Reflections

I was waiting for the rain to give us a good shower while the procession was on. The heavens were heavily dark, a signal that any moment rains would come by. It did not happen. It was the day before the fiesta. Last year, it was kinda different. People were just leaving the church after mass to join the procession and the rain started. Instead of leaving the queue and go home, people simply stayed put and marched on through the heavy fall and the music of the band. It was such a good sight to behold. The rains did not dampen the spirit of the people to make the longest ever procession I could possibly remember. Anyway, that is St. John the Baptist baptizing us with water from the heaven. Rain or no rain, people flocked to the procession. Though not as well attended as last year's, yet it was quite long. I told myself I never saw how many came last year, maybe, just maybe there were more attendees this year than last year. I do not know. Whatever it is the spirit of the celebration

I just do not understand why I am feeling this way. There are so many things roaming in my mind. If these are people running inside that empty shell of mine, then probably, they would have been too tired by now. But the thing is I do not even know what I am feeling. I just sense that there is so much agony inside of me. What is? That I cannot even attempt to decipher. Is it my class? Is it the pressure of the upcoming competitions? Is it my new found someone who I think is better than having none? Whatever it is, I believe, that my soul is clouded by so much pain and that its deepest recesses do no have the strength to redeem itself. I am not easily swayed by things around me. I can bend, I can stoop, but never wallow in misery. Yet, I am now. Rain comes and my heart could not even appreciate the cold sensation it offers. I look upon it as heaven's tears sympathizing with me. All I could harmonize is the pathetic feeling I am down with. What could this be? Sometimes there are quest

We have been friends for quite a long time now. The day we met was still playing vividly in my memory. We were introduced as newbies in the college. We were both new instructors. And having started at the same time, we held on to each other for support. Guess, none of us have thought that it would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We have not even thought we would become friends (hehehe). What with a world of differences between us! You like literature (and you teach English) and I like math. What a pair! Yet, our world collided with our differences. Somehow those differences were bridged by the meaning of their commonalities. We often have lengthy discussion over issues. We would take on different sides. Yet, we respect each other for that. Between us would be an ocean of brainwashing, brainstorming and even intellectual bashing. Still, at the end, friendship would prevail. The product are wealth of ideas and understanding for the two of us. As being the older one, you alway