Babsy

Let the light pierce through the darkness Close all old accounts, turn a new leaf Re-learn that old lesson of friendship Kill nor be killed, settle for lessening Amidst us of this fossilized hatred

Babsy

is my nickname

Perhaps that time has not come yet when our, Gods would listen to the beats in our hearts, peace and happiness spread their glow, perhaps we would have to force Mother Time?.

Rest in Peace, Wildy

Yesterday, as my family excitedly waiting for the Pacquiao fight, I searched the net for ways to watch it live. Someone posted on twitter, “Pacman won on round 9 by K.O.” and that message was shared to my family. However, my cousin in Manila who is also awaiting, knew it was not true because she is already watching live and the fight has not started yet. Then she mentioned that her guy best friend in college died. I was sad to hear such bad news, especially her batch was like my friends as well – and I was known to them as “Babsy.” She mentioned the name Wildy, but I have forgotten who he was, until I saw the news this afternoon of a teacher, robbed and killed. It was Wildy! I remembered him now, a good man and one of the few male batch-mates of my cousin whom I could remember the name, back during college days.

I am sad that there are heartless people in this world, who could do such a thing to a good person like Wildy. JUSTICE FOR WILDY!

Rest in Peace, Good Man. You’ll surely be missed.

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