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Mothers and Christmases

A bowl of my mother’s sweet spaghetti brings me back to my early childhood Christmases when life was much simpler and her sweet spaghetti was all I would look forward to on a Christmas Day. Today, life is much more complex, I look forward to bigger things, often (and guiltily) wanting more than what I deserve. Today, I am thankful for Christmas (and my mother’s sweet spaghetti) for reminding me that I can be a kid again and life can get simple at least once in a year.

There’s nothing very uncommon about the ingredients she uses – pork, a few bits of hotdog, banana ketchup, cheap cheddar and pasta (two packs you can buy for the price of one – every store has some kind of a promo), but mothers have this thing about their hands that everything they put together turns out to be something really special.




Asinan (Salt Factory)


This is how salt is produced in Anda, Pangasinan, Philippines. When the sun fully dries the sea water contained in these man-made ponds into salt, it will be scraped off, held into sacks and stored in these small huts until small trucks pick them up for delivery to towns and cities. Salt-making provides living not only to many of Anda’s folks but to rest of Pangasinan’s.

We passed by this quaint asinan (salt factory) on our way to Anda’s Tondol White Beach, one of the North’s unpopular but absolutely gorgeous beaches.

Pangasinan is a province situated at the Northern, mountainous region of the Philippines and its name translates to “The Land of Salt”.

I have never really

thanked you
for letting me into
your life
without reservations
or asking anything in return
and you should know
that no one
ever dared to do
anything like it before
your kindness healed me
and made me turn to
a certain hopeful
my life’s once
in an undeserving place
until you held me
with your arms
and picked me up
and convinced me
that life wants me too
you made me see
how selfish I had been
for constantly searching
errors in beauty
for trying so hard to find
sadness in every opportunity
for closing every door
happiness knocks on
and for believing
death was the only escape
while I could see
with my own eyes
how had life
been way more unforgiving for you
than it would ever be for me
since then I wondered,
how I could take you away
from all the pain life has to offer
and I thought of a perfect plan:
As you read this
there is something
you should know
there is nothing else
I would ever desire
to do than be with you
to hold you, protect you
to my last breath
until we part on this earth
and meet again
on the other side

Your love has set me free.

Have you been

By love so strong
It breaks you
As it hits you
Scarring you
To the bones
Have you been
In a cage so cruel
Suffocating, strangulating
From ceiling
To the floor
Have you been
By a thousand
Unlawful lashes
Skin after skin
Drops after sad
Pitiful drops of blood
I had no choice too
As I succumbed
To the feat of
My fear
It seems endless
and you just want to let go
but you can’t
but you sure are held
and no matter
how painful
You just want to go on

They say stars

Are a place
Where angels dwell
A thousand
And glowing wings
Within the hypnotizing
Angels sing
They zoom into
Clouds of different
They visit the moon
To give it a kiss
To carress
And nurture it
During its
Mighty solitude
They feed on the calmness
Of the evening wind
The silence
Gives them sanity
And serenity
Gives them wit
They say they celebrate
The beauty of every song
The words,
They constantly long
They say when
Gravity’s pulling
Too strong
They hold their
Heads up
They do not bow down
They soar
Many times
I wished stars
Were a place
For someone like me
To be among
And be as free

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Nobody knew it would rain

Not as hard, at least. The day before was a sunny one. I remembered myself taking photos of the clouds from the bus window, admiring their beauty and serenity.

“Here we go,” she said, rather excitedly. My thought was startled by her loud voice. It’s always been that loud ever since I could remember. Some found it angry-sounding; she’s always thought to be a cruel woman. But she wasn’t. that’s just how she naturally spoke. And people kept on judging her, and not only on the sound of her voice. We disembarked the bus we sat in for almost two hours and headed to her sister’s home where everyone was excitedly waiting for our arrival. It was no ordinary day after all. There were food (lots of them), happy people, and a promise of a good day.

The town was lively. People were everywhere, go to and fro places, busy greeting one another. The air around people celebrating fiestas was refreshing. And her eyes showed excitement she would always have over visiting people she loved. She brought a friend with us. They planned to take a tour to the famous perya and have a little bit of fun. That’s what she’d long for – fun, after long weeks of working in and out of the house in an urban, dirty place she called home.

The day progressed and all went as expected. She was smiling, showing the gaps on her teeth. here eyes had a glow different from what she’d have. She enjoyed her day very much. At night, we had to go home and say so long to the place that brought her joy even for just a day.

The next day, we woke up, at home, and the rain was pouring. The air was cold and was a relief from the humid air we’d normally have. I told her the good news – I got the job I’ve been wanting for so, so long. She put down her cup of coffee to cry tears of happiness. It’s been more of her dream than mine and whatever excitement I felt when my boss officially told me I got it was no match from the immeasurable joy I felt seeing her happy. She kissed me on both cheeks and right then I promised myself that I’d do all I could to keep the job and make her prouder.

No one knew though her cat would die minutes after. A car drove by the font of our house and hit the poor cat while hurried crossing. Scene was disgusting. I gagged when I say the animal’s head crushed and missing an eye ball.

She hurriedly ran to confront the driver who killed the cat. Her tears mixed with rain drops on her face.

“I loved her, didn’t you see she was pregnant?”

I had to pull her off of the driver’s face to have her come back into our house.

I flashed the driver an look that could have killed him. As we walked away I wished him death for what he did – making my mother cry.