Reflections

Stupid! That was how my mathematics teacher called me once during my senior year in high school. I was in front of the class, on the board, having answered incorrectly a math problem he said was easy. Stunned and stupefied, I could not remember how long have I stood there. I thought my legs kept me from moving, when so many eyes were upon me, I was enveloped with embarrassment and numbness. After the class, I declined to have my lunch, afraid that my classmates would poke fun at me. And yes they did, behind me (which i would learn later). That was the turning point of my life with mathematics. I really could not blame my teacher. Mathematics was something I detest then, and it was my waterloo. But that unfortunate incident, it dawned upon me that I better put myself together and redeem myself. Not to prove to my teacher that I am what he thinks I am, I embarked on a journey. And this I did with mathematics as company. Years later, I earned my degree in mathematics. When it came to my t...

Yehey! I now have a new digital camera. It's a Nixon, silver-coated and touch screen. Whew! Thought I could never replaced the one I lost. When I was trying to figure out how the thing works, memories with my old Sony Cybershot hit me like a lightning. Bought it a year after my stay in Malaysia. In fact, it was the most expensive ware I bought while there. During my trips, my Sony cam would be with me to document the memories. Everywhere I go, there my cam was also with me. It became my source of refuge, my silent companion, my memory keeper. It captured the high and low moments of my life. But I lost it. When that happens, a part of me seems to have gone with it. I felt empty and lonely. Not that it is just a thing but it is more than that. It became my partner. It meant a lot to me and the scene when I bought it still clearly plays in my mind. The excitement, the glee, the pride of having something I long wanted. One time when I was about to leave SM during a visit, I passed by ...

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...

My grandmother used to tell us to shower during the first rain of May. The month is almost done and still no rain would visit us. Then, like a miracle, in the early afternoon of the day, the heavens became dark signaling the birth of a heavy downpour. Then, it came. After a long wait, the rains bathed the town. The earth having been deprived of a healthy concoction drowned itself lustily of the sweetness that is rain. I went out for a while. Since I was little, it was my tradition to bathe in the first shower of May. I inherited it from Nanay who claimed that agua de Mayo is good for the body. My mom and a sister joined me too. Whether it is really healthy or otherwise, I could only care less. The beauty of maintaining that tradition is quite nostalgic and riveting. Anyway, the rainwater feels cold in my skin, a welcome reprise from the scorching heat of the sun. Global warming has affected us so much. May is considered the month of flowers. It happens because rains come early durin...

It is May again. It is when flowers abloom and the faithful flocks to the church to offer them to Mama Mary. This is how May is, the month of flowers. Mama Mary, the Queen of Flowers. When I was young, I would always join night prayers in tuklong (a sort of an improvised prayer chapel where people in a small community gather to pray especially in May) with other kids. Of course, the old folks would lead us to prayer. Then, there were singing and flower offering. But the most awaited part of the night is after the prayer. Sponsor for the night would offer food to eat for everyone in attendance. Young people, mostly kids, would queue up for arroz caldo, sopas, keleroy, pansit, what have you. Everyone would savor the little that we have and match it with lots of stories and laughters. The night would sleep late for young ones, while the older ones would brag them to go home after some time. That is how I used to remember my young life every time May is here. It is how I spent my nights w...

Uneasy. That was how I felt during the day. I could not fathom why. There must be something but really I could not remember any. Earlier, a week ago, I knew it was coming. It reminded me of the most painful part of my life. And probably that causes my grief. Until now. After a year. Today is your graduation day. What a time to think about it? And it is also the day we separated a year ago. Isn't it too tiring? Having both goodbyes on the same date? Hehe, just trying to sound funny. Then, in the midst of my uneasiness, I watched your photos, I played our songs, I reminisced that very night, I cried. It was terrible. It happened all of a sudden. One lousy night, one stupid fight, and everything was gone. What has love got to do with it? I thought we were inseparable. But that night proved us wrong. I do not know what to think of us, of you. All I know is to go on living, and loving. But how do you love again when there is so much pain in your heart? My heart longs for the same love...

