Paalam Na Po, Ama (Goodbye, Dad)

Paalam na po, Ama
Kahit napaka-aga pa
Kahit di ka pa dapat umalis
Kahit marami pang pagkakataon
Masakit isipin na iniwan mo na kami
Na wala ka na upang ipagdiwang
At ipamahagi aming mga kwento
Na hindi mo na makikita
Ang aming paglaki at mga apo mo
Mga araw-araw na nangyayari
Aming narating, aming mga problema
Aming puso na nabibiyak, aming kaligayahan
Paalam na po, Ama
Lumalhati nawa ang iyong kaluluwa

Goodbye, Dad
Although it was still early when you left us
Even when there should be more opportunities
It hurts to think that you left us
You were not here to celebrate with us
And listened to our stories
That you never saw us growing
and your grandchildren
The everyday things and happenings
What we have achieved, our problems
When our hearts break, our happiness
Farewell, Father
Let your soul rest in peace

For: Writing 101, Day 10: Farewell

Writing 101, Day 9: Camouflage

Now you see me, now you don’t
Will you miss me if I’m absent?
Camouflaged perfectly well
Putting the matter in a nutshell

A normal being going through life
Will I see you in our afterlife?
The crickets chirped tediously
A caterpillar wanted to be free

A wasp embedded in an amber
A chameleon changing its colour
I’m falling on the edge of the abyss
I’m muddled but couldn’t give it a miss

My flesh is weak and I’m drifting away
I acted like a fool and I was led astray
It was a tame affair but still hidden
What was done couldn’t be undone

A secret so to speak in the mist of tides
I wish I could just take them in strides
From a poppy seed to certain flings
Nothing to whirl and have that strut

On both mind and body it takes its toll
Love soars from earth to infinity
For love of love, or heart’s solitude
Who cry for shadow and cannot tell

Begrudge I come with a plea
Never a sunny day for a feud
Tried to stifle the thoughts
Life is full of different plots

Writing 101, Day 8: Graffiti

I’m a lion, hear me roar
No prospects, life is a bore
A knight in shining armour on a horse
I’m shouting, my voice is hoarse
A dinosaur, a steeple church
I long for something to search
A street scene with all the girls
They’re so pretty with their curls
A grey train passing a grey house
Don’t give in to pressure from spouse
It was a grey day, too I suppose
The dog barks as the cow mows
I’m Taufkirchen in big letters
My speech was beginning to slur
I live and breathe in this city
I love my town, I’m making it pretty
Children playing amidst our tower blocks
Girls with their smocks and frocks
I can shout as loud as I can
I can express myself until they ban
I can tell the world how I feel
I don’t steal so don’t squeal

Writing 101, Day 5: Freedom

together we fight for freedom
together we overcome
we have to be free
colonisation from Spain
battle till the end
independence is worth it
for generations to come

Enemies attack
Warriors defend precious soil
Battle of the sea
Great ancestors of the land

Courageous people
Defending sea till the end
Freedom protected
The fruit of their hardship

they fought for our freedom
learning the past through art
at the gallery

country’s history
as part of our heritage
should know them by heart

women took part, too
Philippine Revolution
our own heroines

acknowledging them
they struggle for our freedom
we’re so proud of them

I long to fly in the sky
To soar up the cliffs with the others
Free me from the bondage of poverty
Rift the cage so I can get out to freedom
Cart me out to a world where I’m welcome
Free me from hunger as seen from my rickety legs
I’m all flesh and bones, so please give me some bread
I’m baffled – why can’t I be just like any ordinary child?
The absence of responsibilities, worries and hardship
To be able to sustain a world full of innocence and fun
Being able to chatter instead of stuttering in fright
Give me love and I can understand that in any language

Few More Seconds

Photo and Prompt courtesy: Sulaiman Sait

Few more seconds to fly for freedom
They flew and had their last crumb
To a place where it’s warm
Lots of birds in a swarm

Few more seconds to say I love you
Expressing my love with a haiku
Being with you I treasure
I kiss you with an ardour

Few more seconds to say thanks
I’m the top among your ranks
I appreciate all the things
The treasure that you bring

Few more seconds to say sorry
With bended knee I plea
If I ever hurt you dear
I regret with a tear

Few more seconds to say goodbye
I leave you with a heavy sigh
All the affection I feel
Full of love and zeal

