Archive for November 2010
The Re-imagination of The Simpsons in AVATAR!!
So this is what I made out of the astounding "AVATAR Opening of The Simpsons".Here, you will see another version of what happened in the video.Because it is only here that Markable(me) is actually part of the opening of the hit TV series.Because of this I was inspired to do unofficial cameos on cartoons and tv shows.lol.
Warning: The comic you are about to read is not actually a comic but a re-imagination.lol.It contains languages not suitable for humans.(I used Na'vi language when they turned into Na'vi's).But don't worry I've had them translated!
Since I wasn't able to take good screencaps when Bart jumped down and took a flying sofa! Let's just jump over that and assume that Markable jumped over another and accidentally bumped into one and fell directly into the sofa Bart got and passed out!
I know you are curious on where and how I learned the Na' Vi language so if you really want me to teach you the Na'vi language (kä fɪt͡sɛŋɛ)!
All images used for the background is property of FOX Broadcasting Company!
Warning: The comic you are about to read is not actually a comic but a re-imagination.lol.It contains languages not suitable for humans.(I used Na'vi language when they turned into Na'vi's).But don't worry I've had them translated!
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| Trivia: Eek..doesn't mean anything! Markable is just familiarizing the Na'vi tone..eek! |
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| Translation: Homer: Ready! Markable: Attack! |
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| Homer: Fast! |
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Since I wasn't able to take good screencaps when Bart jumped down and took a flying sofa! Let's just jump over that and assume that Markable jumped over another and accidentally bumped into one and fell directly into the sofa Bart got and passed out!
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| This made the whole Simpsons family pissed! |
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| Markable: Sorry, my apologies. |
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| Markable: Here's a gift? Sorry? |
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| Markable: You, die! |
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| Fail! LOL. |
All images used for the background is property of FOX Broadcasting Company!
The Simpsons' "AVATAR" Opening!
If you want to watch the video where the Simpsons transformed into Na Vi's then you can hit play below!
And because of that, I got inspired to do an Avatar version of me! But let's go first with my Simpson version!
lol.Here's my version!
 This is me in the Simpsons! |  This is me in the Simpsons as a Na Vi from (Pandora) of "Avatar" |
I actually made a comic strip out of these two Markable fellas with the special participation of the characters from The Simpsons! LOL. Check back as soon as this afternoon because I might be able to finish it today.lol!
BTW, the first pic above is a teaser of the comic strip!
My First Week in the New School
So, I haven't been able to update this blog on a regular basis.Why, because there is so much to think about at school that it left me no time to publish anything on this blog.Not until now, Thank God It's Weekend! And I will do a weekend recap of my observations on my First Week in the New School!!
1st Day:
2nd Day:
3rd Day:
4th Day:
5th Day:
That's all for now! I'm tired - wahh.I'm sleepy. zZzZZ (-_-)
1st Day:
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New Polo! New Shirt! New Shoes! New Brief (LOLS)! New Me!!
It's first day of class and it was my first time to wear a uniform - or maybe it was the first time that
I was able to wear a DECENT ONE! I was really cautious every time I walk or sit down I always see to
it that it won't get dirty.And I've observed that, it wasn't just me who's kinda paranoid about getting
his uniform dirty - I bet, Just about everybody! Private School kasi.
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Walang Klase!
3rd Day:
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| That's me, Classmate 1 and Classmate 2.We're actually surprise of how easy the lessons are! We tackled about a simple "Hello World" program.The teacher explained each of it's parts and given that we're actually transferee's we can say "that's just a piece of cake". And not just that, even on my other subjects.Oh boy, it feels like I'm in high school.It might not be intellectually challenging but after having been to a school that would kill your brains - this is Heaven! The 3 of us were also the geeks of Accounting! lol |
4th Day:
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There is something strange about the 4th day.If I am not with my friends
who are also a transferee like me.It's like I am forced to smile or say Hi to people, especially with my new classmates
for no apparent reason.Well, I could say that I am a nice person but smiling all the time -WTF!
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It was Friday that I got the chance to get inside the library alone.Before that, my friends
told me to watch out for the "Nun/Librarian".They say she always look for something that would make you "get-the-hell-out-of-the-library". Matanda na raw kasi! Haha.When I got into the library, the coast was clear.No signs of the so acclaimed grumpy Nun around.
