I am blessed. And for my great God I dedicate to write this one. That was Monday noon. The sky was grey as covered by a blanket of heavy nimbus clouds ready anytime to burst. We were having a good time—me and my friends. It’s a housewarming I attended. And as usual I came punctually with the basis that they had not yet started the ritual until I arrived. Ok, I was late but by an excuse. And though not thoroughly announced, I appreciated them for waiting. They have been very tolerant with me in many ways. It’s a good feeling surrounded by friends regardless of the weather; regardless of the timing. When I was young I would dream as if life would never end. I knew I can encompass infinity. My lifetime then was not time bound. Now, I am in my mid-life and have been hit by a really heart wrenching ailment. Life is short, I realized. Let me tell you. I’ve owed my past—thru pain and injury I inflicted to my fellows and myself. And now at a reflective ...
Dear God, Thanks for giving us a Mom. And much more thanks because you knew precisely the one Ate Ann and I would need! We pray for her good health; that she gets to have many grandkids; longer afternoon naps; her guava tree to bear more fruits; upgraded cellphone; more friends in facebook; her pet dogs, cats and fish to stay healthy and loving; a kitchen-showcase; and that she gets to meet and greet Kris Aquino in person. very Happy 62nd birthday And most importantly, we pray for her happiness etched to her soul; and to which make my ate and I Your direct channels. Lots of love, Norman
34th Happy Birthday :) September 14, 2011 it's all in this greeting.. the i-love-you, the i-am-sorry, the thank-you, the i-wish-for-you..., the take-care, the sweet hugs and kisses .... From your family and friends :)
While all else are over-speeding thinking of their future; here I am committing counter-flow. It’s dangerous I know. But I have to get back there. In this life that projects cyclical and sometimes cynical events I had picked a few scenes and wished they recur today to suffice my simple fancy. Will a particular yesterday come again? If it won’t perhaps, I can. I was once among those who were speeding on the highway of life. The only angle I knew was that narrow breadth between my left and right side mirrors. The road was my only horizon. I never yielded. All I knew was that—I was fast therefore; I was great. To me, slowing down was never an option. Now, I’m going back even though I might bump head-on to somebody else’s principles. If ever I would-- let me pay its price. TO BE CONTINUED...