finding meaning for all these tragedies...

it's 8:27pm and i have already talked to nelson,my brother, who, i had been trying to reach for about a week now, and he said that he's fine(been tortured by the thought that he was ill, after a panic call from mommy)..i have finished the documents i've set to do today-- early.. i've also done some editing on the websites I'm making.. i'm also done drafting the initial business plan for this thing that's cooking up in my brain for about two days now.. i've hardly thought of anything else except that these past couple of days and i'm so excited about it.. but.. it's a surprise..in short... i can relax and doodle with my blogs..

so ok, since FPJ died, i've been stuck to this channel covering his wake.. and late last night, i had goosebumps watching another tragedy live as it was happening..House Speaker Joe de Venecia's mansion in Dasmarinas Village went up in flames..the family, guests, security people and household helpers were able to escape the raging fire, except for their youngest daughter, 16yr-old KC, who they thought went out for coffee with his older brother.. About an hour later, they were all in panic when the brother arrived--without KC and they received a phone call from the latter asking for help.another hour or two later,the lifeless body of the teener was carried out from the second floor. less than two hours after that, her body was cremated and was taken to another swanky village for her wake.

having no sleep and still thinking about my business plan, i could hardly think deeper than i would have wanted to. i mean... hello.. what's happening here? the presidentiable king of philippine cinema, who was the hope not only of the philippine "masa" but also of all those crying out for the eradication of corruption in the government national just died. this guy was everybody's hero. heck, he could even be the envied hero of his political opponents. actually this sounds queer.. he's not actually a politician, see. but his heart is so big that all those he's helped all these years surfaced.. all those who voted for him and knew that he was the winner came to re affirm their support..

i'm at loss for words..just watching the boob tube, i was crying and thinking and writing and working all at the same time. go ahead and call me a crybaby.. or baduy.. or crazy, but i couldn't help feeling for him.

Ronnie Poe was one of those almost extinct breed of honourable men. never heard anything bad(in my book) against the guy..except that the narrow-minded called him stupid and uneducated just because he had not earned his "degree". first of all, watching his wake, seeing all the people he had helped, the lives that he had changed and made better, the hope that he had brought to millions-- i'd say he didn't need any certificate from any sad university telling the world that he was "educated" and "un-stupid". second of all, he had been personally and successfully running his own production company who holds the largest collection of well-preserved older films in the philippines. he was an astute business man with a generous, big heart, who was genuinely well-loved by his employees and apparently by everybody whom he had worked with. he shared his roof with nephews and nieces of his wife, susan roces, and considered them his own, and that alone says a lot about him. character need not a single diploma, plaque or trophy. when most things can easily come and go, the mark one's character leaves, stays.

philippines has always been a disaster-prone country, in my opinion. but starting midyear 2004, tragedies had been especially noticeable. they simply would not let up. earthquakes, floods, super typhoons, filipinos overseas being kidnapped by terrorists, peso-dollar rates in unthinkable proportions, the prices of basic commodities,utilities and gas products increasing in sky rocketing amounts, blatant corruption in the government, deaths from all walk of life--to your ordinary farmer, fisher folks, the urban father jumping off the bridge with his barely year old infant, the lady of philippine theater--zeneida amador, the great musician--levi celerio, the great composer--george canseco, the philippine king--FPJ, and now the daughter of the third most powerful man in the government who is also Poe's most open critic and political opponent--House Speaker Joe de Venecia's innocent young daughter. what do all these mean? in my book these are surely tragedies beyond normal limits. these aren't trivial matters. in my two-cents worth of piece, these indisputably alludes to something. it would be scarier to think that all these sad things happened for no reason at all. i'm just too tired to continue my thought processes at this moment.. meantime, go figure....