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2:24am, A decade ago:

"I thought you don't believe in Him, what are you doing here?" he asked before I could notice him.


He was standing along the aisle beside me staring at the crucifix while I'm kneeling with my head down on the front pew of this hospital chapel.


"If I don't do this, it means I haven't done EVERYTHING just to save her." I replied getting up and sat on this long and empty chair.


He walked past in front of me and sat slowly.


"So the prodigal son has returned." he said. I didn't move, I didn't even look at him, my eyes are still on the crucifix.


"Well, I guess it doesn't matter anymore, she's gone ten minutes ago." He continued flatly.


"She's gone... my sister's gone..." He repeated grasping my right shoulder. Then he stood up and left. I didn't move. I can't move.


The crucifix is now blurry.



I bought a new wallet about a month ago, a red The North Face camper wallet. For some reason, it took me about a month to transfer the cards and everything from my old wallet. Maybe I wasn't ready to let my 12-year old wallet  go. It's a black Pink Soda I bought in Centro (Quezon Ave.) when I was just a freshman college student. It served me well, if it wasn't for the irreparable damage, I'll never even think of buying a new one.

While I'm transferring the contents, I took the time to list all the things that lived inside my ever useful wallet. For a moment there, I couldn't believe these things actually fit inside my pocket. Some cards I even forgotten, some are already expired, some are extremely useless.

IDs/Cards:
Singapore NRIC; Princess Cruises Elite Card; PhiCes Membership Card; Fullerton Healthcare Card; TIN ID; AMA ID; Manuel S Enverga University Foundation ID; SomniCreative ID; Intellicare Insurance Card (cut); SM Advantage Card (expired); Sentosa MRT Card; Eraserheads P300 Smart Prepaid Card; Kabayan Remittance Card; EZ Link Card; BTI Card (void); VideoCity Card

Bank Cards:
BDO ATM Card; POSB ATM Card; POSB Multitude Card; Metrobank ATM

Calling Cards:
HR Millenium (my former agency); GYP Solutions (Roy); Resource Dental Laboratories (Rod); CPR Vision (Ad Agency); Stereo Headset (Audio Store where i bought my headset); Confluence (Mark); Ubisoft (Star)
SV Guitars (where i bought my guitar); Great Eastern Insurance (JP); SomniCreative (David); Razer (Poi); 88DB (Kevin); Global Digital Express (JM); Chuo Soken (Pres. Motokazu); Carla Loo (my interior designer friend); Yoshimaru; Life Care Medical Center; Jules Cafe Bar; MJC Press; Tapa King

Others:
Eraserheads Reunion Ticket; Eraserheads Final Set Ticket; Cannabis Sativa leaf; POSB Receipt; Core 2 Duo sticker; 2010 Cedula; Ernie Ball Guitar Pick; Driver's License holder; Passport Size Picture; Kim Sia Court Access Card; 1966 Calendar/Philippine National Anthem Lyrics; Php 500 bill; Php 100 bill; 2x US$1 bill; S$2 old SG bill; $2 SG bill; BDO Account Info; Rei Ayanami picture; Faye Valentine picture

and her stolen photograph, one of the first tenant in my wallet...


Eskimo: "If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?"
Priest: "No, not if you did not know."
Eskimo: "Then why did you tell me?"
~Annie Dillard


This afternoon, while I’m taking the lift alone and deciding where to have my late lunch in this packed Orchard area, a big black man (an American I think) joined me from the 20th floor. He immediately asked which level is the restroom. I told him that every level has a restroom usually found in west corner of the building. Apparently he needed to pee.

“Are you from the Philippines?” he asked.
I said yes.
“I’ve been in Davao.” He said with those large teeth.
I just smiled and asked politely, “What were you doing in Davao?”
“Preaching.” He proudly said. “Are you from somewhere near Davao?”
“No. My hometown is around 256kms from Manila. Davao is more than 1000kms from Manila” I replied. He just nodded.
“Let me show you something.” He moved towards me and pulled something from his leather satchel. He handed me a fairly thick book with his half body picture on the cover with his name (that I automatically forgot).
“It’s me.” He said pulling another book with the same religious concept, just different layout.

15th floor. More people joined our little ride, so we settled at the rear end of the lift.

Being familiar with the situation, I had to cut the chase.

“I’m actually an atheist.” I said as carefully as I can while returning the book. You can imagine the look at his face. He was looking at me like I was some kind of crazy. Me, on the other hand, managed a forced smile.

I don’t really like announcing my stand when it comes to beliefs. It’s like admitting that you’re gay. I know the society too well. It’s almost synonymous to stupidity. I won’t be surprised if I’d be stoned to death one day.

But there is one thing I love about Singapore, no matter what’s your belief or lack thereof, Singaporeans will never bother you. Atheism (sometimes known here as freethinker) is accepted here. This is the country that will sincerely smile back at you even after you declared that you don’t believe in God. When you do that in the Philippines, you are automatically condemned to suffer in Hell for all eternity.

While this man is suffering from disbelief from what he just heard, other passengers, Singaporeans, didn’t bother.

“You don’t believe in Jesus?” he finally asked after gathering his senses. Some passengers turned and looked at us.

I just shook my head.

“You’re going to Hell.” He brutally said. But surprisingly, I’m not surprised at all. I just smiled.
“Really? This is the very first time someone ever said that to me here in Singapore.” I said.
“You don’t believe in Jesus then you’re going to Hell, that’s for sure.” He replied. Some passengers finally shifted their attention to our little conversation. Maybe, they find it interesting somehow. Some stopped talking to each other, some stopped playing with their phone screens.