For: Writing 101, Day 4: Seconds and Prompt 88 – Picture Prompt


Writing 101 – Day 2: Reflections


on golden pond
water lilies, frogs, turtles
living happily

living happily
water lily in my hair
see my reflection

see my reflection
enjoying the gorgeous day
sitting by the pond


holding their hands on their knees
evening at a house

peaceful evening with some wine
reminiscing bygone days

candlelite dinner
hold hands under the table
her eyes are sparkling

crickets chirping by the trees
soft breeze whistling in the night

full moon reflection
lovers walk by the sea
he gave her his coat

they promise to love each one
kiss by the light of the moon

grandad telling jokes
everyone’s eager to hear
laughing our hearts out

granny’s apple cake all gone
now having nice cups of tea

Writing 101, Day 3: Sleep

the kiss of the muse
and so inspiration comes
a slumbering thought
curdles long life in short time
pleasure, pain, faith, hope and love

To sleep, perchance to dream
Horses gallop across moonbeam
To dream, ah, that is so divine
Sailing across the river Rhine

Where all my thoughts meshed
And waking up feeling refreshed
Playing on each other in different fields
It’s as rough as a public park, the outfield

Wrestling with ideas, concepts, activities
Bees’ knees, cheese please, flees freeze
I dream that I was a butterfly, flickering
Blooming, blushing, breezing, breaming
Flapping wings smartly, enjoying its nectar

Taking its time, fluttering with pleasure
I am in a dream one morning in paradise
I can soar up high as the sun will rise
And I float and bring out a slow yawn
Though I fear never shall I see dawn?

Something Magical


If I’ve got skills, which one would it be?
Whatever it is, I want to have the key
Would it be powerful, magical or useful?
Never a dull moment and certainly not null

Like a frog croaking in tune with its action
Once it’s done, I could lie in the sun
While still yet there is no end to troubles
Depends on what I get from such angles

On and on my neighbour loudly rapping
With the lady next door, he’s got a fling
His thin grin drips like a streak down his chin
He was nowhere to be seen, to my chagrin

I can speak a lot of languages, Chinese, French
And sometimes can stay forever on a bench
German, Russian, as easy as laying on the beach
Round a bend at speed a van has just screeched

I can preach and teach a lot of people to outreach
I hope I don’t bore them with my speech
I can cook something magical; you’d love me for it
And with more practice I know I can’t be a twit

But I truly would like to be able to write really well
Put the magic spell, I can be a belle and I can yell
To take my readers to my world of make-believe, a utopia
Reaching my alpha and omega with the help of Buddha

That magical place where all their troubles are forgotten
I can only hope so and there’s no need to bargain
An action-packed full of adventure, wit, humour, all in one!
I’ve spun around hoping to make it and all the time having fun!

For: Writing 101, Day 1: Magic

Writing 101, Day 19: Feature a guest

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! For this task, I thought I’d give you a roundup of great blog posts that I’ve enjoyed this week about Thanksgiving. Here goes:

No Thanksgiving on Jupiter – is a heart-warming and lovely post by Concerning Megan about her fictional adventure in Jupiter with her robot and how she miss her family and Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Fantasy – is Maggiex4’s account of Thanksgiving past and the preparation of the coming Thanksgiving dinner. Quite honest and funny, with matching photos. She even shared her recipe for Cozy Crock Pot Cider.

Obama’s on turkey duty – Emeka’s Blog featured the First Family taking time out to serve up Thanksgiving dinner for homeless veterans in Washington DC.

Planes, Trains & Automobiles – Brad Murphy talked about his favourite Thanksgiving movie and reminded us of what we are doing here, that we should be grateful not just for our family but for everyone in the world.

New trending GIF tagged cute thanksgiving holiday costume… – Oh it’s just so adorable, I love it!

Have a lovely day everyone!

Writing 101, Day 17: A map as your muse

Hi everyone, hope you’re all well. To start with, I’m not really good with maps – I always get lost and I can’t follow maps. I’d rather ask people for directions, unlike Him Indoors, who would stop the car and check the map again. Anyway, I’m digressing. For this task, I thought, I’ll dig from my archive of what I’ve done with my life or where I’ve been or where I am going. Here goes….

