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riding the jeepney... 8am... with sleepy eyes i looked out and saw the world living in vibrant colours of the sun..

you see them kids walking at the sidewalk like ducklings following their mother with 2 pesos ice candy in their hands for breakfast

you see them kids running around in the playground of the school and you ask yourself.. now where has quality education gone? playing hide and seek like them kids? why wont you come out now?

you see them old people, sitting on benches at the sidewalk or sitting down on wheel chairs... their snowy white brows- a hint of wisdom beyond my years... eyes tired but observing...

you see them professionals or working adults.. forming what seems like a line waiting for the jeepney

you see them basureras and basureros fetching your dirty garbage from your homes with their very big truck or their poorly tattered tulod-tulod...

you see them teenagers without no hope for a good future.. sleeping on still closed shops or at sidewalks or are lining up at the sidewalks.. smoking their cigarrettes.. hairs unruly without a bath.. and you find yourself asking: are they the future of our country...

you see them badjaos their hands outstretched asking for piso or alms... some have kids with them.. some are blind... some are handicapped... some have their ukelele's and cans.. some have their hats... or even water cups... and you see him the old man under a still on going construction of a very tall building and you find your heart ache..saying to yourself: where is his family? i just hope to God that my parents wont end like him... i pray to him to bless me so that i can stop that situation from happening to my parents.. they have given me a good and comfortable life and i should offer that to them as well...

you see them... all of them... and how you wish you were bringing your camera to take a photo to remind you of that day but then again they will forever remain imprinted on your mind and in your heart...

everything comes full circle when you say: "lugar lang manong" and begin to walk(yes, walk) towards your school.. meeting familiar faces along the way and amidst the heat, you smile and say:

"hello world its time for another chapter of my life..

another canvas to be painted in life's portrait..."

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march 22, 2007
4:20pm