When lethargic university lecturer, Theo Gomez, meets an enigmatic and mysterious woman one night, he never expects his life to change forever. Yet, when Juniper asks him the haunting question "Will you cry when I die?" he is drawn into a passionate...
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I guess we'll never be ready when Death knocks on our door asking to rip your soul don't worry, Death I can't count how many times I died
/1/ The Man Who Can't Cry
[THEODORE]
IN my twenty-five years of existence, I only cried once. Malinaw pa rin sa aking alaala ang araw kung kailan ako huling umiyak, it was twenty years ago when my first dog died.
My dog, Buddo, a loyal Golden Retriever; he was our family's dog already before I was born. I can't remember all my memories with Buddo but I know well within my heart that I loved him very much. One day, it was summer when Buddo died because of sickness.
The day Buddo died was a grim reminder to my five-year-old heart that nothing's going to last. I learned at such a young age that all living things are bound to die.
Walang permanente sa mundo, ang lahat ng bagay ay mawawala, magbabago, maglalaho, at mamamatay.
Simula noong araw na 'yon, wala na akong bagay na iniyakan. Kahit masaktan at madapa ako sa paglalaro, hindi tumulo kahit isang butil ng luha sa aking mga mata. Kahit na minsan akong ma-bully noong elementary at high school, hindi ako umiyak.
Naisip ko na siguro sadyang mataas lang ang pain tolerance ko sa mga bagay-bagay kaya hindi ako umiiyak. Until my parents died in an accident when I was in college, I didn't shed a single tear when I first heard the news. I thought maybe because of the shock, but the funeral came at hanggang sa malibing sila ay hindi ako umiyak.
Something's wrong with me. For the first time, it bothered me, I want to cry but I just can't. I even thought that I might be a psychopath but that's out of the question, I can feel emotions, I can be sad, angry and so on. I just don't understand why I can't cry.
Certainly, there are people out there who are like me, men who can't cry just because they can't, not because they refrain to do so.
Mas lalong lumakas ang iyakan ng mga tao sa paligid ko nang huminto kami sa paglalakad, narating na namin ang paglilibingan at ayaw pa rin tumila ng ulan na tila nakikisabay sa kalungkutan.
Inilibas mula sa sasakyan ang kabaong at bago ito nilibing ay binuksan ito upang bigyan ng dasal ng pari at para makapagpaalam sa huling pagkakataon ang mga mahal sa buhay ng yumao.
It's my cousin, Arlo, who died because of a traffic accident. He's gone too soon, maraming nanghihinayang sa pagkawala niya dahil napakabata pa niya, twenty years old, fresh graduate, Summa Cum Laude, and an active student leader.
Maraming dumalo sa libing ni Arlo ngayon, bukod sa mga pamilya, kamag-anak, at kapitbahay nila Auntie Elma, ay nakiramay din ang mga professors, officials, at students ng university na pinapasukan noon ni Arlo. He's a good kid, walang masasabing hindi maganda sa record niya mapa-grades man o character.