Never had a good sleep for some few nights now. Don't know what's going on. Just feel that I am not having enough sleep. A doctor friend told me that not having enough sleep may be due to stress. She also mentioned tensions or worries as probable reasons. Whatever the culprit is, I know my body longs for some good rest. But honestly, is it my body that needs that well deserve respite or my heart or my mind? Haha, that is quite funny. Here I am again. Thinking that everything boils down to some frustrations or failures. Well, that could be true, partly or otherwise. Who in the world has admitted right away that he is feeling one way or the other? We are good at pretending, afraid of acknowledging that we are being consumed by our limitations. In many occasions, I have the temerity of saying that I feel something but I fear facing the ghost. I'd rather ignore it. But who does not do so anyway? Almost everyone. Among my friends, even those I thought the strongest among us, wo...

My friend met Dennis, at last. They've met before but this meeting is different because they know it is something that they will remember for a long time, if not forever. That I do hope. He is also out of the hospital. After battling with pneumonia for some time, my friend is now recuperating at home. I insisted he stays for few more days so he can really have a nice long respite from all the hassles around him. During his stay in the hospital, I met Kuya Lengleng, his older brother, and wife Ate Precy. I also met Duut, his nephew, a son of Kuya Nestie and Ate Perla. Well, he is a nice guy and a happy father of three at 24. Imagine that. He has three kids at a tender age and I have none. In the midst of our discussion, I happened to say again that at least, his life has meaning and directions because of his family. In life, we need to look at what we have to be thankful for and not those that we regret getting into. Life has upsides and downsides. Where ever we are now, at least, ...

My best friend is in a hospital. He is suffering from a disease with a name I can't even remember. Just kidding, the doctor said it is a kind of pulmonary disease. Well, it is something that hardworking people often get when they think their bodies do not complain and feel they can still handle it. I hope I got that right. Whatever. Anyhow, while he was lying in the bed and I was seated beside him, we were talking about something when he suddenly mentioned the word magic . I was thinking how come he said it. Oh, I remember. I was about to leave when I threw him this question: who is the person you have in mind you want to be with here tonight? I volunteered a name and that's when he said, no, we lost the magic. Then I said back, yeah, you are right. Love is like magic...it is something that appears unexpectedly, and something that disappears when you thought you had it with you. A hearty laugh followed soon. But true enough, magic is there with true love. You feel you are a dif...

We went for a night swimming. My friends and I enjoyed the cool breeze of the starry night in Alroa (that's the name of the resort). Well, I did not exactly go for a dip but as I said I enjoyed the night and the thought that I was out of home. I rarely get out of the house since vacation started. I just don't know but I was actually afraid of leaving home after that 'incident' that happened a week ago. It frightens me til now. Having survived that, I believe it was kinda life changing. It made me change the way I look at my life now. It feels weird but I really enjoy being at home, with my mom and being alone with myself. But I had to admit that it is suffocating at times. I need to get out to breathe some fresh air and enjoy a refreshingly new environment. I believe that everyone of us, once in our life, well, maybe more, experiences that kind of imprisonment. We feel we are being burdened by our loneliness, that it is okay to be alone. But hey, one day, we will wake u...

From a long hiatus, I now have posted a number of blogs. These are previously published in another account which have already closed for reasons unclear to me. Thus, the sequence of the narratives is a bit confusing. It started with the oldest posts to the newer ones. I felt I have to include all of them as they remind me of how I used to be during those times. I believe that readers will understand that each writing is a memory. Each memory is an existence in the vastness of life. Feel free to give your comments and reactions to each. I will be thankful to all who give attention and time to this endeavor. And in doing so, you become part of this life... ...my life.

When you are alone and lonely, there are so many questions in your mind. You feel everything. You remember everything. The details of life seem to present to you in every way possible. This is life. Now that I am away from my family and friends and love ones, I see things differently. Life on the other side of the world I used to know becomes strange. Defined on a new perspective, life becomes a challenge that coexists with my destiny. I miss my dad, mom, my siblings. I know I had not spent so much quality time with them but really I miss them a lot. Now it is Christmas and I am alone. My family matters to me the most. My loneliness coupled with the thought of being with them here to where I am now will be my supreme sacrifice. Someday I know we will be together. And that what my life will be about. There is no place like back home. There is no Christmas like the way I used to know it.

