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Thursday, September 15, 2005
  Reigning Rain
It has been raining for 3 consecutive days already and it has caused traffic tremendously (beyond the normal day to day traffic)! South expressway was not passable this morning affected by the overflow of Laguna bay.

I was checking the news when it was commented; "The Philippines is much, much better as compared to US with regards to handling disasters." Is this true? According to the news, Filipinos are more effective in rescues that needs labor and high creativity because we lack the technology of new machines. And because many Filipinos knows this situation, people tends to survive on their own without entrusting their faith to the government.

But I guess the high spirited Filipinos makes disasters easy to handle. It has been commented worldwide that Filipinos can smile and literary makes their situation a joke in the midst of chaos. We are even misunderstood that we do not take life seriously but hey! look at the OFWs. If we are not serious about life, we won't let our families be separated, won't we?

Hopefully the sun will rise proudly today. I miss it....
 
Thursday, September 01, 2005
  The reply to the hiker
You are a hiker that's right.
You have crossed bridges and climbed mountains of greatest heights;
Wounded, bruised, shattered and punched;
You really stood and put your guards up.

But you are not a born-hiker, please don't deny;
Perhaps, you are bare the first time you arrived;
Have no strength nor will to rely;
Don't you wonder you're still alive?

You longed for water and I provided you the dew;
The sweetest form of moisture, I made just for you.
You called for hunger and the wild taste of nature provided you
Isn't that enough to continue and pursue?

I wove the clouds to make a shelter;
Protected you from harm and danger;
The breaking of dawn signs a beginning;
From a long night rest and restoring.

Your time spent for worries,
What makes you think you are foolish?
Your weary shoulders and broken feet;
I assure you, time will cure it bit by bit.

And you know what is so unfair?
That you haven't read the plan I prepared;
Because I have laid all the reasons behind;
I never wanted you to be a faithful blind.

Going north, going south…What is the difference?
Wherever you go, you will feel my presence.
When mountains are too high and there is difficulty in your climb;
I will provide you a rock to continue your hike.

You have crossed bridges and lose blood during your climb;
But can't you see? I have lost my life during our hike,
You are wounded, bruised, shattered and punched;
But I took most of the blows during the fight.

And when you come to rest for tomorrow you have to hike,
I still have to be awake and watch you all night;
Because I don't want to hear you crying;
And I don't want to see you bruised up.

Now tell me, when will you realize
That I am near and was never far?
 
  The hiker
I am a hiker in my own right,
Crossing bridges and climbing mountains of great heights.
Getting all bruised up and still giving a fight.
Having a good grip to preserve my life.

I have been wounded, shattered and punched,
Glimpse of visions, I can't catch… too fast
I fell twice, thrice. I can't count.
But I stood up. I'm a hiker.
Isn't that right?

The dew from heaven satisfy my thirst,
The wildness of nature makes my stomach burst,
The woven clouds shelter me as I sleep,
The breaking of dawn helps me time keep.

The silence of danger echoes in my head.
I sometimes believe I am dead.
Going north, going south. I need a lead.
Can you tell me the way or would you please.

My shoulders are weary,
My feet just can't carry.
I have spent my time in too much worry.
Is it worth it or am I just being foolish?

It sometimes seems unfair,
That I have to walk the plan you prepared;
Without me knowing the reasons behind;
Just be a faithful blind.

I am a hiker and a victim at the same time,
I crossed bridges and lose blood during my climb.
And when I come to rest for tomorrow I have to hike,
I still have this question, maybe it is time to ask.
Because I really can't keep myself to wonder and still wander a mile;
Can you hear me from down here?
And do you have a good sight?
Because you are just too high for me to reach through hike;
And I am just a spot in this limelight.
Forgive my asking but I really need a reply,
Can you see me from up there and do you hear my cry?
 

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