Then I started reading a random book until she came. There were 3 girl students on the other table.The Nun went to them , discussed something, scolded them and ask them to get out. One of the 3 girls went behind me to return the books and I asked her what's Sisters' problem? She told me they were just checking their time through the cellphone and poof! The nun started to give them some sermon and kicked them out of the library.
All of a sudden, I was the only student inside the library and the nun was on her way to the office.I started getting nervous.Afraid of what she have to say."Don't come near me or else...I'll run!".She was coming near me when I said that to my mind.Closer..now even closer..furious, smoking. she walks so fast as if she'd punch me when she reaches my place. And then, "WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed inside my mind.Whew! She just passed by me.
I eyed her and our eyes met.And nervously, I said "Good Afternoon Sistah!".Are nuns supposed to be nice? or at least seem nice? Well she could be but she just doesn't look nice - at all!
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That's all for now! I'm tired - wahh.I'm sleepy. zZzZZ (-_-)
Goodbye Old School, Hello NEW World!
Aside from bidding my Tatay a tearful Goodbye, I will be shedding tears for my school and my classmates as well. But the irony is that I'm the one who's leaving. In times of sorrow, especially when somebody bids farewell, most people think that they're the most hurt basically because they lost somebody. And later they will think that the one who left them will be happy wherever he/she maybe. And then they move on. That ends there! What a selfish thought!
Yes, that is partly true. However I think halfway through, the truth splits the pain into two. The pain of losing and the pain of leaving. Yes, it may not occur to you because you think being left behind by someone means everything already. But the truth is that, the pain the leaver will feel, hurts twice as much as to those who are being left. But I am not going to weigh who’s hurt the most in here. Because in the backend of all of these overly dramatic points in our lives; we’will all just wake up, a snap away from being spaced out, and the last thing we know - we are more than ready to move on.
And here I go, walking on another path in my life. Following where the arrows of life will lead me – following my dreams without anyone trying to drag me down to hell. But at heart I'm still an ICEAN, a Usepian, marked by my 2 and half years of stay. In fact my horns hasn't even vanished yet. But as of the moment, just let me be U-ICEAN.
A worry-free person, away from my academic frustrations back there, away from the insecurities I get whenever somebody looks down on me and say how pathetic I am, away from the scorching heat of the sun, away from the 1132 steps just to get up to room 505, away from the gazebo where most assignments are done, away from a few chosen psychopaths who thinks they teach so WELL! and to the plastics who fakes their thanks to these psychopaths so as not to look unworthy of getting passed and away from the people who believes,likes,misses,supports,programs,cries,laughs,11 to 7's,eats,prays,loves,sleeps,sweeps,sunggoes,get cincos and breathe USEP with me. (Well not totally away because I SHALL VISIT YOU WHEN I HAVE TIME!)
So to cut the drama off! let me just tell you this:
"You don't need LUCK! You don't need brains! You need Blessings - So, God Bless ya all!"
A worry-free person, away from my academic frustrations back there, away from the insecurities I get whenever somebody looks down on me and say how pathetic I am, away from the scorching heat of the sun, away from the 1132 steps just to get up to room 505, away from the gazebo where most assignments are done, away from a few chosen psychopaths who thinks they teach so WELL! and to the plastics who fakes their thanks to these psychopaths so as not to look unworthy of getting passed and away from the people who believes,likes,misses,supports,programs,cries,laughs,11 to 7's,eats,prays,loves,sleeps,sweeps,sunggoes,get cincos and breathe USEP with me. (Well not totally away because I SHALL VISIT YOU WHEN I HAVE TIME!)
So to cut the drama off! let me just tell you this:
"You don't need LUCK! You don't need brains! You need Blessings - So, God Bless ya all!"
Goodbye Old School, Hello New World!
How do you Outsmart the Threats of Commute in Manila?
Yeah, Like really? How do you Outsmart the Threats of Commute in Manila? I've been to the big city a couple of weeks ago for WordCamp and our Institute's Fieldtrip & Seminars.And I must say Manila isn't a safe place to stay.I've heard that a couple of times coming from my Mom,my Dad, my Grandma, my Aunt and even from my cat.lol.And have been hearing that even when I was already in Manila.Even when I call home, they'd always remind me of that over and over again.(Except for my cat -he can't reach the phone.Haha!)
