Eight Lies Of A Mother


This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say, “Eat this rice, son, I’m not hungry.”

This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; my heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, “Eat this fish son, I don’t really like fish.”

This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.” Mother smiled and said, “Go to sleep son, I’m not tired.”

This was Mother’s Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her… Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother’s love. Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said, “Drink son, I’m not thirsty!”

This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle, who lived near my house, came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying, “I don’t need love.”

This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, “I have enough money.”

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn’t want to bother her son. She said to me, “I’m not used to high living.”

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, “Don’t cry son, I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this eighth lie, she died.

M – O – T – H – E – R

“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of gold,
“E” is for her eyes with love-light shining in them,
“R” means right , and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER”

… a word that means the world to me.




*credits to the author who happens to be “Anonymous”


Why We Love Mom

Our mothers are many times the unsung heroes of our lives. Whether it’s their endless encouragement or the example they set, our moms are crucial to every part of our lives and seldom ask for anything in return. It’s time we let mom know we appreciate all the things she has done for us.

“I’m just a Tourist.”

***Spoiler FREE***

Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp in one scene at their Hotel room in Venice.

I’ve been waiting for this movie since December. Finally, its screening opened today! Of course, I watched it.

How much lovely Paris and Venice can be if you will see the most elegant gorgeous woman walking on its streets, Angelina Jolie. I love the first several scenes where the camera just follows Angelina while walking, her stance, her stare, her elegant gestures and I should say, her EYES & LIPS. Then, you will have the impression that this movie is more of like a game, a cat and dog chasing the cheese of a mouse between Angelina Jolie who plays Elise, Johnny Depp who plays (I would rather not disclose this *SPOILER*) and the cops.

It is not much like of an action-suspense-romance film but it’s more of like that, somehow. LOL Story starts with Angelina being chased by the police because she’s the only contact person of this man who stole lotsa lotsa money. Angelina receives these letters giving her instructions where to go and how to mislead the cops. (You gotta watch it how Angelina plays like this effortlessly.)

Over-all, the movie got lots of twists in the story and how it was twisted is the BEST. Do not expect some huge explosion and car bombings and all because again this is NOT an action film. The only thing that will keep you watching it is when you keep on asking yourself “Who the hell is Alexander Pierce?” “Who the hell sends the letter?” “Oh, that might be him…” and all those cliff-hanging ideas or assumptions in your mind. There’s no BED scene too because this is NOT Angelina Jolie’s “Original Sin” movie. No, she did not show her butt.

About Johnny and Angie’s chemistry, I must admit they lack on that corner. Although Johnny and Angie are at no doubt very brilliant actors that they can portray any role, there is still something missing between the two of them when they’re in one scene.

Above all, the end part was awesomely the best. I have not thought that it would end like that. And, I’m sure if you will think about the end part deeply, you’ll know what the  real message of the movie is all about.

Yes I did and I believe in that.

*hugs Angelina’s wax figure* LOL

I will have a full-movie review with specific details once the movie is off theaters.

His Last Breath

His Last Breath

Living a life with something important that’s part of your everyday life is indeed fulfilling without thinking that that something will never leave you. It is more fulfilling if that something is a person who is very important in to you. A person, who shared his blood with you, shared the air that you breathe. A person who first taught you to be a good son, to respect women the same way you respect your mother. But what if that person left you to soon even before you can show to him that you loved him so dearly and that you appreciate him as your father?


My Dad passed away last June 2004; he was murdered by a suspect that no law of man can kill, “Cancer”. He was diagnosed of colon cancer late year 2003 and was confined in the hospital for more than 2 months last 2004. Series of tests and preparation was done for his operation but his body disagreed. He went home. After more or less than a month at home, he passed away. It was around 8 in the morning when I heard my mom cried his name. I saw my mom holding my Dad’s hand while praying. I am not sure if I am lucky or not to see how he gasped for his last breath. He’s gone.

That was the most sorrowful morning of my life. Waking up means new beginning, but on that day I woke up to witness how my Dad’s life ended. I did not cry but I was stunned. I knew that day was coming but not very soon. In a span of less than a year after he was diagnosed, cancer did all it can to murder my Dad.

