All Hail the Master Rapper

The battle has ended…

(1964 - 2009)

"Three stars and a sun, in one sky, so high,
I live and die and die will I for my
Motherland this is the land of my birth,
No purse is worth the price of this earth
Can we rise, can we all, hell no!,
Or should we all just take the fall?
Bless the man if his heart and his land are one
...3 stars & a sun!"

Master Rapper Francis Magalona passed away yesterday noon. He was 44...

My officemate who has a nearby house near our office break the news after lunch and I was really saddened when I heard it. I had high hopes that Francis M would survive or at least live much longer because of his hopes and courage. I always read his blog to check on his updates and as he said he was very happy for his upcoming stem cell transplant this month. But apparently he didn’t make it to the date and he has the leave his family and "us", his fans yesterday.

I like Kiko and I can say that I’m a big fan (especially hubby). But my admiration got even higher when he got the diseases and was still on his feet fighting with chin up and as the title of his other blog says, he’s into a “Happy Battle”.

He was a great lost in our Music Industry but a great pride for the hopeless. I know how his friends and family feels this very instant because I’ve been there. Sad to say… :(

But as we all know, life has to go on… at least Kiko wouldn’t feel the pain of chemotherapy and sepsis now, right? Again, to his family and friends… Our Condolences…

May you rest in peace Francis... you're free.. and BRAVO for a great fight!

May he be the LAST

I didn’t work or blog yesterday because I wasn’t feeling well. I got a fever and somehow it got worst when my dad called me telling me that my Uncle Fred who was diagnosed with the big C last November 2008 had died! Yes, this is the second one this year (I hate January!). Urgh!

Uncle Fred is my dad’s elder brother. He is the eldest amongst the 10 siblings and the only one who hasn’t had any wife and children. He was single man and was an alcoholic dude. He literally gargle alcoholic drinks everyday even though he hasn’t eaten anything yet. I think he was a kinda rebellious because he felt neglected and useless by his family. That’s why last November 2008 he got a problem on his bowel movement and when the doctor checks on him, they saw numerous cysts in his various organs. He has one on his liver, colon and in his lung area. He was then given 3 months to live and yesterday was his last day. Sad to say, he has to die in a painful manner. I never had a glimpse since the day he had cancer. I would rather store a non-cancerous image of him in my mind than remembering how he looks when he got the disease. But as everybody has been saying, its better that he was finally laid to rest in a place where there’s no cancer and no more pain. No more dreaded disease, no more pain. Just plain happiness and serenity.

May you rest in peace Uncle Fred.

Please Lord please stop the hurting now.. may he be the last one Father… or I can’t take it anymore... :(

It's Finished

It’s finished. My friend was finally laid to rest last Sunday.


At that time all I want was to burst my emotions and I did. I wept until I had no tears to ooze and until my eyes hurt and got baggy. I wanted to cry because I wanted him to see that I care for him more then he knows – an emotion that I haven’t really showed when he was still alive. {*regretting*}. I cried from the time they pulled him out of his place till the time they closed his coffin at the cemetery. The feeling was unbearable. I accompanied his wife and made myself strong, knowing she feels worst than I am and that she could break at anytime and she did. :(

Red and I have known each other since 2001, by 2003 he was transferred to my department. He was my assistant on every task that I do. Everyday we have different transactions to share (work and nonwork-related) and more often than work is those days of just being a friend and an argue mate which I really miss. From the time we met, we see and talk to each other everyday for almost 8 hours a day, 6 days a week and we did that for almost 8 years! So imagine how I felt when our supervisor on duty called me at 3:30 in the morning on that dreadful day of January 7, 2009, the day where his life was cut short! :(

Since that day I never had a serene sleep because all I see was his image (each time I close my eyes). I never felt this kind of pain before, maybe because his death was unexpected and unbearable. He could have survived if he was careful and responsible enough. Urgh! :(

Or maybe what pains me more is that my hope of having a joyous and fruitful start this year had suddenly perished because of death! :,(

Hush! Enough of this! I need to move on and just think of that fact that he’s now in peace. No worries, no pain, no stresses or whatever, just peace. And all I have to think now are those unforgettable happy, wacky memories that we had when he was still with us.

Or maybe for a while.. I might convince myself that he just resigned and left for abroad and that he may never come back home… maybe… in time.

The need to move on

Tell me, how can one start again after a death of a love one?

I feel horrible but I also feel tired. I look like I’ve been munching a bunch of weight loss pill when I saw myself in my mirror this morning. I really feel bad that something like this have to happen to all of us.

I know it’s not the end of the world but you can’t blame me for having this pain. I hate DEATH, I really hate it and any forms relating to it.

I know our blood isn’t the same as that of my relatives but he was more than a friend – he was a BROTHER to me… painful as it seems I know I need to go on. But it may take a while before that happens.

I can't believe he's GONE...

Yesterday, January 7, 2009, was one of the worst days of my life.

A dear friend of mine had bid goodbye forever and today was even worse because of the realization that I have to accept that the days with him are finally over. God! The fact of his death hasn’t really sunk into my system and each time I remember his death, tears can’t help but fall from my eyes.

In reality, the cause of death was nonsense for me. Somehow, my thoughts say that its better that he could have died with an illness or better that he could have perished of something nobler than negligence. Yes, his death was cause by his own negligence, a situation that he could have pass if he was careful and aware enough of his consciousness.

Hay, I really can’t relay the whole story now and I can’t say his name yet because a friend of mine who is also a blogger doesn’t know he’s gone, Till then I have to keep it all to me.

Daboy is gone

I was quite shocked when I heard the news that Rudy Fernandez has died. Well, I'm not a fan but I never thought that he'll die this soon. He passed away just this morning around 6:15am, after almost 2 years of battle from his pancreatic cancer. He died in his sleep and is only 55 years old. So sad… :(

Now, I’m having this nega feeling that if you have cancer as an illness, you’ll definitely die soon or sooner. Hay! :(

Death is truly the most saddening part of any living being on earth. And as all of us know, death will sure come in each and everyone of us and no matter how we prepare and we accept, death will certainly gives us tears and despair.

May he rest in peace.