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Seeds of grief:
1. Denial – I would say part of me is still in denial. My childhood with my father was that rich and I can still clearly remember those days when I got scolded; his whistles that means it’s time to go home; the night and day we spent on the farm; my graduation; the day I was circumcised. That it’s him that you’ll see in every side of the house.
2. Anger – That we shouldn’t focused on his kidney problem, that we discover his disease earlier where there is a chance for survival, for curing.
3. Fear – Losing him…
4. Guilt – None. We did everything. He knows we did everything – financially, physically, psychologically and spiritually. He have us on his battle; that we didn’t abandon him.
5. Depression – As I’ve said, I am still in denial. I am back from my 2 weeks leave; back to my desk here spending long hours for work; having conversation with colleagues; exchanging laughs with friends but behind my smiles, there lies a sadness. Soon it will be Christmas and I can’t just imagine that we will celebrate the Holiday without him – physically.
6. Acceptance – It’s a fact that he’s gone. We all have to accept that. I have to move on. We all have to move on. He doesn’t want to see us this way otherwise he too couldn’t move on with his new life.
He is 64 years old, still young isn’t he. But he’s with HIM now. Please continue praying for his soul.
Mr. Rupitacio D. de Chavez Sr.
March 2, 1943 – November 11, 2007
May he rest in Peace.
Pray for my family as well especially for my mother.
We all love you father, we will miss you.
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II. The Big Day
Tere and Tiny woke up early; as usual I’m the last one to get up on my bed. I can see that Tere is excited; well, we all are excited and looking forward for Tere’s session with BenCab. After dressing up, we headed somewhere north and have breakfast at PNKY Café – another gastronome experience. While waiting for the food, we have some photo ops at the café’s garden. After 3 clicks on my DigiCam, it died out. I blamed Tere for the happening, I instructed her to buy an Energizer battery but she had Eveready instead. I shouldn’t have replaced the bundled battery of the DigiCam. Tere made her way out by saying that she once watched an Oprah episode where the host said that it doesn’t matter whatever your battery’s brand is, that they are basically using the same substance. Luckily, Tiny has the DigiCam with her. Couple of hours past, and we head to Pinsao Pilot, somewhere south to meet up with the master Mr. BenCab. We got lost on our way but we’ve finally got to his place after having some ups and downs, twists and turns on this maze-like road. BenCab was standing on their driveway, though we have no idea [at least Tiny and I] where in the world is his place located, we are very much sure that it’s him standing on the driveway and waiting for us. He humbly welcomes us to his place, what else should you expect from an artist lair but fantastic works of art. Man, I am stupefied as I gazed on his gallery. After a short tour on his place, time has come for Tere and so she lay back as the master draws her. Tiny and I, on the other hand wanders on BenCab’s garden. There was like 5 levels of his garden beautifully trimmed wherein a pond and a hut lies on the 5th level. As Tere strikes a pose for BenCab, Tiny and I on the other hand, are busy taking pictures, striking our own pose for the sake of photography. Few hours passed and Tere sent us a message telling that she’s done and that she’s looking for us. I said to Tiny if it was BenCab who’s slow or it was us that really didn’t notice the passing of time. Looking up from the 5th level of his garden – it was a long and tiring walk, but it’s all worth it. Tere, approached us with the masterpiece – yes, BenCab let Tere have his work. Before we left BenCab’s place, he took a picture of the three of us and offered to drive us downtown since he’s also going to meet some colleague for lunch. Again, we had our lunch at Café by the Ruins; there we’ve also met Dave, a colleague from ABS-CBN Global. For lunch, I tried their “pinikpikan”, heard it was their specialty, silly thing is Tiny described pinikpikan as made from blood with some organs in it, that’s why I refused to have it the first time we had lunch, but for this time she insisted for me to try it out. Surprise! Pinikpikan was like the typical “tinolang manok”. After the mouthful lunch, we headed to North Haven SPA, to reward ourselves by having some massage. We decided to be in the same room, all the three of us – the reason – so we can still chat, funny thing is as soon as we lay down on our respective couch, we are all still throughout the session, I even fall asleep that the attendant has to wake me up to tell that we’re done. We then have some lemon grass tea afterwards. For our dinner, its time to try Barrio Fiesta, just across SM, well, I must commend Tiny for a job well done having all the places researched prior to our trip; she’s been like our tour guide. Back to the food, another mouth-watering native food we had. Now, I must say this is the most exciting part of the trip – our photo ops on Barrio Fiesta. The compound houses amusing statues, some of them are Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, Former Presidents Cory Aquino and Fidel Ramos, the late Cardinal Sin and members of the famous Igorot tribe. To wrap up the evening, we travelled few kilometers leading us to Camp John Hay and have some coffee at Starbucks. Day 2 of our trip ended the same way as Day 1.
III. Realization
“Wake me up, when September ends”, famous line from Greenday’s popular song. Day 3 of our trip, Tiny left 5 hours earlier than us. Now it was only the two of us, Tere and I have our brunch at Don Henrico’s but we were able to gazed upon on the display at Vocas, an art space that defies any notions of gallery in your head, Vocas is a wonderland located on the roof of the La Azotea Building along Session Road. You’d be hard pressed to find a right angle anywhere in this place, crafted out of old wood, twisted metal and creative juices. Sorry Tiny for not seeing the place, that’s for leaving early. Tere and I left for Manila at 12 noon, its time to finally bid goodbye. Surely we will miss Baguio, time flies but memories linger for people who treasure every bit of experience. I guess that applies on this experience. And as what Tiny, Tere and I always say, “It was a blast!”
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James Blunt released his sophomore album entitled: “All The Lost Souls” last September 18th. At first, I am hesitant to buy the album because frankly speaking, I branded him as a “one-hit-wonder” artist. Let’s admit it that “You’re Beautiful” was the only single that really made it to the music charts wayback 2005. Now, I am intruged when I saw the promotional album cover for this album – photo mosaic inspired it is. One and a half month after the album released, I give it a try and bought the album. The first thing I did was to ripped the CD thru my media player and imported them on my iTunes player. Comparing this album from the previous one, I must say that now the tracks are more distinctive, he was able to bleand rock and mellow music. The opening track “1973” was very nostalgic track, though it wasn’t the carrier single, the first track would made you fall in love with the songs [and the album] and would give you a glimpse on what to expect on the other songs. Listening to the album itself, I can’t help but realy fall in love with the songs. Album up now here for download, password is “http://hethler.blogspot.com“. var AdBrite_Title_Color = ‘006699′;
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