And I believe you need it too.Most especially if you live in Metro.The most predominant threat in commuting in Manila is that you'll have your goods snatched and have your pockets being picked.On my other LRT ride I chance upon this warning:
So that's it! the next time you'd be riding on an LRT or a Taxi just do any of the aforementioned procedures and get the best out of your every trip - SAFETY.
P.S. Yes, Kuya Jehz's Blue Stickman did an unofficial cameo from above.lol.I included it since I coincidentally chanced upon his months old post about his wallet being stolen from the lrt(Puyat) which is by coincidence, the one I and (the blogger on the twilight pic above) ride on into.
If you've read my blog post about my encounter with the goddamn taxicab driver you couldn't agree more with what I have said.There are though a few places right there where you'd feel safe in a way.But when you're commuting, wandering around metropolis, passing from a skyscraper to another -that's definitely another story.So hear me say, here's my story. .
I stayed in Manila for more than a week.Hmm.9 days to be precise.From 1st of October up to the 9th.And on the first day, I had my very first LRT experience.To be honest nothing really happened there.I was just so happy that I got the chance to ride it for the first time.But my mind as well as my eyes wandered around a bit.I was thinking, what are these people around me thinking? May be problems from home? perhaps love life? Then I started giving them hurried glances one by one.
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| "Sex, Money, Sex, Money, Cat!". (Yeah! just like the restaurant scene from Twilight.lols) (And if you knew me personally, you may know who's on my left from the illustration above.) Which is which? Who says money, who says sex and what is "S"? LOL. You decide! ;-P |
And then I paused.The train dramatically stopped (char!).Five random people got inside, the one in red stood just right next to me(Yeah.It's my first time and I was standing.crap!).He looked suspicious.Then I looked to my right and saw a teacher with a student on her right(perhaps her daughter).The girl next to her stood up and went out of the train.Then the man in front of them (Hoodlumy-looking, in black, in shades, with a fat thick mustache - he was rather suspicious) got seated right next to them.The teacher gave the man a stare and then gestured an embrace to her daughter.They embraced.
The lady(a white sales lady) in front of them (I mean, the teacher/student/man) embraced her bag as well.With this sort of kinda a reflex reaction/defense mechanism whatsoever! I got nervous and firmly grasped my travel bag even when it's already stuck in between my feet.Then came the word "SECURITY" inside my mind.Being secured, secured of my life and properties.It's really important.So much for the story I know it's really boring.Haha!
Security is perhaps one of the most essential thing to have in this world.Without it you can't do anything.You can't do anything because you're scared of doing things.But how can you have or at least feel secured while exploring the city of Manila? Simple.Be SMART! Outsmart the Threats of Commute in Manila.Here's how.
Be Aware
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| Be Aware - Be vigilant.If you see a suspicious looking guy, always eye on them. But sometimes Looks are deceiving so it is best to look the people who are close to you! |
Be Ready
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| I would assume that everybody had been a scouter from way back high school or elementary -so dapat "Laging Handa". |
Be Naughty
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| Hmm..you can do this just to let time pass by.Do this when you're bored! lol People, most of the time do this just inside their minds. Yes! I could read minds but if you're brave enough - do it just the way I did(see pic above). |
Be Nice
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| People will be nice at you if you look nice to them too.Even with snatchers or people-who-look-like-snatchers - be nice to them! - (Yeah, I also noticed something went wrong in the illust. but just never mind! I can't edit it anymore [here's why!]) |
Be Smart
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| This is probably the best and the most readily-available solution (without making fool of yourself) in order to Outsmart the threats of commute in Manila. You can't choose people who you'd be with while commuting . So it is best to use Pacsafe products since it was built for your own safety and most especially for your properties safety. But you first need to buy this - or better yet join Kuya Melo's contest like what this post was sign in to! Bloggers join kayo. It's best to invest any of Pacsafe products primarily because Imma goin to be a traveler in the near future. That's why I really, really need it! |
And I believe you need it too.Most especially if you live in Metro.The most predominant threat in commuting in Manila is that you'll have your goods snatched and have your pockets being picked.On my other LRT ride I chance upon this warning:
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| I know it's blurred.But 2 things to note about this warning: First, Pickpockets are predominant and perhaps the number 1 threat in Metro.Second, most of pickpocket-errrs! are women. (Whatta Shame!) |
That's why you and I also needs to invest for a TourSafe Wallet!
So that's it! the next time you'd be riding on an LRT or a Taxi just do any of the aforementioned procedures and get the best out of your every trip - SAFETY.