“Okay. So all atheists will go to Hell?” I decided to play.
“That’s right.” He said slowly nodding.
“So that means that our Muslim brothers and sisters will go to Hell as well as they don’t believe in Jesus the way Christians do, is that right?” My first card.

The man fell silent for a second.
A young man standing at the corner waited eagerly for the man to reply.

On the 8th level, a car park, the lift suddenly stopped for some reason and all the passengers are forced get out to wait for another lift to take us down the main lobby.

“It’s a different case.” He finally said while we're looking at the arrow down indicator at the top of the elevator door.

“Different case? What do you mean?” I asked.

“Sorry brother, I really have to find a restroom.” Then he was gone. We were on a car park level, I really wished that Jesus will help him find a restroom.


I’m not trying to antagonize the man, but for me, promoting faith with a threat of eternal damnation once you disagreed is just plain stupid.

I don’t really care if you believe in a flying purple unicorn as long as you keep it to yourself. And if you need to insist that there really is a flying purple unicorn, please improve your argument.


That traumatic moment when I was eight and came home from school and saw my dog bleeding to death. she was stabbed by a drunk bystander.

She wiggled her tail and tried to raise her right hind leg when she saw me, I kneeled before her and scratched her belly. It's our everyday routine.

I scratched her blooded belly avoiding her stab wound while wiping my stubborn tears with my other hand until I realized that she was gone.

I never had a dog eversince.

Her name was Apollo,  I'm into rockets than mythology I guess. She looked like a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.


Just a simple idea on how to make a multitouch monitor.

Noong nasa ikatlong baitang ako, may proyekto na ibinigay ang titser namin na si Mrs. Reforma na gagawin sa buong Christmas vacation. Science project. Compilation ng mga bagay na nagbibigay ng Heat, Light, Sound at Heat and Light.

January na, matatapos na ang bakasyon, malapit na bumalik ang klase pero di pa kumpleto project ko, kulang pa ng mga bagay na nagbibigay ng Light. Nabuklat ko na lahat ng magasin namin, nagupit ko na lahat ng pwedeng gupitin pero kulang pa rin. Linggo alas onse ng gabi, kulang pa rin, balisa na ako. Alas dose na at pilit na akong pinapatulog ng nanay ko at kinukumbinsi na 'bukas na lang tapusin', 'di ako pumayag, pillit ko pa rin binubuklat yung mga magasin na alam ko namang wala na ako makukuha. Hanggang bumigay na ako... (nope, hindi ako nabading)

Umiyak ako ng todo. Hindi makahinga. Kung bakit, hanggang ngayon 'di ko pa rin alam. 'Di ko alam kung natatakot akong mapahiya pag kulang ang project ko, 'di ko alam kung natatakot akong mapagalitan ng titser ko.
Maaga akong inalila ng oras, yan ang alam ko.

Nagising ang tatay ko habang inaalo ako ng nanay ko. Nagpaliwanag ang nanay. Kinuha ng tatay ang mga colored pen ko at nagsimulang idrowing mga kulang na pictures para sa project ko. Magaling magdrowing tatay ko. Tandang tanda ko yung mga iginuhit n'yang flourescent light at incandescent  bulb. Alas dos na ng madaling araw nakumpleto ang proyekto. Dun pa lang ako nakatulog.

Bakit nga ba dko naisip na idrowing na lang yun.

Kinabukasan, sulitan ng proyekto. Puyat pero maaga pa ring nagising at pumasok.
Wala pang sampu ang nagpasa.

Wala pang sampu. Yung iba e bukas, yung iba umabot ng kabilang linggo. Kanya kanyang dahilan na pinaniwalaan ng titser ko.

Makalipas ang sampung taon, pangalawang taon sa kolehiyo.

Polsci (Political Science), ang titser si Mrs. Lawas. Kailangan kopyahin ang ilang chapter ng gingamit naming mga aklat gamit ang typewriter at iku-compile.
"Next week dapat i-submit, or else..." sabi pa ni ma'am.

Hanggang ngayon 'di ko maintindihan kung anong pumapasok sa kukote ng  mga guro para ipakopya ng saktong sakto ang mga nasa aklat. Ba't di na lang ipa-photocopy o kaya utusang humiram ng aklat sa library.

Wala akong typewriter kaya dumayo pa ako sa kaibigan ko na taga Phase IV (kasingkahulugan ng Phase na to ang 'malayo').

Hindi ako magaling o mabilis magtype kaya literal na halos dalawang araw akong nagtatype. Tahimik ang gabi sa Phase IV kaya sigurado ako, naririnig ng kapitbahay patak ng tiklado ng makinilya.
Yung kaibigan ko hindi lang makareklamo pero pati sya puyat dahil sa ingay ko.

Ngayon 'di na ako pwedeng umiyak, wala ring magulang na magpapatahan at tutulong.

Lunes ng umaga ko na natapos yung compilation. Umuwi lang ako para magbihis tapos pumasok na. Dumating ang oras ng pagsusulit... Yup, tama ang hinala mo.
Wala pang lima ang ang nagsumite ng takdang-gawain. Kanya kanyang dahilan, dahilan na narinig ko na sampung taon na ang nakakalipas.

Hindi ko na tinapos yung klase, umuwi na lang ako at natulog.

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source: http://thewondrous.com/amazingly-creative-drawing-vs-photography/

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