Something for Gilbert

It was a Tuesday afternoon when me and my brothers decided to visit a friend who've died a week ago, we used to call him "hindot" a tagalog word for sex, i never knew why they named him that way but every time we call his attention the crowd would usually have a huge grin on their face.

This dude never made it through high-school but he was rich with friends everybody knew him not because of his unusual nick name but rather his jolly attitude towards anybody, he was a tricycle driver a common method of transportation here in Philippines, every time he waits for his turn to fetch any commuters he would be wearing his yellow jersey, sun glass, and his "short- shorts" and would usually be laughing boisterously with his own jokes, he died of heart-attack at the age of 26 he had a son and a wife but they were never married, i think his wife still doesn't know that he's dead, poor guy.

On the way to his grave, I've noticed how desperate people would be just to get some money,

I am not really sure if this thing happens to other countries but here in my beloved country a common sight of robbed corpses, rampaged graves, and tombstones with vandalism are pretty much what you'll see when Halloween and all soul's day comes.


After our little excursion I've thought about some things like poverty, life, and death, and how it affects our daily lives, about poverty could I blame those people who looted dead bodies, and tombstones even the gates and padlocks were not spared I'm pretty sure the money gained in their deed would somehow help suffice their daily needs but to do such a thing... about life, I have to admit sometimes i just take


it for granted for not taking care of my health, for drinking like there's no tomorrow or eating like It's my last day on earth, I do things which at the end of the day I'll regret, I meet a lot of people some of them would offer me friendship but in return I'll just ignore them, whenever I'm in bed I used to say that I only live once any good thing that I could do while I'm alive let me do them at once for I shall never have the chance or the opportunity to do it again; somehow it made my life colorful but regrets are unavoidable... about death, meeting your creator is a fact which all of us has to face the sooner the better, for a friend who've departed us i hope that for the few months we've shared together, few times we saw each other got drunk, few times we had our fists bruised from the faces of our enemies, all of those were time spent well my friend