Markable in PIXELS!
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| Yes! Yes! I've finally reached a thousand visits! Thank you friends. But then I'm back from being Pixelated. I lost all my Adobe Master Suite Collection Cs4 products which my friend installed on my Laptop.Apparently we weren't able to find any serial key so I opted to avail the 30 day trial.But then, all of a sudden, I found a so acclaimed working serial key online and entered it.And what happened next is that my Adobe Softwares have gone out somewhere and left me with a message "You're 30 day Trial has expired! |
10 Filipino Superstitious Beliefs during Wakes
To have lived in an archipelagic country who boasts not only distinct cultures but mind boggling mysteries has probably opened our minds to test some mere probabilities. And when it has been heard to be probable – we consider it, adopt it until it is being passed through from generations to generations. This is probably the case with Filipino superstitious beliefs – just because you’ve learned or in most cases have heard that something is prohibited somewhere for whatever reason, you’d apply it as well.
I have listed down 10 Filipino Superstitious Beliefs during Wakes. (Read on Below!)
You can justify that during wakes. When someone visits and noticed that you did something which he/she may have heard to be improper – they’d tell you that and you’d just nod and say, “Really? But why?” and what’s worse is that the response you are likely to get is a brow-raising “Because that’s what they all say!?” But did you even bother to confirm to whether it is authentic or not? The answer is a big No! You are likely to fell on the booby-trap and just believe it for whatever reason. But really, why is that? It could be answered in psychology or perhaps by Filipino idiosyncrasy. But I believe, we most of the time just fall for it simply because that’s what they ALL say! (I hope you get what I meant) But in case you did not just read on.
We are deluded upon thinking that something is right or is probable because of the word “ALL”. Accept it or not but we Filipinos have this “Stick-where-most-people-are” mentality. Then the next time you’d encounter people doing what you did which is allegedly improper during some occasion you’d inform them as well. Just like rumours and hearsays, it is being passed, it goes in waves, travels from miles and miles and the result is viral.
We Filipinos have a lot of superstitious beliefs during some important events in our life. Most if not all of it has something to do with death, the dead and even sometimes with the living dead. These beliefs are mostly being noted during wakes. And with wakes lasting at most 9 days, there are so many things to watch about because it has been considered to be written under the “Don’ts” list from back then.
And since my “Tatay” (What I call my Grandpa) just passed away. And as of typing this I’m actually the only person with eyes wide open looking after the lies of my grandfather lying comfortably on the usual white with simple strokes of gold casket.
I have listed down 10 Filipino Superstitious Beliefs during Wakes. (Read on Below!)
1. Bawal Maligo (Taking a Bath is Prohibited) – this is actually the most common to all. I would assume that every Filipino knows this one and that’s precisely why it’s first on my list. The reason behind this, according to my Mom is “I don’t know”.LOL. But if I’ve guess it right – it’s because most of people who are present during wakes does not get any decent sleep at all. And when you don’t get enough sleep – you won’t be allowed to take a bath because it will cause eye damage or any other health concerns. This belief usually takes place in a traditional setting of a Filipino wake – when it’s held just inside the house. Today, the modernized version of wakes is usually held in a funeral house or chapel. And every family member will have the chance to skip the superstition. Therefore they will have the chance to get a bath because the lies of their loved one are not inside their house. This may depend also if they will take turns, sleep before taking a bath and all.
2. Bawal Ang Nakapula (Wearing Red is prohibited) - we Filipinos believes that every colour has its own meaning. During wakes or burials we usually flaunt our grievance by wearing black and acceptance for white. And wearing brightly-colored clothing during wakes is considered to be flaunting the otherwise. When I asked my Grandma about this she didn’t actually knew it. She said its okay people can’t do anything with what color of shirt you’re wearing. *We live in a democratic country anyway* Well I was told by someone from way back high school not to wear RED because it’s a sign of happiness. I was already at the wake when they told me about it and so I immediately went back home and changed. (See? I was right we easily fall into these stuffs).Haha! But I further seek for answers and I asked my Auntie about it and she said my initial assumptions were right wearing brightly colored shirts might say you’re actually happy than sad.
