Scandals: Weakness Natin, Hindi Gusto ng Nature

Practical Thoughts

Sa mga tahimik na sandali, madalas kong iniisip kung bakit natin hinahabol ang true facts tapos itinatago natin sa denial, o bakit ang isang posibleng scandal parang lindol na nakatatakot pero hindi naman ito ang tunay na will ng nature. Ang kalikasan, walang drama, umuusad ang ilog, nagbabago ang panahon, at ang mga hayop ay nagsusurvive nang walang kahihiyan. Pero tayong mga tao, tayo ang gumagawa ng scandals, secrets, at half-truths. Ito ay hindi nature’s will. Ito’y ating human weakness at cowardice lamang. Isang reflective thought para sa mga young Filipinos at parents, gusto kong ibahagi ang practical insights na ito para makatulong tayong mabuhay nang may mas malakas na loob at mas malinaw na isip sa pang-araw-araw na buhay.

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Love Bus Book 2: Chapter 4 — Fate's Sharp Warning

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November 2007

Ring Ring Tumatawag si Brenda kay Franz Hello? Franz, dalian mo, sunduin mo kami, may ipakikilala ako sa'yo Huh! Saan? Dito sa bahay Si-sige

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Bakit Dapat Umaasa ang mga Bata sa Diyos, Hindi Maagang Independent?

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Sa panahon ngayon, maraming parents ang naririnig na "Turuan mo nang maaga ang anak mo na maging independent!" Mula sa mga apps, social media, hanggang sa school, parang kailangan nang mag-isa ang bata. Pero teka muna, baka mali ito? Si Jesus mismo sa Mateo 18:3 ang nagsabi: “Amen, sinasabi ko sa inyo, maliban kung magbago kayo at maging katulad ng maliliit na bata, hindi kayo makakapasok sa kaharian ng langit.” Ito ang susi para sa ating mga pamilya.

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Love Bus Book 2: Chapter 3 — Crossroads

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It was a few days after that emotional night on the Love Bus. The memory of Brenda leaning on my shoulder, pretending we were a couple again, still lingered in my mind like a sweet but dangerous dream. I tried to focus on work, on daily routines, on anything that would keep my thoughts from drifting back to her. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. One cold October evening in 2007, Brenda messaged me again.

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Keso Na Kung Keso: Grow Old With You ❤️

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Keso na kung keso, parang pag-ibig na matibay, matagal tumagal, at puno ng sustansya. Habang iniisip natin ang Emmentaler cheese na may iconic holes nito, bakit hindi gawing simbolo ng forever love?

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Love Bus Book 2: Chapter 2 — Threads of Destiny

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It was late 2007. The air still carried the heavy humidity of the rainy season even though the worst of the typhoons had already passed. I had been avoiding the Love Bus for weeks, choosing instead to take the MRT or walk long distances just to clear my head. But one evening, after a particularly tiring day at work, I found myself standing at the familiar bus stop again. The moment I stepped inside and saw the paired seats, memories flooded back like an unstoppable wave. When the bus arrived, I boarded and chose our usual spot near the middle. A few minutes later, Brenda appeared. She looked tired but still beautiful, her hair slightly messy from the wind. She smiled when she saw me and slid into the seat beside me without hesitation.

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Love Bus Book 2: Chapter 1 — After the Storm

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It was late 2007. The rain had finally stopped, but the streets were still wet and glistening under the orange glow of the streetlights. I stood at the familiar bus stop, hands in my pockets, feeling the heavy humidity cling to my skin. The Love Bus pulled up, its doors opening with that familiar hiss. I boarded and instinctively walked toward the paired seats near the front, the same seats where so many important moments of my life had unfolded.

Everything felt different now. The air inside the bus carried the usual mix of evening traffic smells, but the warmth that used to fill those seats whenever Brenda was beside me was gone. I sat down alone. The empty space next to me felt louder than the engine of the bus.

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Amnesia

Tula

Updated June 23, 2026; originally published at mga-kathang-isip-ni-kiko.blogspot.com. Sa gitna ng mga alaala na parang bulaklak na nalalanta, may mga kwento ng pag-ibig na hindi na natin kayang hawakan. Ang tula na ito, “Amnesia,” na isinulat noong Enero 16, 2010, ay patunay na ang sakit ng paghihiwalay ay maaaring maging sanhi ng malalim na paglimot upang mabuhay muli. Ito ay isang magandang pagpapahayag sa Tagalog na puno ng damdamin at aral para sa ating henerasyon ngayon.

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Love Bus — Book 2 is Now Live!

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Ka-IBIGan

Tula

Updated June 22, 2026; originally published at mga-kathang-isip-ni-kiko.blogspot.com in January 15, 2010 – Muling binubuhay natin ang "Ka-IBIGan" upang ipaalala na ang tunay na pagmamahal ay hindi nawawala sa panahon. Ito ay nananatiling sariwa, puno ng aral sa pagpapahalaga sa mga sandaling magkasama tayo.

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Love Bus: Chapter 8 — Spiral Complete

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Months later, life had changed in ways I never expected. Brenda and Rich eventually found their own path. There were many painful days, countless sleepless nights, and moments I thought I would never recover from. But slowly, like the city after a heavy rain, we began to find a new kind of normal.

Our friendship didn’t die. It transformed into something quieter, more mature, and strangely stronger. We still rode the Love Bus sometimes, but now we sat with more understanding and less tension. The paired seats that once carried confusion and unspoken feelings now carried quiet acceptance and gratitude.

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L.S.S. “In My Life” – Lessons from Father’s Love

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That familiar loop started again this week, every morning I’d hum the opening lines of Ariel Rivera’s “In My Life,” and by afternoon the refrain would still be playing softly in my head. “Every morning when I wake up, I know someone’s lookin’ on me…” The song, written by Raymund Ryan, perfectly captures the quiet, steady love of a father. It’s not just an earworm; it’s a heartfelt reminder of the man whose presence anchored my life and whose love continues to shape who I am.

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Love Bus: Chapter 7 — Trial of the Heart

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The breaking point came on a rainy Thursday night in late 2008. Brenda asked me to meet her at our usual bus stop. She looked tired, almost lost. For the first time in months, she didn’t mention Rich at all.

We sat on the paired seats as the bus moved through flooded streets. The rain was pouring hard outside. For a long time, she was silent. Then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

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