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I’ve been into weird stuffs lately.
Last Monday, I saw a snake on my way home. Ok, I’m heading to my son’s school to fetch him up. I saw a big crack on this huge house at Velamor subdivision. To my surprise, inside the crack is a really big snake! The snake stares at me as if I am his nosy boss. I kept mum about it and pretended nothing happen. I only broke the news when we were home. This is how the snake scares the hell out of me!
This morning, I was about to leave the house when a cat with a weird stuff on its mouth passed by me. I did not bother; I thought the weird stuff is a fish or a slipper. Then again, the cat came back. This time, he dropped the weird stuff. What I saw is a snipe (take note, this is the first time I saw a live snipe). The cat chased the snipe that went near me! Weird. Scary.
I AM AGAINST RH BILL. Before you curse me and say I’m one of the old-fashioned moralists, you can spare yourself the trouble because I would love to be called that way. You see, I am not the typical Ms. Goody Two Shoes. In fact, I have fair share of troubles. I am one of the many “teen moms”—the one who you laugh at dinner time for being too careless with her love life. I am one of them. In fact, I married young, with the wrong guy, because now we’re separated. I have enough reasons to go to the street and say “keep your rosaries out of my ovaries”.
So now comes the bill that could have saved me from being a stupid young mom, but why am I not happy about it? Let me tell you why.
Abortion entered my mind the moment I realized I am pregnant. But faith saved me from doing so. I always believe that everything in this world is planned by HIM. It’s God’s grace to allow us to experience things we could have been better without. So believing that God will never leave me empty, I went through the pregnancy while I kept my head down as people made a feast out of my life. Boy, it was never a cloud nine experience. I could almost recall how many “disgusting” smiles I had with people, worst, from some of my relatives. If parents could create a model of a life that their children should never patronize, it would be mine. If there is a boarder that separates the good and the bad, I am on the latter.
My life had been a constant episode of trying-to-prove-I-am-worthy. It was hard to follow the life of a typical teenager after you’ve been tagged with immorality. But now, all I can do is smile when thinking the days I questioned God why I had to go through hell. I realized that my life could have never been this good if I never have to cross that path. Possibly, I am still one of the teenagers who party all night, the one who can drop dead anytime because no one will ever care. The kids and the experience gave me perspective in life.
So back to the RH bill, I believe that God gave us purposes in this life. The approval of this bill will let us meddle with His will. How many times a woman did tried contraceptive pills because she thinks it is not still the best time to conceive? How can one recognize that it is exactly the perfect time? When did human ever have the ability to see what the future holds? No matter how steady your life would be, no matter how you enjoy a high-paying job, you could never decide when the best time to get pregnant is. No one ever comes ready for it. It’s an experience that needs learning. It is something that comes to anyone, almost unexpectedly. It is a blessing indeed.
RH Bill will never make us enjoy sex. Since when did we appreciate what’s normal? You wake up each day without going through the ecstatic moment of “aha! The sun is shining”. The sun will continue to shine each day; there is nothing amazing about it. So if we can have sex with anyone without getting pregnant, it will become a norm. It will become a boringly tedious norm. Its meaning will be lost. So for some who thinks that we could enjoy sex better if there’s the RH bill? Go on and make me laugh more. The RH bill will make us no better than the nomads who indulge into something without thinking about the consequence.
RH Bill is never pro-poor. It’s a way for officials to cover the dents they made in the government. It’s a system who let a pot calls the kettle black. If we really want to become progressive, why not change our morals? Are we that powerful to stop the future because we can handle the present on our own hands? Don’t we need the children of tomorrow to help us with our present? If children and poor had always been the priority of government then why are they not welcome in our society now?
RH Bill is an issue of morality and this is an issue that involves the women specially. If RH bill will be approved we will lost our decency. We could anticipate a future were families are broken, were whores cohabit with your husband because sex will then be free. We could look forward to a place where baby boomers are plenty and babies who brighten our day are nothing but rare species. Will we be progressive by that time? Maybe yes. But will we be happy?
I am a proud mom, I am Pro-Life.
Yesterday, we rummage through her things to find something worthy for keeping. Last night, we ate our heart out which probably is our last meal together. Now, I’ve watched as her family went onboard to a place million miles away from me.
I never knew how it hurts to say goodbye to a friend, but your hug made it bearable.
It seems only yesterday when we planned how we wish our kids to grow up. We wished them to become someone like what we have. But then suddenly, we have to say goodbye to those wishes and longings. How I wish I could still see your kids grow up. I wish we could have our daily chats still. I hate talking about pains but I cannot help it this time because I dearly and selfishly miss you a lot.
I’m going to miss how I start my week and end it with our long conversations. I am amazed how we managed to sit for a couple of hours and more just talking about the same thing each and every day. We manage to deal with each other’s attitudes and even went far from not hating one another through the years. Honestly, I could not recall a single day when we hated each other. I am going to miss our FB secrets. The way we share notes in order to keep the best for our kids. I love how unselfish you have become to me. I love how we constantly talk about beauty stuffs and when we get bore, we talk about our kids, our own marriages, and our friendship.
I hate that you told me just yesterday about your plan of leaving. I thought you are going to tell me months before the date. But then again, I understand how you feel. I understand how you hate to see us cry. I understand how this parting hurts you too.
I don’t know if ever we will see each other again but this tears, this pain, this everything…will surely lead our paths to cross again. I love you Tess and I love your family. Take care because I’m going to hate you if you don’t…
Your friend,
Twinks