3. Bawal Magpasalamat (Saying thank you is prohibited) – this is the most puzzling one. Well I respond “thanks” to everyone who says their condolences for our family. But I didn’t know that it’s somewhat not right to say thank you in response. Well in a way, for some reasons, I’ve had doubts upon saying thanks or even liking every comment on facebook extending their sincerest condolence for me and my family. It could have been caused by having heard this one before. Now I’m baffled. When you say Thank You to someone who says their sincerest condolence to you – is it like saying you’re sort of happy? And if you don’t say Thank You wouldn’t it be so rude of you? Looking back, the “Thank You” I said to everyone has now sounded as if I owe them something or just like the ordinary thanks which is the result of happiness. But if you are to say Thank You for Coming or Thank You for the Support –then I don’t see anything wrong with that. So to all that I’ve just responded with a simple yet thought-provoking phrase “Thank you”, allow me to continue “Thank you for the care and support”.
4. Bawal kumain ng Gulay(No to Vegies) – I’m not sure how this thing applies with vegetarians but since most Filipinos are not of that type, then this applies to most. It’s actually the 2nd day of my Grandpa’s wake today and since the other night, all we kept eating was meat either souped or fried for the main and side dishes. When I ask my Mom about it she said that it’s because if you cook veggies especially leafy and vine-y vegetables, you would have to tear them out of their stems and all that. And the same thing would reflect on your family, if you do so – your family will also be torn apart, each family member will die one by one.
5. Bawal Magwalis (Sweeping the Floor is Prohibited) – There’s nothing wrong with weeping. But there’s definitely something wrong with sweeping. The reason behind this is just the same as #4; if you try to sweep according to the elders, your family will get swept also. In other words, all of you will die at the same time if you insist.
6. Bawal ang Chicken! (No Chicken Meal) – If you thought what I meant about chicken is that nobody’s allowed to chicken out when you see ghosts, then you’re right. But that doesn’t have anything to do in this pinoy superstition I’m going to talk about here at #6. Or maybe perhaps just a little bit. From the subtitle itself, it’s pretty obvious that this is one of the prohibited foods to eat during wakes. Aside from veggies, you’re also not allowed to eat chicken. I asked, again, my Grandma about it and had an “I don’t know” response in return. Nobody in the family even knows why? But they are moved to have believed in it – and that there’s nothing wrong with following what was told by our ancestors than regret in the end. After a few queries and analysis, it is believed that if you eat chicken you'd be able to see ghosts.Why? because chicken's are the only edible animals who could allegedly see ghosts.
7. Hindi Pwedeng Walang Hindi Gising (There should always be someone AWAKE in the family!) – Sabi nga ni Kuya Germs, “Walang Tulugan”.Lintik na! There should always be someone who looks after the lies of the deceased. They believe that when nobody looks after it, the dead will rise up and will get eaten by a zombie-like monster, and will be replaced by a banana trunk inside the coffin!! I think they call it bal-bal or something.
8. Dapat Hawakan ang Kabaong (You should have touched the coffin before you leave the wake) – This mostly apply to the visitors (or echoseros – mga taong nakikikape at biskwit lang).Sorry I don’t have an English translation for the tagalong slang “echosero” but they come in different meanings anyway. And if you happen to visit the wake, you should have been able to touch the coffin or otherwise the soul will follow you. This actually has another requirement. If you leave and the soul is following you because you did not touch the coffin – you have to go to some other place than going directly at home. That way you can lose the souls track on you and you will be able to prevent him/her from getting the soul of one of your love ones
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9. Pag may bumahing kurutin agad – My cousin has only told me of this. Thanks, Darling! She said that during the wake of her cousin (mother’s side) when she sneezed in front of the coffin she got pinched by her Aunt. Because it is believed that when someone sneezes you should pinch them or else they will be the next one to die.
10. Ang kaluluwa raw ng isang tao ay bumabalik sa ikatlong araw matapos siyang mamatay. (The soul of the deceased returns on the third day after death.) – Today is actually the third day after my Tatay’s death. I’m actually looking forward to feel his ghostly presence today. So as I could promise him that, I will take good care of grandma now that she’s alone. I’m not really scared of ghost, at least not yet. But to see or for the very least just to feel my grandpa’s presence is somewhat rewarding already and a remarkable experience.
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| Sorry for the image - I drew this through MSpaint. I lost all my Adobe products! I need your help - please?? |
This is not the first time that I have learned about these stuffs. And I assume, the one who’s reading this knows quite some few of them too. This list is open for any additional Pinoy superstition you knew and might just want to share – so just jump over the comments section below because I’d like to hear what you have to say!
