Wednesday, March 05, 2008

The Game of Life

Filipinos never failed to amaze me in their unswerving resolve of living in laughter despite of life’s difficulties. You see them in TV everyday; children in ragged clothes singing and dancing, old men and women shouting in joy, and a crowd of audience laughing so hard ostensibly oblivious to problems surrounding them.

A year ago, I had a chance of watching live Wowowee, a variety show that caters to help unfortunate people thru contests with big money at stake. If you want to see the stark reality of poverty in the Philippines, I guess this is the best place to be.


First of all, the show isn’t just your ordinary one where contestants play and win prizes. At the start, Willie Revillame, the host would sing and promote first his album. No, he isn’t a singer in a real sense but his albums are quite a big hit to the masses.

Oh, there’s also this occasional greetings coming from OFW’s where they give dollars to help poor people.

Then, the show would continue with more dancing and singing while they choose their “Bigaten” (I’m not sure if I’ve spelled it correctly). The more foolish they look while dancing and singing- the bigger the chance for them to be chosen.

There was this time that people needed to pout their lips while singing Willie’s latest song and people gamely did it for fun. Yeah, just for the sheer fun of it…

No, the game won’t start yet.

Right after the commercial, the contestants would be introduced and they would go through interview by the host- the man of the show, Willie Revillame. There, you’ll hear real stories about poverty, sufferings and personal (I mean family) problems.

Old men and women, children of all ages bare their souls for the whole world to hear. Yes, the show is being aired also in different parts of the world thru the Filipino Channel.

Crying of contestants is just an ordinary occurrence and so is the shedding of tears of the audience. The more touching stories to share, the more the audience (that includes OFW’s) will be enamored to give something- dollars most of the times out of sympathy.

I guess Willie is the most charming person I’ve ever seen in television. Why not? He seems to be idolized by everybody at all ages. He receives countless hugs everyday and he makes old women cry because of happiness just by merely seeing him.

I hear kids saying that they want to grow up like the sexy dancers of the show, a wife telling her husband to stop womanizing, more kids revealing that their fathers abandoned them, men saying they have no works to feed their families, and more and more people telling their real stories of poverty and family problems with the accompaniment of, “Pa, magbago ka na…”

As if just by being a guest in the show you can make somebody change already with a snap of a finger. Willie gets lot of support from advertisers because of these stories that touch the soul of even the toughest creatures.

Oh, no. After listening to heart- rending stories of these people, the game won’t start yet. They need to showcase first their talents in dancing, singing, and virtually anything and everything that they can do regardless of the fact that sometimes contestants make a complete fool of themselves. Because of that, they’ll have instant cash even if the game has not started yet.

The questions during the game are not really mind-boggling as you think they are. It’s usually just for the mere sake of having to ask questions. Of course, it’s for the benefit of most contestants who don’t even have their own televisions at home.

Now, the prizes at stake are really huge. So gigantic that people are willing to join in a long queue and sacrifice a day’s earnings just to be able to join the contest. Willie of Fortune, an apt title for a game that gives luck to those who were born unfortunate in this country.

While Willie is doing an interview with the contestants, his spectators laugh and cry at the same time with them. The show is the live stage of entertainment starring people in poverty and in need.

Undeniably, there’s something in the show that lured more and more viewers. As a matter of fact, his followers varied…from ordinary housewives to Filipinos working abroad.

Sometimes, I shake my head in amazement whenever I hear old women shouting and crying at the same time while hugging and kissing Willie, “Sa wakas, andito na ako…” (At last, I’m already here).

His show is so popular that I could still vividly remember the time when 71 people died and countless others were wounded because of their quest for their dreams. They thought they’ll find it only in Willie’s show. 

It was during the first year anniversary of the show when a stampede killed 71 people- mostly old women and children. It was the promise of millions of prizes that made the crowd crazy with eagerness to be inside the dome. They became uncontrollable until such time that all hell broke loose.

I’m not against with his show but there is a part of me questioning if in a way the show is exploiting stories of those in need.

Willie indubitably helps people forget even for a day their sufferings and problems. However, what exactly are the boundaries of shows like this? Is it proper to ask children very personal questions just for them to be commiserate with?

Oh, yeah. They do serve as an inspiration to many. But, after the show what happens to them? Do they become a better person? How long the prize lasts? A day or two?

It’s indeed a game of life. People play, some win and some lose but everybody got to enjoy…for a grumbling stomach anything at all.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Unseen Tears

Allowing my eyes to shed beads of tears is like consenting my soul an aperture from misery. I don’t usually see the hands that dry my cheeks… I just noticed that my spirit is already lightened and my chin is finally lifted.

