Saturday, August 29, 2009
I happened to see a post in my friend's wall over facebook a while ago. Here it goes:
This story is extremely sad.
A lady, with her husband, was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spreed. At the last minute their baby sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two-year-old son with them. They had been across the border for about an hour when the baby got free and ran around the corner. The mother went chasing but the boy had disappeared. The mother found a police officer that told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a man approached the border carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped the boy andran..
The police were waiting and got him. The boy was dead.In the (less than)
45 minutes he was missing, he was cut open and all of his insides removed and his body cavity stuffed with COCAINE. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep. A two-year-old boy, dead, is carded as if he were a piece of trash for somebody's cocaine. If this story can get out and change one person's mind about what drugs mean to them, we are helping.
This story has been circulating in the world wide web as I checked it before finally posting it here. Gazillions of similar writings were already published. It maybe true, it maybe hoax. Nevertheless, both my room mate and I were angered by the story and the video. How cruel and inhumane some people can be for the sake of money. I pity the innocent child, a victim, unaware of the gluttony of these monsters. I also pity the parents, it must have been very difficult for them to lose their baby in a very tragic way. I despise the druglords, the pushers, and the people who's actually into this evil drug. They don't deserve to live in this world.
If you have a home PC, send it out there, too. Let's hope and pray it changes a lot of minds. The saddest thing about the whole situation is that those persons who suffer are innocent and people we love..God Bless you in this united effort to spread the word. You just might save a life! May God bless you and keep you in his loving embrace.
(posted in green font is unedited from the original facebook article. I just wonder why the title of this youtube video is "Why cocaine use is beneficial to children?" Is is a sort of a satyre? I don't get the point.)
Friday, August 28, 2009
"Pagbilang kong sampo nakatago na kayo. Isa! Dalawa! Tatlo! Apat! Lima! Anim! Pito! Walo! Siyam!....Sampo!"
Ayan na si Jona, papalapit na. Nakakakaba. Bawat hakbang niya ay tila ba unti-unting nagpapalakas ng kabog ng aking puso. Wari'y bolang tatalbog mula sa aking dibdib. Isang hakbang na lang at matutunton niya na ako. Huwag naman sana niyang masilip ang sulok kung saan pilit kong isinisiksik ang munting katawan. Palakas ng palakas ang tibok ng aking puso. Magkahalong kaba at saya ang aking nadarama. Kaba dahil kaunti na lang ako'y kanya ng makikita at saya dahil maaaring lumayo na siya. Lumibot ang kanyang mga mata, hayun at papalayo na. Kaba ko ay dagliang nawala, Ayos! Hindi niya ako nakita. Iba ang kanyang nataya.
Marahil labinglimang taon na ang nakakaraan nang huli akong maglaro ng taguan. Iyon ang panahon na hindi pa uso ang psp, wii, laptop, xbox at iba pang "hi-tech" gadgets sa mga kabataan. Iyon ang mga panahon na patok pa ang patintero, luksong tinik, ten-twenty at habulan. Iyon rin ang panahon na masarap magbabad sa arawan sa kabila ng amoy-araw na mga katawan. Panahon na kahit hindi ako pwedeng maligo sa ulan ay nakakatakas pa rin kung minsan. Hindi ako magaling sa habulan at lalong di ko kayang tumalon ng mataas kaya sa lahat ng larong pambata taguan yata ang pinakanahiligan. May talento ako sa pagtago, kahit sino sa aking mga kalaro ay hirap akong matunton.
Makalipas ang maraming taon, hindi ko inaakalang gagawin ko pa pala ito. Ang magtago. Ang pinagkaiba, hindi ito laro. Bakit ba ako nagtatago? Bakit ayaw kong matunton?
Ikatlong pagtatangka ko na ang gumawa ng blog sa taong ito. Parehong nabigo ang dalawa. Pareho rin ng dahilan kung bakit bigo. Ayaw kong tinutukso niya ako. Ayaw ko ring pagdudahan dahil lang rito. Para wala ng isyu kaya hayun, binura ko. Mahirap. Mabigat sa dibdib. Weird pero sa mga sandaling binubura ko ang mga blog na ito ay tila isang eksena sa pelikula na kung saan nagpapaalam sa isa't isa ang mga bida. May kaunting luha pang nangilid sa aking mga mata. Ang drama.
Tama nga sila. "Once a blogger will always be a blogger". Hindi pa nakakalipas ang isang linggo ay nangangati na ang mga daliri ko. Gustong tipain ang mga letra sa keyboard na ito at ang monitor ay tila ba nangungusap, isang nakakaengganyong paanyaya. Kaya hindi na ako nagpatumpik-tumpik pa. Magbablog ako. Magbablog ako.
Siya na rin mismo ang nagsabing huwag kong sabihin sakaling gumawa ako ulit ng bago. Hindi naman siguro siya magagalit. Hindi naman siguro siya magtatampo.
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