I regret all the things that I have not done for him. There are still lots of “what ifs” going on in my mind up to this day. But one thing that I am proud of was to talk to him 6 hours before he died. That talk was very heart-breaking, emotional and painful. I did not know that it will be our last conversation but it seemed like it was a “reassurance-everything-is-okay talk”. And it turned out to be a “Letting Go”.


Today was supposed to be his 62nd Birthday; he stopped aging when he was 55 years old.



In Memoriam – Nicolas C. De Vera | October 12, 1948 – June 4, 2004


•NJayMaldito• 10122010 •

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‘God’ in Harry Potter

In a world full of wizardry, witchcraft, sorcery, enchantment and above all ‘Magic’ a reader will never expect any biblical word to be mentioned at any part. But since the author herself is I believe a Christian, it is not surprising to notice or read any christian elements in the books.

I was surprised after I saw this line (shown on the picture) on the 5th chapter of the last book. Seeing the word ‘God’ is really a big deal because it was never mentioned as far as I can remember in any previous books and because the wizards or the magical people do not believe in ‘God’.

Since I am re-reading this book, I think JK used the word ‘God’ twice or thrice.

I have never seen any interview of JK talking about it also.

Well, I don’t think this article has any sense at all. LOL

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When a Housemaid knows so much ( Inday )


“much as i want to indulge in the proliferation of such indecent and malicious information, i want to lift the stigma and alleviate society’s perception of our profession.”
– inday, tumatangging makipagtsismisan sa katulong sa kabilang bahay

“don’t limit my capacity in the four corners of this luxurious abode. expose me to the real challenges of the outside world. i want to grow as an individual with dynamic experiences.”
– inday, nagrereklamo kasi ayaw syang isama sa enchanted kingdom

” a change in the weather patterns might have occured causing havoc to the affected surroundings.. the way debris are scattered indicated that the gust of wind is going northeast.. causing damage to the path it is going..”
– sagot ni inday sa amo nung tinanong kung bakit nagkalat ang basura sa likod ng bahay

Sa Resto:

Waiter : Ano po order nila maam?

Amo: Ung fried chicken meal na lang. Ikaw inday,ano sayo?

Inday: I would like to partake of a dish of sautéed pork and chicken,boiled in thick essence of soy and cane extracts,with copious amount of garlic, onion and laurel,sprinkled generously with fine spices and served with generous helping of root crop and a helping of rice.

Amo: Iho, paorder daw ng adobo with rice

It is in mistakes that we learn how to grow to be better individuals.
You may judge me for what you see but it is not my mistakes that determines who i am but it is what i do to make it right.
– sabi ni inday nung nakabasag sya ng pinggan…

“I stay awake in the coldness of the darkened sky contemplating why, for some reasons, has my emptiness made itself manifests, extending to that niche where I was given life and growth, that because of austerity I was made separated from…”
– Inday… hindi makatulog dahil nahohomesick

I am solitary. I find it hard to succumb into slumber, though the downpour of rain should’ve made it easy. This exuberant emotional glue I have for you, cannot be simply washed away. The multiplicity of what I feel for you is inevitable. This isn’t platonic. It’s real, true romance.”
– Inday, nageemote sa may bintana, habang iniisip si Dodong, ang boyfriend niya.

“The statute restricts me to love you but you have the provocation. The way you smile is the proximate cause why I love you. We have some rules to think of. We have no vested rights to love each other because the upper household dismissed my petition!”
– ganito nakipagbreak si Inday kay Dodong (driver ng kapitbahay)

Amo: Inday bumili ka nga ng mga isda.. o nga pla inglesira ka… would you please purchase many fishes for our this week’s meals?

Inday: Judging from your statement I believe you meant a variety of fish. The term “fishes”, although rarely and even erroneously used, connotes a plethora or an array of different kinds of the aforementioned gilled creatures. But the more pressing questions before I traveresed the road to the wet market would be: What certain type of fish? Fillet or not? Frozen or just right smack the day’s catch? (Pauses) Aaah… by manner of careful extrapolation, given the meager budget in this household’s quasi-peasant middle class taste, I assume then I will source the staple “galewng-gowng” . Am I correct?

Amo: Leche!

Inday: You meant the freshwater milkfish? Then the “ba-ngooz” is it!

“La vida no es una broma actualmente. El dinero es tan duro de pasar. Puede usted bajar el precio parci mi? Soy ya su compradora avido diario por favor?
– si Inday tumatawad sa merkado ng isinama siya ng amo sa España