This is my latest entry here but my entry here will not tackle my art but the water crisis that our community is facing on. Just give me this time to say what I feel right now and how devastated I am because of this unexpected phenomena.
Gracious! It's been four straight days and up to this moment, our community is no water connection at all. People now are so desperate where to get water to drink of and how to cleanse their selves up. Lots of pales and containers were lined on the road just to get water from the fire truck sponsored by our local government. Because of this crisis, many people are very much affected particularly the young ones (babies, toddlers) because of this incident. Who's the one to blame? If we just look around, our world is full of natural resources that God provided us but we didn't use it wisely. Instead, we are too abusive and greedy just for our own sake. We have clean rivers before, but look at it now, it's messy, dirty and not healthy to drink of. And now, we're crying our hearts out and begging for this precious water but we didn't take it to care before. This is just a consequence we need to pay because of our negligence to Mother Earth. It's just a simple lesson that we should bear in mind that nothing lasts forever, even an endless road and an everlasting life has also a finish line.
Let's just pray for the better that it's not too late to fix these problems we're facing. And when the day comes that all things come back to normal, I just hope that we've learned our lesson and make a promise that we will be thankful and we should take care and cherish all the blessings that our Creator has given to us.
My Nanay and I went to Himlayan Cemetery to visit my Tatay’s grave in remembering his 14th death anniversary. August 29 is the exact date of Tatay’s death anniversary but due to household chores that Nanay and I usually do every weekend, we decided to visit Tatay the following day (August 30, 2010). Yes, it’s been 14 long years that our Tatay left us due to lung cancer but his presence in our lives still lingers on. I was nine 9 years old when he passed away but the memories I’ve shared with my father are still very vivid and unforgettable. I considered my Nanay as the soft-spoken in our family while my Tatay was the disciplinarian. Though my father has a strong personality, I was never scared of him because I know that in his strong character, a good and loving father is what he really portrayed. I heard a lot of good comments about my father that most of our relatives liked him. They’ve said that my father was well-loved by everybody because of his character. Yes, he’s strict, but...
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