I’m Asked For Verses


I’m asked for verses,
As I quote from a hero;
By a person I know.
But for words I’m pressed,
Not deserving of less
Because he deserves the best.

When as a wee boy
With me watched Sesame Street
And cartoons galore;
Not lacking for toys
He opts to talk, not a bit
Of stories with much color.

He grew up but he’s still the same
Story telling was his game.
Thus, reunions are never plain
The tales he says, inane or mundane
Seemingly true as he tells them,
Elicit much laughter from us then.

Miles apart now, I hear only of him
From relatives’ homecoming
Or from FB messaging.
This I can only say, too true
The road is long, for my nephew,
In my prayers, God be with you.

I’m asked for verses
I quote again from a hero.
These words don’t express
The best yet in him I saw.
Deserving no less
Him, from his youth I know.


You and Me

You and me
We met
In a world of many
Maybe accidentally,
Or perhaps
We were meant to be

Your quirks
And a weird me
Poles apart maybe
But arose a pair.
In each other finally
Found company.

Not me
Not you
Our differences too
Defeated what we built.
For God’s blessings we sought
And our family’s support.

Time passed
And knowingly
In our hearts
Promised lovingly
We’re joined as one
In this life’s journey.

You and me
No longer alone
But as one.
You love me
I love you
Simply, the way it should be.

For you and me.

A Dedication to Babies


Baby Basti, a new addition to the Molina-Canare Family


God’s miracle, we’ve been blest
A new life thru love made manifest
A creation, with traits of the best
From us both here now rest
This gift we shall grow and cherish.

God, for you has chosen us
Your guardian, guide and light
With angels too to look over you
And we all accept the task
To care for you with much delight.

It’s the time to raise a family
And together we begin this journey
It will be a challenge but it will be happy
This child, this gift our inspiration
To keep going forward without hesitation.

Split Screen Love Affair

Ever watched a noontime variety show that has a segment that features a 15 minute soap/telenovela? Well here in my side of the world, we have such.  Last year it even became a Twitter phenomenon.  It garnered the most  number of tweets when the 15-minute segment was given a three-hour block time by the local channel that airs the noontime variety show.  How many tweets? Believe it or not, more than 40 million at the time the noontime show was running.

It’s a phenomenon really.  When the segment started July of last year, lunchbreak for most workers got extended from its usual one-hour break to two and a half hours.  Why? Well, mostly because this segment was able to attract a following.  Tricycle ( a public utility vehicle  consisting of a motorcycle and an attached side car like the one used by the  Germans during the war years) drivers would hesitate, even turn away passengers so that they could watch the segment undisturbed.  This was true for jeepney drivers and even for my office mates too.  Coming from my 30-minute lunch break, I found myself all alone in our workstation, wondering if I missed a meeting of some sort.  Indeed I did as I found out the next day.  I joined a group for lunch, adjusting my break with theirs (we can’t leave our office empty, at least one is left behind to man the fort).  Anyway, that’s when I discovered  that not only drivers, housewives, pre-school kids and senior citizens as well as salespeople of appliances specifically TVs, include people working in restaurants and malls where TV sets are tuned in to this particular TV channel airing this noontime show – are actually, seriously glued to the TV watching the segment.

The following, or should I say the fans of the actors in this segment are not only local; it’s worldwide.  And the lead characters in this segment were given the opportunity last December to land parts in a movie which has been shown,  is being shown and will be shown in different parts of the world.  Really, phenomenal, if you ask me.

What’s unique about it is how effectively media is used.  The noontime variety show can be viewed via live steaming so you can watch the show anywhere in the world at a particular time.  If you missed it, then there’s always Facebook or YouTube.  Thanks to the cellphone, the IPad, the laptop or the PC.  Also, the lead actress is a dub smash sensation who’s very creative and witty; you’ll have a hearty laugh just watching her.  This segment does not even have a script so the actors just play it by ear which makes it all the more entertaining.  Further, one actor who is a male but plays the part of a female, a grandmother to be exact, constantly reminds about values which is  good for the young viewers.

