh i plan to hit someone...i mean two people or better yet four or them! id scare the hell out of them. i dont care if theyd revenge. i am dead anyway.

i am ruthless. i am holden. i trick people because i love mind games. i lie a lot! i am a big pathological liar. lying never gets off me. and this is ALL TRUE!

i am ruthless....i am caulfield.....


.....i lie.


because my heart is too weak to be the real holden caulfield. so call me pyk and i love people.

That Is Why I Am Holden Caulfield

my hunches, guts and heart had often been right. they may have troubled me awhile but they gave me longer gains. my rationality and mind are not entirely disposable. they clearly identify problems, balance and warn me off from biases that the guts and heart are holding. it is my heart that often decides most of my life. though i am right thumb-over-left when i clinched my 2 hands together (meaning: i am more rationale or left-brainer than intuitive or right-brainer), i am definitely strong at heart. forbid my ruthless overcriticism and overanalysis, but they are just balancing thoughts and not at all decisions and actions.

this is why i am HOLDEN CAULFIED: mean by thought, kind by deed

Happy Birthday, Juan

fat, fun, frank, farmer, family man, friend and all the Fs including being a kick-ass fucker and closet faggot (hahaha). these all describe Juan. a very good FRIEND!

i never imagine he could be one of my best friends-someone worth telling to people. to most people, he could be annoying, but he never was to me. maybe, fun was different to them. but id tell you, you would have real fun with this fucker. and ye, he is a good feeder. he cooks great! he farms too and most important he is frank, honest and straightforward. o maybe, this is why most people are annoyed at him.

FUCK THEM! hahahaha

juan is not only all fat, but all heart. he has a heart for his and Rica's family, friends, God and the needy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUAN! love you pero mas love ko si L..... hahahahahaha FAGGOT ARIAN!