It was really a nice anticipation of coming back home. 19th of April, I bought one way ticket to fly back to my very homeland, scheduled flight on May 01 which is actually a Labor Day in the Philippines.
It was the mixture of sadness and happiness. Sadness because I am going to leave my close friends on end of this month after a long four years of strong friendship with them. And of course happiness because I am gonna see those deep eyes of my daughter and sleepy one from my son — once again.
I can’t wait but imagining those smile and hungry for a mother expression from both of them. Aww! This will be another round of joy.
Whatever they said about my homeland Cotabato, I still can’t regret I was born from this city of what have known WAR. When people talk or think about Cotabato, the initial reaction was like “is it dangerous going there?”. Fuck! Do I look war-shocked cultured? Or should I say, if it was dangerous there, how could I be alive talking with you now, moron?
I’ve got below-the-belt discrimination when I was a looking for a college school way back 1996. Every time I approached a college registrar or cashier about stuff to where I will keep for the requirements, I do not failed of them asking me like “Are you a Muslim?”. Don’t you know that NOT ALL people came from Mindanao or Cotabato are Muslims. I am not meant to be bad to Muslim brothers/sisters, and so what if I am a Muslim? But I am a Catholic! And I don’t need to get a paper to stamp on my head telling you idiot moral people that I am a Catholic, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or what!
Then what, you will refuse me to enroll in your super school if I am a Muslim? Sometimes, people think backwards more than they do that’s why our country is not progressive just like other Muslim countries. They all misleading if they talk about Muslim people. Moral people thought they were soooo perfect! Congratulations! Take that award of high morality dangled on your neck! I am not a religious follower but I never step nor insult other religion because different people had different faith. But in the end, our soul had only one way of direction through our final judgment. And I don’t have ambition to advocate your thoughts too. Stop!
So here you go, Cotabato is a small city. When I was small, smaller than I am now.. maybe about 2 inches I thought Cotabato was a BIG place. When my dad used to get me into park I can not go to other side because I am afraid to get lost. But lah, when I came back to that park after 11 fucking years, I laughed so hard I can’t breathe because it was very small even my kids won’t enjoy the old place I adored before with much sentiments.
Oh well, whatever they said and think about my small homeland,still I loved Cotabato. So to all people who thought Cotabateños are murderers, suicide bombers, kidnappers or any diabolic character you may identify us, I DON’T really care. You might designed us wrongly on your highest-perfect thought but we are still human. Every human don’t have any right to degrade other human.
Well, peeps let me see if I can post some photos of Cotabato when I get back. As of now, I wanna share some details of Cotabato such like this:
Do You Know?
Cotabato City celebrated its 50th Golden Anniversary on June 20, 2009.
Yes, for your info too, I was born June 20 too. -_-
Just sharing that lah!
For more info about Cotabato just CLICK!
P/s: Image & info credit to the link above.
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
and cute Uncle 
with my pretty sister-in-law.
the very cute little pink girl Ms Kate!
Hahaha! Is it showing muscles or skintone? We both look like a “sumo-wrestler” here. Funny and cute indeed!
