Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

Si Nanay Tess



Nanay Tess was born on June 6, 1938 in Bacolod City. She is the second of four siblings. While she has remained single all her life, she rarely feels lonely; rather, she invests her spare time in various activities such as photography, collecting cards and photos, crocheting, gardening, reading the Bible and various other Christian texts, watching televison (usually telenovelas and Maalaala Mo Kaya), and playng Scrabbles.

She is a very pious woman, whose persona has been wholly committed to God. As a retired minister, Nanay Tess enjoys mingling with young adults, usually with women, with whom she converses about the Protestant ministry. In their meetings, Nanay Tess delights in bringing some of her favorite food: hard boiled eggs, arroz valenciana, dilis, squid, adobo, laswa, and her most preferred dessert, Graham icebox cake.

It was in the year 2007 when Nanay Tess was diagnosed with kidney failure, which eventually led to other organ malfunctions. Once, she had fallen victim to a heart attack, and has grown brittle and "very sick" since. Upon learning her condition, she claims to have had mixed reactions, usually that of fear, insecurity, and even anxiety.

In struggling with her condition, Nanay Tess was given a multitude of precautions, which were usually sets of "dont's". She was not allowed to carry heavy materials, nor indulge in strenuous activities that would stress her out. Her hi-fiber and low-fat intake was adjusted up a notch, which completely changed her diet. If there was one thing that Nanay Tess misses doing - something that she used to do then, but cannot do now because of her condition - she claims that it is going to Church every Sunday. She also reminisces cleaning her yard and washing clothes, which she can't even do now since she is mostly kept to rest inside her home.

The three things that make Nanay Tess happiest in her life right now points to three simple hobbies, all of which tie her to her spiritual roots: the first is serving the Lord, followed by reading the Bible, and praying. She is most concerned about herself, and which roles she holds in the world right now. She is also concerned about her sickness, which she claims to bother her terribly these days. Lastly, she is also concerned about money, which is presently on the mind of everyone that she knows and loves.

"Fighting spirits", she claims, is the biggest challenge that she ever had to overcome. Coming from a religious background, she means this to be fighting her demons, or fighting obstacles and temptations. Every time she gets to that point in her life when she feels suffocated by all the bad things, she always returns to her God, and her faith remains powerful.

In answering the question of which thing in her life she is most proud of, she does not refer to any of her achievements; instead, she talks about her friend, Helen of whom she is most proud for taking care of her 24/7, and for showing the most concern over her status from the day she was hospitalized up to the present. She regrets though, that she had not been careful about her health: that she would drink soft drinks even with an empty stomach and that she would not eat on time. She says that if she could go back in time, she would tell her past self to be careful on becoming a workaholic lest she unknowingly abuses her health. And that, if there was one thing to really tell her younger version, who did not go into a lot of romantic ventures, it would be to "love yourself".

When asked how she sees herself five years hence, Nanay Tess does not hope any longer for a life extension. Instead, she feels that, any day now, it would be time. She believes that when that time comes, everything else would "feel great", for she will be "in the Lord's Place". These days, she just winds down by telling herself to take good care of herself by looking after her health through self discipline or self control. Her faith undyingly and passionately burns as each day, she patiently waits for her Lord to escort her to His Kingdom.

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Isinulat ko ang piyesang ito noong nakaraang semestre para sa isang proyekto sa kursong Psy101. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit nakaligtaan ko itong ipaskil dito. Noon, may rason ako, ngunit hindi ko na maalala ngayon. Pakiramdam ko, malaki ang utang na loob ko, at kahit na ipagsigawan ko iyon dito ngayon, hindi pa rin sapat upang mahilom ang papawiring nagkalat ng pighati sa mundong ito.

Sumalangit na si Nanay Tess nitong Pebrero. "Goodnight" ang salitang huli niyang binigkas.

Maraming salamat, Nanay Tess. Walang nang iba pa. Maraming, maraming salamat po. Nasa piling ka na ng iyong Minamahal.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The light was summoning
songs from lyres and harps. You
like the mother bird
distant from her offsprings,
flew to its suctions. But
it popped veins; not nurtured.

Why fly with it, blue bird?

Four pages of thirties.
The first of the seventh.
When hands stretch up northbound.
Earthly smell, budless seeds
wrote the lines we wasted,
mummed. I never knew you.

What pretty thoughts lingered
on that cherubic smile
when eyes strained you lifted
to hear the light calling?
Enchanted by your name,
you flew towards the glare.

With fingers trembling you
sealed yourself in Paris
pumped across the drizzle
like a wildfire blazing.
Faster and hotter you
curled bigger and darker -

A balloon in your head
'Til the life it contained
Rebelled from its shackles
'Til the heart is a prune;
the love enclosed submerged
by the blunder of light.

Alas! thunder flooded
and rain boomed heavily.
Nostalgic bits spilling
onto the cold, hard gray.
All you are, all you were
Delivered to the throne.

Why had you flown away?
What from were you running?
To whom were you running?
All the lines that matter
remain like budless seeds
between the earthly smell.

The light has dimmed itself
since it called and up you
went instead. Inferior,
trembling like a thief caught,
flooding eternity
while you flapped towards it.