“Be safe, Ate (big sister) and send us some chocolates!” and they were all standing there – my parents, my siblings, cousins and friends, waving me goodbye in the busy Manila International Airport. It was buzzing with activity; people were coming and going, full of excitement and anticipation, the voice on the public address system announcing that flight 112 is now boarding at gate 10 or calling for someone to go to the nearest courtesy phone. My heart skipped a beat and with a heavy sigh and trepidation, I looked back one last time before I proceeded to the check-in counter. I was 22, armed with a degree in Chemistry, enthusiastic to see what’s on the other side of the world, eager to find some adventure – my very own Wonderland.

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing!” A week after I’ve arrived in France, it started snowing. I couldn’t believe my eyes; the whole world was blanketed in white! It was so incredibly gorgeous and perfect, no footsteps in it, just lumps and bumps where plants sat in the gardens and cars entirely covered in snow. I was mesmerised. As soon as I’ve felt its powdery texture, I thought to myself, “This was the White Christmas people were dreaming about.” I couldn’t imagine that just a week ago, from sweltering morning – traffic starting to build up in Manila. The noise of cars, taxis, motorcycles, vans and jeepneys beeping and honking, children going to school and adults to work, street vendors selling taho (soya) or peanuts. Such a difference! A normal hectic day in Manila compared to a peaceful, snowy one in France.

Ethiopian Mission in the UN Office in Geneva. I couldn’t speak French and I couldn’t type, but there I was after 6 months, working as the Ambassador’s Secretary. My English was my saving grace and possibly, my enthusiasm and determination. I was lucky, being there at the right time and at the right place. My Thai friend wanted to go to Thailand for her holiday and asked me to take her position for a month in the Ethiopian Mission. There were no computers then, consequently, I had to type with my 2 fingers. Statements were prepared for the meetings, diplomatic correspondences were typed, files were organised and appointments were made. I had to learn fast and think with my feet. I must have impressed the Ambassador and the other Diplomats that they’ve hired me later.

The Praktikum. I was accepted to have an apprenticeship with BASF Chemical Company, in Ludwigshafen, Germany. It’s the largest production site worldwide and the company’s global headquarters and research centre. I spoke no German, but then, I’ve survived in France and Switzerland without French, so why not? I’m convinced I’ll get by and will learn the language when I’m there. I was allocated in the Inorganic Department, producing and analysing some dyes. Herr (Mister) Raider provided me a name who was also working in the same building, but in a different laboratory. “He’ll help you get sorted,” he said. Hence, first thing in the morning, I knocked on Room 602 and a tall English man opened it, some parts of his white shirt still untucked from his trousers. “I am, indeed.” was his answer to my question and that hooked me! “Such an accent,” I thought. He helped me obtain my lab gown and safety goggles that morning and waited for me for lunch every day. “There’s your English man again,” my Laborant (laboratory technician) would say.

Hollywood. After the apprenticeship, I decided to stay with my father in Los Angeles, California. The Griffith Park Observatory was my favourite place. Perched atop a lofty hillside overlooking all of Los Angeles, you could see the “Hollywood” sign and few more stunning views. My English man visited me that summer and we went to see the astonishing Grand Canyon. Such an imposing landscape! It overwhelmed our senses through its colossal size. After that, we had to part ways again. He was accepted to do a PhD in the UK and I went back to the Philippines.

The EDSA Revolution of 1986. I was part of the crowd – a bizarre mixture of people coming and going in every direction, military tanks and cannons with their soldiers greeted with flowers and food, burning tires, activist flags and streamers, vendors selling their wares, vehicles parked everywhere and some beeping their horns, portable radios, foreign correspondents and religious altars. Strangers flashed wide grins at each other. People were marching, praying, crying and singing all at the same time. It was one of nonviolent protests that led to the departure of the then President Marcos and the re-establishment of the country’s democracy. I was there. I wanted to make a difference. I was part of that history.

I am not a writer. I don’t have a cause. I’m more of a traveller, a curious one and one who believes that every adventure is worth having. My journey continues. At 55, I’m happily married to my English man or Him Indoors as I call him nowadays, a proud Mum to our 23-year old son (HRH the son) who has just submitted his Master’s in one of the prestigious universities in the UK and we’re waiting for the result and has found his beautiful K and next year they be wed and living in our gemütlich (comfortable) house in sunny Bavaria, surrounded by flowers, herbs, grapes and apple trees. I couldn’t ask for more. I am not a writer. But I believe that there’s a book in every one of us. I hope to write mine one day.