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Nang Isang Hapon Sa Aking Buhay

Photo source: Nang isang hapon sa aking buhay Sa pagkahimbing, nagising na tunay Kaluluwang dati’y sa layaw ay patay Sa katwira’y bumangon, nagkaro’n ng saysay Ito’y nagsimula nang isang hapon din Nang ako’y ayain sa isang panuorin Upang tignan, usisain, kilatisin Isang mangangaral na bago sa paningin Nang ang telebisyon ay sadyang binuksan Iba’t-ibang mangangaral aming tinunghayan Sa kaisipang makinig, sila ay subukan Nguni’t ‘di nagtagal, iba’y dagling nilisan ‘Pagka’t ano ngang buti aming mapapala Kung sarili’t-sariling turo lang ang pangaral nila ‘Di ba’t madaming tao na ang nagsalita Aanhin namin kung ‘di Dios ang nagwika Kaya’t talapihitan ng telebisyon muli naming ipinihit At sa mangangaral na yao’y nagpasimulang makinig Dangan nga lamang dahil sa aking pagkagalit Dumoon sa isang sulok, humiga at pumikit Sapagka’t siya’y tila naging dahilan ng aming pagtatalo Ng tungkol sa relihiyon ng aking mahal na tito At minsan isang hapon, sa kadugo’y n

A Certain Thing I'm Thankful For

It’s hard writing how much Bro. Eli Soriano means to me. It will be his 50th birthday in the spirit come April 7 this year. And fathoming feelings of love and gratitude for a person as special as he is is never easy. Most certainly, such depths of emotion do not stem from fanaticism as some may easily and soullessly accuse me of. For if some take a great deal of joy hearing their religious leader greet them in their own tongue once in a while, how much more others whose preacher untiringly answers their scriptural queries and solves their spiritual problems, for free might I add? Nevertheless, this humble piece of writing is not one of contention, but of celebration. And as mentioned, of love and gratitude to a Filipino, a preacher, a leader like Bro. Eli Soriano.   Where It All Began   Thirteen years ago, my uncle brought me to this “magical” place called “Convention Center” in Apalit, Pampanga. In my head, it was the only term I could find to describe a place where p

Thanksgiving Roots And Fruits, In Summer And For All Seasons

One thing I'm giving thanks for? Knowing how to do it right. ♫ I know I had a wicked childhood, I know I had a miserable youth ♫ In the busy life of kids at school, summer time gives chance for reflection, introspection, and even reinvention. (Maybe at least during our time when mobile gadgets referred to items that only the armed forces or James Bond could get their hands on.) And being the "home-buddy" that I was, summer breaks from school became just that. Even as a child, we were taught at an early age about God. I've wondered about Paradise, and the question of whether there would be a sea there that I could explore or a sky where I could soar already played in my mind since I was a kid. But I was really disobedient and disrespectful to my parents at times. I cannot recall how many times I've made my mother and grandmother shout my name in piercing pitch and volume. Growing up, I guess I generally didn't know how to fit in so I

Don't Be Fooled On Any Day

The most popular theory behind April Fool's Day is the change from Julian to Gregorian calendar. 

 Originally, the Roman New Year fell on April 1. When it was changed to January 1st, anyone who celebrated it was laughed and played tricks upon. 

 The moral of the possible history lesson? It's best to base our dates and deeds from the Book of the Creator of time and good works! 

 And that's a fact. Source: Where Does April Fool's Originate?