You kept the world hidden
from the smile we will not
forget. Now up you go,
Color all hopeless tears.
With harps and lyres, fly high
Like a blue eagle, fly high

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Overpass, UP Gym

Mahirap pumasok sa eskwelahan
nang umaalingawngaw sa aking isipan
ang imahe ng iyong katawan
na nakaratay sa tapat ng overpass
na aking inaakyatan sa tuwing ako'y papasok sa eskwela.
Ang swimming pool sa PE 103 ay nagmistulang dugo
na kumalat sa semento
kung saan ka lumagpak.
Ang pahina ng kwaderno ay puti -
matingkad parang nang bangkay
na sumalubong pagbaba ko mula sa FX.
Hinihintay ng tahimik na kapaligiran
ang iyong pag-akyat
at pagmunimuni sa gitna ng overpass
hanggang sa ikaw ay tangayin ng malakas na hangin
sa umagang maginaw at mabigat.
Ang dabog ng iyong katawan sa iyong pagbagsak ay uugong
kasabay ng imahe ng iyong bangkay.

Monday, October 1, 2012

The five emotions of unexpected death

Delirium is the vein that holds the fragments of your youth
To speak nevermore, hear not, feel no joy, sorrow, scorn
Scorn is the savagery ignited by chaos
Sleep upon eyes which the Sandman shackled in fear
Fear is the poison suffocating reality
Sacrilegious questions revert to incite pity
Pity, my cousin, my friend; departed, farewell to thee
Reality of you slipping, dying in delirium

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Paalam, Secretary Robredo

DILG secretary

Lahat ng mabait ay kinukuha ng maaga.

Hindi ko alam kung psychological o divine ba ito, pero maraming instances na makapagsasabi na nangyayari nga ito. Na maaari itong i-consider na factual. Na mawawala ring biglaan ang lahat ng walang bahid ng kasakiman sa kanilang pagkatao.

Noong isang linggo, isa na namang mabait na nilalang ang binawian ng buhay. Si Jesse Robredo: marangal na public servant, butihing asawa, at mapagmahal na ama ng tatlo. May kalakasan ang ulan nang bumagsak sa may baybayin ng Masbate ang kanyang sinsasakyan na eroplano. Balot ng dasal at pag-asa ang tatlong araw na paghahanap sa kanya. Ngunit nang makita ng dayuhang diver ang kanyang katawan sa loob ng fuselage ng eroplano na nakalublob 180 feet deep sa ilalim ng karagatan, lumipas ang lahat. Lahat ng dasal, pag-asa, kahilingan - nalumok sa isang malaking bola ng pighati. Mahigpit na nakakuyom ang mga kamao, suot ang relong hindi tumigil sa pagtakbo.

Siguro hindi natin malalaman kung bakit ang mabait ang pilit na kinukuha. Marami namang walang kuwenta riyan sa paligid: iyong mga walang nagagawang matino sa buhay nila. Sa gobyerno, dala na rin ng ganap na kapangyarihan, lumalaganap na ang mga tarantado na puro ganid lamang ang nasa isipan. Bakit hindi sila? Ang saklap pero ganoon lang talaga ang buhay. Mapait, hindi madali. Ang paggiging matatag ang tanging magagawa sapagkat, kahit masakit, life moves on.

Isang pagpugay para kay Secretary Jesse Robredo na naging tapat at makataong nilalang sa kanyang walang kupas na serbisyo sa bansang Pilipinas.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Salamat, Tito Dolphy

Comedy King

This entry is long due.

I have been so caught up with schoolwork that I never get to write about the important aspects of this part of the world - the ones that make me think and interpret, at least. The ones that make me understand. I feel so much heartache, sadness looming over my very existence, pouring down "like hail, sleet, and rain". I am a nobody, yet I am burdened with grief over his loss.

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Minsan ding umikot ang aking kabataan sa Home Along Da Riles, isang family sitcom na nakaladlad gabi-gabi sa mga telebisyon ng aming subdibisyon. Dito ko nakilala ang Comedy King na si Dolphy. Maraming parangal sa kanya ang sambayanan: mapagkumbaba, maaruga, at siyempre, nakakatawa. Kaya naman, pagkatapos ng episode ng MMK kung saan siya huling gumanap, hindi ko na magawang makinig pa sa mga papuri. Masakit.

Namaalam si Tito Dolphy, dalawang linggo na ang nakalilipas. Martes ng gabi, 8:34. Malakas ang buhos ng ulan. Noong mga sandaling iyon, pabalik na ako sa dormitoryo galing sa isa sa mga pinakamasasayang pangyayari sa buhay ko.

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Salamat Sir Rodolfo Vera Quizon, Sr. Mamamayagpag pa rin ang animnapung dekadang legasiya. Ikinalulugod kita. At habang nagluluksa ang sambayanang Pilipino ngayong araw na ito, mapayapang paglisan sa iyo. Siguradong mapangingiti mo rin ang mga tauhang makasasalubong mo riyan.

Huli ka na para sa kaarawan mo. Maligayang 85th, gayunpaman.

Isang pasasalamat, sandaang pagpugay
Lungkot sa paglisan ng makulay na buhay
Hari ng comedya, hari ng comedya
Ngunit lahat'y bahagyang pinaiyak niya
Panahaong lumipas tila walang hanggan
Animnapu't dekadang di alam kailan hanggang
Ngumiti ng lubos sa gitna na lungkot
Kahilingang walang malisya't poot
Sa 'yong pagpanaw dala mo ang alamat
Nang sambayanang luhang sa'yo'y pasasalamat
Pasensiya na't pighati'y hindi na natapos
Hiling mong ngiti'y hind na dumaos
Hari ng pag-ibig, hari ng pag-ibig
Mga halakhakan mula sa iyong bibig
Sa panaginip nalang, sa alaala nalang
Mananatiling buhay ang iyong nilalang