Bomb Blast

Another bomb. Lives lost. Many injured.

I used to really love Cotabato City, it was a place I called home. WAS. Now, I can't even think straight if I'm within the city, be it a quick business trip or even if we are just driving through, there's always a feeling of unease and a sense of danger; a little voice inside my head always whispers a litany of warnings - hold onto your bag, don't let go of your kids' hands, don't be so comfortable in crowded places - the list is endless.

The fear started about 6 years ago. I was still in Cebu then, working. My beloved sister was in a PUV going to the city center to have her shoe fixed when she was shot at point-blank range, all because of a cell phone. My sister was rushed to the hospital and spent hours in the operating room fighting for her life. She is alive.

Another horrifying incident happened moths later, and this time, it happened to my brother. He was at the city center, picking up photos he had had developed, when all of a sudden, a group of boys smashed his head with a rock. My brother ran for cover, so did his two friends, but not without the assailants coming after them.

And now, years after those incidents, it's as if all that we can hear from the news about Cotabato City are deaths, hold-ups, kidnappings, and yes, bombings. What is happening, Cotabato City? Doesn't anybody value life anymore?

rainy days.. :)

I love rainy days. I love the smell of the sweet, crisp, fresh wet grass. They smell so... clean. Like the world has been cleansed - the cool rain washing away the dirt, pain, disappointments, lies, problems and evils of the world, leaving only hope and happiness in its wake.

It was this kind of day today. I spend my day outside, feeling the cool breeze, listening and watching the rain as it kissed the grass on my front yard.

Clean slates - this was my thoughts when as I was watching my baby girl play in the rain, loving the way the rain caressed her soft skin, squealing in delight to show her happiness. I was then that I remember I have a blog - two, in fact. This one, and http://ladycalliope.wordpress.com/. I scanned the posts I had on the wordpress blog, and found that I had nothing but headaches, hurts and hatred. Almost all of the posts were about something that I could definitely live without. So, here I am, coming back to my first home.

I contemplated on making yet another blog, to start anew. To have a clean, fresh start. But I figured, all of my past posts were/are a part of me. And they are a reminder of how much I have grown, changed and learned.

So, instead of creating a new blog, I would keep this one, and start making new stories, instead. :)