12 Seconds - The Little Match Girl

A little bit of warmth,
A little spark of light,
For a poor broken girl
On a cold winter night.

A stick to start a fire;
A sun for the lark;
An innocent's desires;
Apparitions in the dark.

Stampede

The incident last Saturday afternoon still bothers me. Who would think a simple game show (Wowowee) would turn into such a tragedy? But after all, it wasn't just a simple game show, it was those people's hope.
Everybody came there to have fun, celebrate, and hopefully bring something home to their families.

When I opened the TV this morning, the first thing I saw was the Sunday mass homily on ABS-CBN. Everybody who attended wore white and had gloomy faces. The priest told a heartwarming speech about the tragedy and remarked that we probably question our responsibility in what happened. The answer he says was in a question Ignatius of Loyola asked: "What have I done for Christ(them)? What am I doing for Christ(them)? What ought I to do for Christ(them)?"
It is not just in our actions, but in our inaction.
It is in our immersion, not innocence, that we can be proud of ourselves.

Sana lang we remember to be sympathetic, the world has become numb of its wounds. The government is now "finding the facts"; in my opinion, finding someone to blame! Of course it is necessary to find the people who are really responsible for the deaths of our brothers and sisters, but the real investigation should ask, Why has this happened? Could it be that these people are gambling their lives in front of our very eyes just to win some sense of self-worth in a material world, while we are doing nothing about it?

Hope we spend even a little time and offer a sincere prayer for our brothers and sisters, and for their families as well. Let us make their deaths meaningful.

O.o

In Memoriam

A candle burning
Softly into the darkness
of sadnss,
despair.

They swarm;
moths to a flame

archetypes

A mother is someone who does what she thinks is right for you. She bathes and clothes you with the love that even though you disagree with her oftentimes, she would always be your home.

A father is someone who sends you out into the world with a body, a soul... and a luggage full of pride. He constantly boasts of your achievements to his “beerkadas”

A child is person who makes your day both heaven and hell. A child's smile will brighten the most destitute; his/her nagging would tire the most patient nun.

A hero is a person who puts down his/her fears for someone else, even if that someone else is someone he hates. He is the brave soul who holds his fear as if it were his weapon.

A shadow is an impression of an object against light. It is the symptom of the irregularity and duality of life: it is the art created by the light and its absence.

An animus is the protector in every person’s soul. He is the bold and proud lion king. He would fight for his pride; possessive he will always be.

An anima is the heart...where all emotions take toll. She is the mother, the sister and wife we all are to ourselves. She cries the sorrows, embraces the pains, and washes the dishes.