Why the title?  Oh yes, I almost forgot.  The lovers met each other via a split screen on TV.  Until after three months did they finally get to be seen together on screen.  They didn’t even talk.  It was just dub smashing on the part of the female lead, while the lead actor was the only one speaking.

Since it’s just a segment with no script but obviously a micro-mini soap opera, a lot of viewers got inspired to write a love song for the characters, yours truly included.  The noontime variety show even started an original songwriting contest for this, to which yours truly joined but never got to be included among the selected finalists.  Oh well.

Anyway, the nicest outcome of this segment was that the groups of fans have become organized; the proceeds generated in that three-hour show have been used to build libraries for marginalized public schools.  Priceless, really.  I suppose if the lead actors in this segment would run for office, it’s no contest.  They’ll win. By the way, of note would be the number of ads that these two actors have so far since their segment started.  Way to go, Kalyeserye! – that’s the title of the segment ( rough transliteration, Street Series).

Here’s my entry that did not get selected:

Split Screen Love Story:

Minsan sumama Kay lola                             (I was with my Nana one day)

alalay sa pagbigay ng saya                           (To help her make others feel gay)

sa TV napatingin ang Bae ang napansin  (I chanced upon the TV, wow, this guy’s         groovy)

At nahulog ang asking feelings.                 ( Then I knew, I had feelings for you)


Kakaiba ang love story natin.                      (Our love story’s unique)

Nagkakilala sa split screen                          (On a TV split screen we meet)

Nag dub smash ng awitin.                            (love songs I dubsmashed)

Maihatid lang ang damdamin.                    (To express my feelings at last)

At sabay ng pabebeng kaway.                      (with a cutesie wave I flash)


Nayamot na nga si lola                                            ( Nana is irritated)

Di daw ayon sa paningin niya.                              (For her our way’s liberated)

Sa tamang paraan dapat ika’y manligaw.         (There’s  a proper way to court me)

At personal tayong magkita.                                 (Let’s meet personally)


Sinunod mga payo in lola                             (Nana’s request we followed)

Tamang panahon naaabot na.                      (the right time for love behold)

Sa mga araw na lumipas                                 (As time passed that we got

Na live nagkasama.                                           To be together)

Tayo na ba talaga.                                             (Are we meant for each other)

Basta pinky swear na muna.                         ( this time just pinky swear

Sa tabi ko laging andyan ka.                          On my side, you’ll be there

Masabi sa yo Aldub kita.                                 And I’ll say Aldub you

Sagot mo’y mainenanahal ka.                    And you’ll say Me, love you too)





My Faith & Men of the Cloth

After watching a movie about transgressions committed by men of the cloth in the United States, I thought to myself, good movie, it deserves to win. And, did it affect my faith? No contest, I still believe. I’ll continue to support the Church.

Where I come from, our land has a solid almost 500 years of Christianity. When studying our history, one would come across readings about orphans who were given surnames like “Delos Santos” (of the saints) and “Delos Reyes” (of the king), who were actually offsprings of priests and government officers respectively, an ID of some sort at that time (see History of the Filipino People by Teodoro Agoncillo). Then we have our national hero’s two novels, Noli Me Tangere (Social Cancer) and El Filibusterismo (The Reign of Greed), which describe how the the Indios (the word used then to refer to the natives of our country) were being treated by the Spanish friars, the Spaniards as whole. Taken in one perspective, oppression and discrimination of the natives are part and parcel of being colonized. In another perspective, especially when it comes to religion, one would conclude that it was Catholicism which was the reason why the natives were easily colonized. Indeed, it was.

However, despite the fact that these were what happened then in our country, Catholicism is still very much the major religion. One might have encounters with men of the cloth committing moral transgressions but still, faith is there and remains strong. It cannot be denied that many have moved to other religious denominations or have been attending Catholic rites less and less or even being least observant of Catholic teachings; but when it comes to traditions like the recently concluded “translacion” of the Black Nazarene of Quiapo, there is still a sea of devotees who have remained strong in their faith.

