When she looks at me
I know the girl sees things
Nobody else can see
All of the secret fears inside
And all the craziness I hide
She looks into my soul
And reads me like nobody can
And she doesnt judge the man
She just takes me as I am
(chorus)
Come what may, she believes
And that faith is something
Ive never known before
Come what may, she loves me
And that love has helped me open a door
Making me love myself a little more
When I turn away
She knows those are the times
Theres nothing she can say
Nothing that anyone can do
And so she lets me live it through
And when Im in my darkest hour of uncertainty
She just simply lets me be
And goes right on loving me
(repeat chorus)
And when it seems my dreams
Have all slipped through my fingers
When they just cant be found
I turn around and there they are
Shining in her eyes
(repeat chorus)
- By Air Supply -
This is my first post that bears a Tagalog title. For those who do not understand my native language, the word means "godchild". This refers to me being a "godfather" to a child through the sacrament of baptism. My Catholic faith gives a stronger meaning to this word. Being a godfather does not only refer to the voluntary obligation of providing a gift to the child during special occasions. A godfather (or a godparent) should be responsible in leading the child in his Christian life. Next to the real parent, a godparent can act as a guaranteed substitute in case the child became an orphan.
Hmmm… am I making sense? I might need to start building an orphanage considering the growing number of my godchildren. Hahaha.. Here's the list. In parenthesis are the names of their respective parents to whom I am related with.
01. JR (inday)
02. Klang (ana)
03. Ahad (ruby)
04. Pipay (sammy)
05. Ice (ian)
06. Waki (wendell)
07. Faye (ernest)
08. Max (helen)
09. Enzo (jonard)
10. Angel (lisa)
11. KC (alan)
12. Nathan (cocoy)
13. James (joy)
14. Kyle (faith)
15. Bebang (joel)
16. Bentong (joan)
17. Zachari (rocky)
18. MJ (michaela)
Anyway, this article will serve as a living document which I can refer and edit whenever I need to add a name in the list. Ey..circle of life… I was once a godchild too.
"I've been in love before. It's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."
Something for valentines day taken from Paulo Coelho's "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept".
I had been spending extra online hours lately in browsing the coconuter website. This site is about the quest of a young Fil-Am who gave up everything he has in the first-world-US to live in a third-world-Philippines. He was once featured in ABS-CBN's Nagmamahal Kapamilya. But, I had only managed to visit this website when it was recently featured in Studio 23's Digital Tour.
The coconuter is not advocating any cause oriented projects, nor any social works that help aleviate the poor and needy. Perhaps, his story will just inspire everyone especially Filipinos about the serenity of living a simple life and unconditionally loving the country as well.
Personally, I am not driven by his will to stay in this country for good because I have this plan of leaving the Philippines in the immediate future. Instead, I am inspired by his strong conviction to follow what he wanted to do despite all the odds, hardships, trials and empty pocket.
This article is my little way of helping him in his mission. There is a link in his site that provides details on how you can provide financial assistance or whatever. His URL is http://coconuter.blogspot.com.
Since the time I started blogging, I have this urge to write something about Baguio. I've been telling some of my friends that when I retire, I want to see myself settling in this place. I want Baguio to be my retirement home. Anyway, I know that it will still take a number of decades before it happens.
Aside from the lucious scenery and cold weather, one of the facts I like about Baguio are the taxi drivers. There are two reasons which I myself can testify. First, they don't choose their passengers. You will never have a hard time getting a cab and worry if the driver will ever allow you to get a ride. Second, they give back your change up to the last centavo. They exactly charge their passengers based on what the meter reads.
I wish taxi drivers in MM could be able to immitate them. I wish.