My Dearest "Tatay" Passed Away on All Saints' Day
"Life is about change, sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's beautiful but most of the time it's both."
This is by far one day I wouldn’t forget. If there’s anyone who truly believed in me, it was him. If there’s anyone who does not question what I could do, it was him. It was only him who never doubts in saying I could do many great things at my age. I grew up knowing that he is my “Tatay”, and yes I call him “Tatay”. I grew up knowing that in every hair that I could pull out of his chin is worth one peso (here's a sidestory post from last year). I grew up knowing that in every morning I have someone to ask for a baon. I grew up knowing that when I ran out of good shoes, he’d let me borrow his and in the end of the day he’d just laugh at me when I return them as if I’ve walked for thousands of miles. He is the Tatay I would ask permission first wherever and when I will go to some place. The Tatay, I would first greet when I return home. That very strict Tatay who I’ve been always scared of. The protective Tatay who kills cockroaches with his magic tsinelas. That grumpy old guy who gets angry when (we as children) plays hide and seek inside the house. That guy who always reminds me to switch off the light in the restroom after use. That Tatay who gets mad at me whenever I fail to close the back door. The guy who doesn’t like most of our cats except for SnowBell, Chippy and Puss. The only reason why we always go to the beach in the month of January (except this year).That guy who always ask me to buy only a “lion-tiger” katol. The Tatay who always ask when I will be graduating. The Tatay who’d give me a pack of peanuts every time he arrives home after watching movies on Tuesdays. That great Tatay who I truly love. And I can’t believe that one person who’s there when my day starts and end is now leaving me.
Where else have you heard about spending Nov. 1 at home because somebody just died in the family? Bad Timing they say. Well I certainly believed not. My Tatay is a strict grandfather to all his grandchildren. He’s the kind of guy who weighs things that could become beneficial to all of us. “Tatay, you must be kidding me”. Up to the last point in his life, all he might have been thinking of is us. Yes, us. My Dad is jobless and my uncles don’t have any stable jobs either, and yes I’m shouting to the world that I came from a poor family.Yesterday, he asked my grandma if there’s anything wrong if there’s going to be a wake on All Saints Day. My Grandma got bothered by the question and answered him, “Maybe”. Apparently he knew he’s going to bid goodbye to all of us. But now I realized that he weighed things out all before his death. In a way or another I know he did. He must have thought of something like “If I die tomorrow, it’s going to be memorable since its all saints day. My death date is going to be significant and II won’t be forgotten. And they won’t even have to spend that much.”
He was rather being practical considering that his children especially my Dad has nothing much to shell out when anything happens. He did not even want to go to the hospital. Yesterday, he was complaining about the cold, and my Uncle even kidded him “Should we call 911 or take you to the hospital now?” He took it seriously, gave an excuse and refused to be treated in the hospital. Yesterday, he prepared his entire Identification cards and asked my grandma to keep them all intact in one place. He buckled the belt on his pants which he hanged on the wall. He asked my little sister to pluck the hair aroundAgain, he knows it was his time. Funny how we didn’t notice those were the signs. Pretty obvious and predictable when heard, very touching when realized. That is definitely how to say Goodbye.
If I only got the chance to talk to him yesterday I may have been able to connect the dots. From the statements I’ve said above, you might be wondering why I didn’t have the chance to talk to him. Haha. All of those were just stories I’ve heard from my Lola. But where was I? Where had I been yesterday? I was at home. It was just an ordinary day. I wake up around 12 noon. That’s the problem with me, I wake up too late. Then around 2 pm or something, I together with the rest of the family members (mother’s side) went to People’s Park to have fun and all that. I didn’t really have so much fun yesterday to the extent that it’s worth replacing with tears. I believe no fun moment should equal to cries but they have this sort of kinda warning or something that after fun and laughter, sorrow comes. We arrived home around 7 pm, and I slump on bed as I reach it and slept until 1 o’clock. So that gives me “no time” to talk to him at all, Yesterday. Well I saw him though; when I went to the bathroom to take a bath I passed by him while he’s watching TV.