As usual, my regular check-up this morning left me utterly spent. You know, even if you’re made of steel when ordeals continue to block your way you can’t help but to ask, is there an end in sight?


The answer remains ambiguous. I have been beleaguered with this silent scourge for almost a year now. My spirit has been battered, my steps staggered but I’m continuously fighting. Isn’t it what life is all about? A continuous battle…

Yesterday seems an eon ago. The playful bantering of words with my nieces and the beguiling sceneries seem so far while I was talking with my doctor that my heart has been filled with the same barrenness.

I truly hate feeling that way.

As soon as I arrived home, I retreated in silence in the room and when my body touched the comfort of the bed I allowed myself healing with the flood of tears. Before I knew it, I was lulled in a deep slumber…

I slept for so long that when I finally woke up my cheeks were already dry with tears. The bleakness in my heart was alternated with overwhelming exuberance. I look forward to my future with the same zeal and fervor.

I won’t deny the truth that there are some unseen tears in my spirit. Those were the kinds that might not be relieved by sheer shedding alone. But then, as long as the will of the spirit inhabits, they don’t matter at all.

I weep with my tears but I live with my soul…each second matters…every moment I treasure…

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Amazing Beach in San Juan, Batangas



The rivulet of water gently touched my feet as I walked barefooted on the sand. I stared in breathtaking spectacle right before my eyes.


The deluge of colors red, yellow, black and white splattered the colossal panorama of skies as the sun peek from beneath the dark clouds. Earth is shroud by heaven and sea. I wanted to scuttle and laze around in the morning dew of the sea breeze.

After getting sick for several days, I got enticed with the invitation of my sister to join them in the beach. After all, she said that it was therapeutic and it might do me good to breath fresh sea air.

So, early this morning, the kids excitedly prepared for our swimming escapade. It was actually my first after going through two surgeries last year.

It was indeed a spectacular experience because I was totally mesmerized by the picturesque sceneries while traveling and much excitement awaits us when we arrived in the resort.


Since I feared that my fever might recur, I opted to become the official photographer of the group. Here, take a glance of the pictures I took…

This is the shark which was caught by fishermen. 

 
The closer shot of the shark. 

 
The shark was about 7 feet long. 

Trisha underneath the glistening sand. 





Shayne and Trisha. 

Playing with the sand oblivious of the camera. 





Giant pusit for lunch. 




On the way home, my sister remarked that it seemed we’re traveling exactly the same road back in our hometown. I immediately quipped that wherever we go, the roads will always be the same because when you look up- the same skies towered above you, when you look to your sides- the same trees greeted you, and when you look down- the same earth looked back at you.

She said that as usual, I am being poetic again? Well, maybe…

Having been immersed the whole day with amazing graces made me appreciate more the value of life…if being poetic would mean living life with my soul then I don’t mind at all.

After all, when you brushed closely to death the more you would be grateful for the gift of astounding blessings that more often than not, we tend to neglect…


Saturday, March 01, 2008

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Why am I Blessed?

After several days of having on and off fever, I ended up with bulky eyes, sore throat because of endless sneezing, aching body, throbbing head and red stuffy nose. Yet, I feel so…blessed.

Yes. You’ve read it right. I feel simply blessed.

I’ve learned that each day I live is something that I should be thankful for. After all, once in my life I was told that I might not live another day. But, I am here basking in another dusk of a new day.

Actually, there are more reasons why I should be grateful. You see, it seems that aside from my family I don’t run out of people who continuously shower me with love and prayers.


Just this morning, I’ve read several messages wishing me a great and healthy day from friends in cyber space and from my former co-teachers and pupils. They were enough to lighten up my day.

In addition, I received a very touching call from another friend while I was dozing off at noon time. It was an overseas call but it lasted for such a long time that I feared her bills might be as high as the sky. Yet, it seems that she doesn’t mind a bit.

What’s more special with the call is that she was so generous even to the point of offering me something which I never dreamed of hearing from somebody who’s a complete stranger. I have not met her yet in person.

She’s based abroad but she became a good friend for such a short time. She was so concerned with my health that it was as if I was listening to advices from my own mother.

My blessings did not end with that call. I was out this afternoon (albeit of cough and colds) to withdraw in ATM since it’s usually offline during Sundays. Obviously, I was not feeling well so the one who was first in the line graciously gave way to me. A simple act of kindness but greatly appreciated.

My heart has been touched ineffably by people closed to my heart…and unexpectedly by complete strangers who were seemingly uninterested to who am I but concerned nonetheless with my welfare.

So, you see, I am indeed blessed. 

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