Yesterday after attending mass I went to see the Memoirs of Geisha . It was stunning! What with subtle performances of the players, the dialogues, the settings - they all remind me of how life is. It is a narration of one's life, from discovering who and what she is to realizing what she has become and becoming who she really is. As the movie unravels before me, my life seems to unravel itself in my mind. It kept on bringing back the struggles. The struggle to knowing who and what I am to the struggle of being the person I know I am and what I am. Within the strugglesare battles. The battlefield is my existence and the warare my challenges. There are difficulties and uncertainties;but nevertheless, there are triumphs and victories.There may be rough roads and uphills but there are plains andfree ways too.Life is ever evolving. It keeps on changing to make our existence more meaningful and worthwhile. As the movie comes to a positive note, I then come to believe as I always do that ...

As I am seated by the computer, my favorite song plays on and inside my mind and my heart I am longing for someone. I keep on thinking til it hurts. Til the pain I can no longer bear. Deep within me is an ocean of memories. Memories painted by the colors and hue of someone I dearly hope to be with forever. Memories etched by the love of someone who knows me more than anyone else. Memories carved by the settings of the sun and passings of time. There will be no memories... There will be no love... There will be no me... ...without YOU!

There are strangers around me. I see movements. I hear laughters. I smell the pangs of bitterness. I talk and no one would listen. I cry and no one would notice. I shout at the top my lungs and no... just no one would hear. Standing still. In the midst of strangers. Passing by. I look at them. I recognize no one.They are mere human forms. They have no names. And so this is what I am in the midst of strangers.

Far from the things I used to do, far from the people I used to meet, far from the fun I used to have...life can be quite difficult. I keep on longing...longing for things to turn up the way it is. But that would never happen. In a world where everything evolves, anything can happen. Apparently, things come unexpectedly. It is not how I wish life would be but how should I go with it. Life is a current. Go with the flow. It leads me to my destiny. Whatever, whereever, life beckons me to move on... As I trod the path of my destiny, there are things that remain as they are. I may not always have them around me. I may not always hear them, talk to them, have fun with them but I know that no matter what my destiny is they will always be there for me. Some things last for good. And this is how I measure my treasure. They are my treasures. Life depends on them.

A friend and a colleague invited us for a dinner to her place. I was really excited since it would be my first. I didn't know how they celebrate their New Year. I just read somewhere that the celebration of the Chinese new year has begun a long long time ago. So in their calendar it is not 2006 but something like 4 thousand whatever. Food of course was the reason we were there. At the table there were traditional Chinese cuisine. It was neatly arranged. Then our friend put some grinded peanuts and cinnamon into the one at the center and told us to mix them up. As we mixed she also told us to roll it as high as we could. I had fun doing it. It was a tradition and whatever the meaning of it, I might not understand or know. It was delicious. Then I several servings of the various dishes in front of me. But what I enjoyed most was the circular revolving tray at the center. While it revolved it played a soft music. Amazing! I just thought I want one of that. However, it was an antique p...

As part of my lecture, I am writing something about the art of questioning. I included there the usual stuff-definitions, characteristics, the do's and don'ts, reasons for asking questions, skills needed, among others. However, as I go about putting all the ideas, there crop up more questions. Questions that I believe would make the notes more interesting. My experiences and exposures as a classroom teacher will be a valuable asset in putting good reflections. From them, I can cite certain situations that relate with the things I am about to say. This way I can deliver the lecture as reflective and experiential as much as I can. In life, there are many questions as there are many answers. Some questions linger for a while; some questions stay for a time. They are like humans. Some pass you by; some leave you; some stay. Some stay longer; some stay for a while. Those who stay leave their mark that changes your life. Those who stay a bit leaves you something to remember them by. ...

Distance; I am always afraid of distance. Not that it gives me a scare or a fright but whenever I encounter it, it gives me a different indescribable feeling. In mathematics, when we talk about it, it involves time and rate. That means, when we talk of distance, we actually mean how much time has already lapsed and how fast has it gone by. Being at the other side from where you are now, being separated by time, being harassed by the lonely days that go by...matters not. Something will always remain the same. Something will always be just like the way they are. Like the flowers that beautifully bloom during the day. That however warm the sun shines in her petals, however harsh the beats of each rain drop, however lonely she can be in the midst of an empty green...and however she says goodbye to that beauty each time the night falls... she remains confident for a new day, trusting that each moment is another beginning. It is her opportunity to show what she has. The time that elapses mak...