But today, November 1, 2010 marks one significant time in the years that I will be living this planet. As what I’ve mentioned above, I slept around 7 yesterday and woke up around 1 o’clock. I wake up that early because I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping. I don’t know why, it must have been the goddamn 4 years old electric fan. It just can’t reach me – It just can’t. Then I decided to go online, updated my Facebook account, gave my crush a hint that I had a crush on her via Plurk, did some link building for another movie blog, tweaked the php’s of my wordpress themes, did some css to increase the ctr of my adsense on blogspot, written one tech article – I wasn’t really that productive,Haha! But around 3:30, I started having this weird feeling. Not that it gave me any hint that something’s going to happen but with Badat (our dog - nevermind the name :p) started barking out loud.Err. I did not feel comfortable at all.I was writing then so I almost snapped a nerve and would have gone out and made him shut up until my grandma shouted “Edwin”. My Dad’s name. I startled, I instantly got this heavy feeling that something just happen. My Dad immediately wakes up and went downstairs to check what the problem is. I stood up as well and followed my Dad. I was on the door, when I heard the noise the door downstairs generates. And I thought, maybe Grandma’s going to open the store or something and she needed some help. But when I got on the stairs, with a slight surprise, grandma said my grandpa’s Dying and that he was calling my Dad when she noticed my grandpa catching his breath.
You might be wondering why my “Tatay” did not call my Lola’s name and instead my Dad. It’s because when he needs to do something, like go to the bathroom, he’d ask my Dad to take him there. He can’t walk through the bathroom because he has to climb up two blocks of cement before he could reach it, the way is quite narrow and he walks like a robot(I’m not kidding) so it’ll be hard for him if he’ll do it all by himself. That’s why he needed a strong man to assist him because he’s really one tall guy and heavy too. It was my Dad, which I think was his favourite.
Because of all his children, it was only my Dad and us, who stayed and lived with him. The rest, separated houses, started their own family somewhere and all. So if there’s going to be anybody or anyone who’d cried out in as much as my grandma did, it was us – but so far my Grandma and I are competing for the most of number of bucket-of-tears award.lol. But honestly, I’m a really touchy person. Even some awful Filipino movies could make me breakdown into tears at times. In fact, I was the first one to cry. It was my first time to see a dying person, and not only a person but a very loving person have I called “Tatay”.
“Tay, wake up! Wake up!” I cried.
“Lord, please don’t take him away from us just yet.”
“God, why?”
“Tatay, *sobs*, Tay, Tatay”.
“This is not happening *washes his face* Noooooohhh”.
Then my grandma told me to call my Uncle nextdoors. When I returned, my Lola was pumping his chest hoping that he’d still be able to survive. Then my Dad went right next to him, checked his pulse, firmly grasped his shoulders and said “Wala na si Tatay” (Tatay’s Gone).
Then I started to put off a melodramatic scene which in my mind was like one of those crying-to-someone-who-just-passed-away scenes from Teleseryes (TV Shows). This time it was real and it was me who quickly hugged my Tatay and shouted “I love you Tay, I love you Tay, you take note of that. I love you and I’m so sorry for everything, I love you Tatay. Tay Please come back if you still can”. Shouldn’t it be my grandma who’s probably saying that but she was so quite while watching me breakdown into tears. My Dad cried and so did my Aunt, my Uncle, my Mom and my Grandma and then the rest of the children. I hugged her, wanted to comfort her because just the thought that you lose the one you love (that someone who she spent most of her life with through all the obstacles in life) is killing me. How much more with my Grandma?
After that, I was tasked to contact all the relatives. I went outside to check if there’s any nearby store open to reload but there was none. So I walked a thousand steps from home until I reach a convenience store, downtown. Yes, I just walked together with my sis. Then I made it, I was able to contact our relatives except for my Lolo’s family back from his Hometown in Pavia, Iloilo.
Ramon Cabrera, age 77, was born and raised in Pavia Iloilo. He went to different places around Mindanao and found his one true love, my Grandma, Dominga de Guzman Cabrera. Got married and got settled here in Davao City. Had 6 children, 17 grandchildren and lived a life miles away from his parents, siblings and the rest of his Family back there.
He was that brave, that strong to have stood up on his own and created his own family. He was that man, the tallest in the family, the strongest and perhaps the most disciplined.
So what I did was I tried my luck and sent a personal message to everyone with the surname, Cabrera, Limoso who lives in Iloilo via Facebook. So far I received no response! My aunt sent a message via LBC though so we’re hoping to hear from them ASAP.
The sun came out but the sky seemed to sympathize with us and shed some tears....I couldn't write anymo
Here's something for you Tatay!!