This is the year of mercy. We understand that our men of the cloth are still human; but we have expectations that they go beyond their “human nature” in their chosen vocation, that of being Christ’s ministers. We, too, in our daily lives are expected to live up the standards of our professions. As lawyers, we’re expected to uphold the law, not to twist it. As doctors, we’re expected to help keep our patients healthy, not drug dependents. As teachers, we practice what we preach, not “do as I say”. And the list goes on for whatever our vocation in life is. So let’s be forgiving and considerate of each other’s failings. As each profession has its own check and balance to make sure best practices are observed in the professions and the industries, the Vatican through our Pope Francis I is now taking measures regarding transgressions committed by men of the cloth.

So it is with my faith. It is microscopic, smaller than the mustard seed. My faith has been tested over and over with a lot of tribulations I’ve been through and transgressions against my person. It’s okay. My faith does not depend on the fallibility of the priest. It depends on how the priest, whether he is aware of it or not either through the gospel or through the sermon, is able to send God’s message for me. This makes it all well for me. And growing in my faith also needs to be worked on – through my interactions with other people, through my work but especially through prayer and meditation. See! That’s how I deal with my faith.

Lastly, if we need each other to grow in faith, all the more do men of the cloth need us that they are able to carry out their work as ministers of God. Let’s pray for them that they be strong in keeping their vows, that they be free from worldly temptations and that they will always be effective in spreading God’s Word to us. And despite all criticisms against the men of the cloth, I hope we continue to support the Church and its works.

Past Forward

I had work this morning and while at it I was gathering my thoughts on what I would write about for the last day of the year. It was a little difficult to do this as I was suffering from sore eyes. Yuck, I know. Anyway, my favorite movie trilogy came to mind – Back to the Future.

Maybe some or many may not have cared for it, but to me, it carried a lot of truths seemingly apt for a year-end bye-bye message and a way to welcome the new year.

First off, Doc Brown of 1955 didn’t like the idea of Marty mingling with anyone in that time for it will create an alternate future. And we all know what happened. In reality, this CAN’T happen. The past is just that… Pfft, gone, zilch, nada. So do our past experiences, our past relationships, everything that we did. Well it happened so let’s just put it down to lessons learned. If it was good, then we try to sustain those and be consistent, too.

However, Doc Brown of 2015 was all for Marty saving his son from being jailed. Marty came to the rescue, of course. This is reality.

We can change our future by starting today. We build what we could despite the contradictions, the hardships, the let downs because we know that what we are building will be for our own good. So we stick to it and listen to those encouraging words of our elders, our friends, our loved ones. We move forward against all odds so to speak. Along the way we make some changes here and there, some adjustments, give a little more time to concentrate on the difficulties that needs resolving but pretty soon what we were looking forward to now becomes ours, FINALLY!

Don’t let history repeat itself. Somebody advised me that perhaps the reason why some things/events/circumstance happen over and over is because I might not have tackled the situation correctly. Too true. There’s the right way and the wrong way. Do I take a U-turn? Definitely NOT. Stop at the curb and think about which way would be the best you could take. Leave the past, move on forward. Be sensitive about the signs though; they’re there to put you on the right track.

And to end this year’s last entry, let me quote from Numbers 6:24-26… “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

Happy New Year!

Nine days

It’s been six days since we three, my hubby, our son and myself started attending the nine-day novena masses prelude to the Christmas “Misa de Aguinaldo”; a practice unique to the Philippines.

It was an unusual first day for us because then the country was hit by typhoon Nona. We had rain the whole day that time but we never expected that the area where the church was located was going to be flooded. Lo! And behold, all mass attendees seemingly were encamped at the church, it becoming our evacuation center at that particular time. It’s been an hour since the mass ended and the flood waters continued to rise. While my hubby was bent on staying, our son and I braved the storm. It was my son’s first experience wading in the flood. He took his shoes off while I preferred sacrificing my shoes. We both decided to fold our jeans because it would be difficult to wade in soaked jeans.

