Lottie the volunteer's BLOG

 "Pag-ibig" ito ang matamis na salitang nag-uugnay sa bawat nilalang sa ibabaw ng mundong ito. Sabi nila ang salita ding ito ay dahilan ng pag-iyak ng bawat pusong nasasaktan na niloko at pinabayaan. Pero marami parin ang naniniwala sa mahikang dulot ng salitang ito.  Ang sabi ng karamihan, pag ito'y iyong naranasan ang bawat araw mo ay magkakaroon ng kulay at buhay. Kahit mahirap ang sitwasyon nagiging magaan dahil sa alam mong ikaw'y may katuwang. Isang kwento ang aking nasaksihan sa lansangan kung saan binubuhay ng dalawang mag-irog ang aking pag-asa na totoong merong pag-ibig.  Namulat ako sa pamilyang hindi kelanman na bigyan ng ibig sabihin ang matatamis na katagang iyon. Sabi nila ang mga anak ay bunga ng pagmamahalan. Pero ang alam ko, hindi lahat ng anak ay bunga nito. Isa ako sa mga buhay na halimbawa. Hindi ko kelanman nakitaan ng pagmamahal sa bawat isa ang aking mga magulang. Hiwalay sila ng ako na ay lumalaki.  Kaya ako'y namamangha a

"I can't handle your emotions." The words are simple. It was plain but meaningful. The rest was defined by my bleeding heart. It came from a friend. I guess, now he treated me as not. Realizations immediately came across. I admit that the words torn my lonely heart. I may be emotional because of the things that I have been into. No one understands that. Life has full of cruelty. The pain brought to me by the loss of my loved ones killed me every night. My tears fall every time I suffer. I prayed silently every time loneliness kills me. These emotions have dragged me to my limits. I felt sorry to my friends whom I talk to every time I feel this pain. I felt stupid. I am unmasking the truth behind this pain.  I struggled but I pray. Now, I don't expect people would understand me. I offer my emotions to God.  Because in Him, I found no rejections and insults.

The month of May had been one of my favorite months of the year since I was a kid. It’s not because it is a summer month, but because it is when we celebrate the mother’s day. And while on the 18 th is the special day of my mom. Tomorrow, the second Sunday of the month May many sons and daughters in the whole world will greet their mom a Happy Mother’s Day. This would be the very special day for every mother on earth. I used to greet and celebrate the same occasion with my mom before the tragic event happened in my life. I’m very proud of my mom. She is very industrious, kind-hearted, caring, loving and liberal mother. She raised me all by herself after my father had abandoned us. While she works as a teacher, she made  san ice candy every night just to augment our daily needs e specially that I am in my high school then. I watch her carefully on how to make it so that I could help her in doing it after my assignments. I am her only child and been her companion for 2

This photo was taken during the celebration of Tacloban City fiesta last 2014.  Learning is fun especially if you’re interested in exploring new things that come your way each day. One of my interests is learning on how to speak the various dialects of Eastern Visayas. I traveled a lot in the past few weeks touring around the beautiful places of our region. I never had a travel in my college years. It’s all about waking up in the morning, speaking behind the microphone and studying at night. Since I was a kid, I’ve heard people speaking in “bisaya” and I find it very short but sweet to the ears. I found out that in Eastern Visayas, the inhabitants of some towns and provinces were speaking in “bisaya”. The province of Southern Leyte widely speaks “bisaya” as the place was closer to Central Visayas where large numbers of inhabitants were speaking the same dialect. The word “pangga” is short for “palangga” means “loved” is the sweetest among all words I had ever he

I was tired and sleepy. The room was dark. Every corner was quiet. The window was half open. The air softly whispers as I tried to rest my tired body. No one is around. It’s just me and my radio. The music was feeding my soul as I closed my eyes. I felt the warmth of the sun as it envelops the whole city. I ate at no time. No one asks if had eaten or not. No one asks if I’m okay. Yeah, this is how to be an orphan. I live at my own discretion. I travel without getting any permission from no one. I am facing all the pain and sorrow alone and embracing the fact that my mom was gone. All I have was her. But she left me. No one is here for me. For the past few weeks I have Cain with me. He’s so lovable. He’s cute and adorable. But he also left me. He died. His death was very painful. My tears fell while I am in the middle of the sea. Tears ran down to my cheeks. I was speechless. Cain was gone. He was the one who waited for me w