My friend named Pot

(This story is dedicated to my special friend out there, wherever you are, have faith and do your best, I am always here, I did not leave you in anyway...)


(Note: Some of the bits and pieces are added , changed and omitted for the sake of literary wit.)


There are those moments where you get that feeling that you are so in love. Have you ever felt that? Butterflies are flying, the sun is shining when you see him or her? That is that 'moment.' it is like a drug that gives you a sense of fantasy and happiness, you will never let it go.

Unfortunately it did.

I met this cute and petite gal named Pot. She is a nurse. She is the sweetest nurse around and it will make you sing that old OPM tune "Okay, na sa akin kung ako'y dedbol na, basta't ikaw ang lagi kong kasama...." (Translation: It is okay if I die, as long as I am with you). And she became my girlfriend.
I was so proud of her and I even introduced her to my parents and sisters. They were so happy also that we were together. We played games like kids, told stories, accompanying her when she goes to duty at the hospital, and the good night kisses - that is what I like.

Then came Christmas , I gave her a gift. And she told me something that went my world upside down.

"I do not like you anymore, I met someone else"

That made me sad. So sad I have not eaten for weeks. There are somethings that we could not explain. Even Love is an unknown subject too, or maybe I was still young to understand.

I respected her decision and gave her my blessing.

Few months passed by, I was eating dinner, while our doorbell rang and I saw Pot. It was raining that night and I saw her, drenched, and with blood and bruises. To avoid further gossip from my own family, I told her that we will talk outside where we went to a small diner.

She told me that she was being beaten and abused.

I do not know how to react. I could still remember that she was firm and told me in the face that she did not like me. I also came to know that her husband is her childhood friend.

I tried to console her. I became bold, "let us go somewhere, If you have a passport, I can arrange a flight immediately outside where we can be married. I will process your annulment. If you want your husband to be killed, I can also make it look like an accident. Just do not go back there again, please.."

She declined my offer.

She kissed me gently, and held my hand. "You will make a fine husband. I love you so much. Now that I made a wrong decision, it is better to regret this for the rest of my life. Forgive me. I know you are angry because I dumped you. I did not know love that well, but you, you have earned it. And I respect you for that. Please let me go for now, hopefully this is temporary..."

Then again, that shock came to me, but seeing her, so sure of herself, it is "grace under fire" as what they call it, made me a believer. Everything seemed a fantasy and reality at the same time. Seeing her is the epitome of love that exists in the darkest boundaries of our hearts. To make it short, if she will tell me to jump from a building, maybe I will. But that did not happen as she love that son of a bitch guy who hits her like she is a punching bag.

Love and stupidity are almost in the same genre.

I did not see her again. I searched in every directory around the world, I just want her, to see her if she is okay...

Maybe I found her, she is inside my heart as of this moment.

Teacher's Day

Since it is teacher day, I will share again my story of one teacher who has 'awakened' my spirit to do better.

Click the link below:

http://themanwhoownedthephils.blogspot.com/2011/04/mahal-kong-guro-my-beloved-teacher.html

(Note, this was published in inspirationalstories.com)

To my teacher, I love you, thank you for bringing me the knowledge and the skills. Although I failed you lots of times, and I did not follow your righteous teachings, in the end, I am truly grateful.

Now that I am also a teacher, I do see your vision, it does not matter if we did not get a good grade, but to be able to survive in the real world, is much more important.

Thank you.

Love Conquers All (maybe some of them)

I was really upset when Mikey talked to me. He wants me to solve the problem regarding the helicopter deal.

"Problema mo yan Mikey, lusutan mo."  (It's your problem, solve it.)

"Di ko alam kung paano eh, teka sumasakit ang....." (I don't now how to, wait, i have some pain in my...."

I called the ambulance and they took him to the hospital.

It is quite obvious even to a elementary student - that we can tell a material or equipment if it is new or old.

As I said earlier, Filipinos love second hand items. But paying it like it is brand new is like ms. stupidity & mr. greedy in marriage.

I will stop for now before I get a heart attack and die much sooner than him.
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Seeing Manila above the skies creates a different feeling. Feeling of home. Well of course as I lived there since I was born. But my foreign friends also love the islands and told me to stay a little bit longer.

I told them yes you can, but you have to pay the VISA extension fees.

Yes they willingly agreed.

Now if you are one of those Overseas Filipino Workers, who cheers when the plane lands at NAIA, yes I salute you. Your hard work overseas has paid off. Now is the time to love your family, as well as your country. Share the blessings that you have, either in money or skills learned.

Too bad some of the fellow OFW's didn't become successful. At least they tried. I know how hard it is nowadays. And it will become much worse in the future. If you have the opportunity, please leave and work again overseas.

One time I was in a plane, I saw this young beautiful lady who is very quiet in her seat while others are cheering on the successful landing.

"Miss what happened? it is okay tell me."

"My employer beat me up and I have no money to bring for my family."

She then showed me her bruises and wounds. I was so shocked that such a beautiful girl from Mindanao will do something to her maybe even the devil himself will not do. She was still shaking, that is when I hugged her, and she cried.

When we arrived, I called my assistant to book her a special flight to Mindanao and a special chartered limousine to her home. Then I told her family to provide all the details of her employment starting from the agency and up to the employer abroad.

Don't ask what I did next. Maybe you knew it already. You know me my friend. It is not about religion, revenge, justice, or anything.

It is love.

Loving a Filipino Man

(to my Pinoy followers, thank you)

I have travelled around the world searching for a true woman. A perfect one that will love a Filipino man. It is quite mind boggling that women from different races love a Filipino man. Why is that?

First of all, they are so sweet. They will take care of a woman from head to toe. That is something that you will miss if the Pinoy man has gone out from a journey for quite sometime. Take note, I am talking about real love here. No hanky panky or anything like that. try it and you will see.

Second is responsibility. Kids are taken care and the house is neat. You will be surprised that they are good house-husbands. If the woman works, of course the Pinoy husband will take care of things.

Third is plan for the future. they plan accordingly what will happen for the next 3-5 or 10 years. planning is essential. Especially these days where anything is unpredictable.

So that is it. We are not the same like Japanese, Chinese, or any other Asian counterparts. We are Filipinos, and we take 'love' seriously.

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One woman told me that Filipinos are narcissistic, it is based on the latest survey held recently.
Sadly, I agree on this. Gone are the days that a Filipino man must serve and take care of a woman.
Now, sheeesh, I have one room mate who always checks on the mirror every minute!