That’s the whole idea of the nine-day novena. It’s a sacrifice. It’s a show of love. It’s a gift, more than anything else.

We have three more days to complete the novena masses and we continue to wish our prayers be answered. Till then, let me greet everyone a Merry Christmas! We include in our prayers that the typhoon Nona victims experience God’s Hope, Love, Joy and Peace in their hearts.

The Seen and the Unseen

At this time of the year here in my side of the world, people are preparing for the “Undas” or better known in English as All Saints’ Day, observed on November 1.  There’s this practice of visiting our dead in the cemeteries, in osuaries or in columbaries.  So you’ll have people as early as one week before this date taking a leave from work or school, a lot of whom to be able to go back to the province to prepare the tombs — re-painting it, cutting the grass around it, et cetera; and it’s the same for those who just stay in the metro.

In most cases, people usually flock to the cemeteries and camp there beginning the eve, October 31 (where in the United States and perhaps elsewhere, they have the Halloween), and stay on till late the following day, November 1.  Some even extend their stay until November 2 which is actually the appropriate day to go visit the dead since it’s All Souls’ Day.

During this time, sometimes the whole month of November, you’ll hear lots of stories about “seeing” their dearly departed or even an unknown departed paying the living a visit.  It is also during this time that you’d hear devout Catholics reminding those who had the paranormal experience that what they saw or felt wasn’t real — that it’s their lack of faith that made them have the paranormal experience.

Whatever it may be, it may be true since you’d hear and see accounts about such experiences in tv shows evidenced by video and audio footage.

Personally, I had seen and felt the supposedly unseen, better yet call them ghosts, when in the company of people who have that “gift” so to speak, of the paranormal.  I remember while praying the rosary one night for our departed grandmother in her quaint old house, we saw her legs going up the stairs.  Still another episode while the family was praying, we saw something reflected in the mirror that was white and floating that quickly passed by. This was followed by the very audible sound of footsteps in the second floor of our house and at that time everybody else was downstairs praying.   A third episode was after we buried our mother.  We all were preparing to sleep when we heard plates being put on our dinner table.  After that, we heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. It did not stop there. My brother and I, because we used to sleep together with our mother on the same bed when she was alive, felt the bed being weighed down as if somebody sat on it.

Years later, alone in a big house, I experienced something of the sort.  It was late and I was finishing off work I brought home and felt as if somebody was observing everything that I was doing.  I guess you’ll agree with me about having that feeling when somebody’s looking at you and when you try to find out who it was, voila!  What you felt was accurate as there was indeed someone looking at you.  But as I said I was alone and there’s no one else there except me — no cat, dog, mouse or even a cockroach.  Strange, isn’t it.  And then I felt goosebumps.  What did I do after?  I just prayed and the feeling went away.  I was more concerned about finishing the work than being afraid.

Somehow this business of being afraid of ghosts is kind of funny especially with regards to a deceased family member.  Because when a family member dies, you’re all there mourning, really getting sentimental and emotional, wishing that he/she did not leave the world yet as he/she was in the prime of life, or was too young, or you haven’t spent time as long as you should have with him/her, et cetera.  However, by the time our dear departed is buried we dread the idea of being “paid a visit”.  The thought utterly freaks us out and frightens us to the hilt.  A prayer said for our dead would be the best way to get rid of that, plus of course a little time to meditate about how much we miss our loved ones; to also pray for strength and courage to be able to cope in their absence while going on with our lives.

The month of November in our side of the world really is eerie and undeniably spooky.  What with starting the month visiting the dead.  Somehow, the mind gets attuned to “feeling the unseen” plus the fact that November 2nd is “their” (the unseen’s) day which makes it all the more frightful.  It’s all in the mind, as the saying goes and that’s why the Church has dedicated that day for prayers for our dearly departed.  We forget, November 1 is All Saints’ Day — praying to them will get rid of our fear of the Unseen — that they, the Unseen will never be Seen, or heard or felt.

Just keep on praying!