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An open letter to an old friend

To my old friend, How I yearn for your sweet embrace that calms my nerves whenever I am tormented with the demands of life. It’s been years since the last time I saw you. How long was it? I am sorry; I really am because I can’t remember anymore. I was so busy growing up that I lost track of counting the years that quickly passed without you. Have I told you before the story of how I met you? If my memory serves me right, I think I haven’t had the chance to sit with you and talk about how everything started. So here it goes, our love story. I was in high school, when I started feeling something in my head. At first, I cannot explain how it was because it’s too painful that I can’t even think straight. You know the feeling of being hammered ten times in your head? Yeah, I might be exaggerating, but that’s how excruciating the pain was. Whenever I open my eyes, it seems though that I am in a different dimension of the universe because everything is spinning around. What I hate the m...
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HOPE in times of DESPAIR

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you plans to give you hope and a future. – Jeremiah 29:11 Have you ever prayed so hard and begged for something to God with all your heart? Let me tell you my love story with the person, I loved the most.   She was like any other, talkative, and sometimes grumpy. But above all, she was understanding and a loving person. When I was in Grade 1, she accompanied me going to school, and she patiently waited for me outside the classroom so that I could not sneak out and run to go home. I did not appreciate her kindness because I was too busy growing up. Most of the time, I neglected her efforts, and I did not even bother to reciprocate her love for me. I disappointed her so many times because of all the decisions that I made without consulting her. I know I made her cry when I tried to shout at her and answer her back whenever we argue. She was neglected all the time, but she still manage...
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GRAY

GRAY Walking in the middle of a starry night Holding our last picture that gives me euphoria I glanced at the photo and hugged it tightly. But in an unforeseen way. Someone robbed it, and he ran away. I chased the culprit. I ran so fast I doubled my effort But I stumbled I stood up, but I was lost. Lost in a foreign place A vast place where there is nothing but darkness I screamed for help But no one responded. I cried in desperation But it was no good I drowned myself with hopelessness. But it was a reckless decision. I looked up when I saw a speck of light. I jumped with gladness. I shouted with bliss. But it was only a strange thing in the sky. I smiled weakly Boundless frustration I continued running Chasing the light Believing that there is an end to this suffering Yet, I know that I was fooling myself. Isolated with my own thoughts Disappointed with my beliefs And I decided not to fight any longer. Not to continue t...
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Tuliro

11.5.2017 - 11:51PM Magigising ng maaga, papasok sa school, dadaan sa Chapel,  magtuturo, makikipagsalamuha sa iba’t ibang klase ng tao sa buong araw, haharapin ang sandamakmak ng mga papel, kakausapin ang sarili, tititigan ang laptop, uuwi ng gabi, magpapahinga saglit, maghahanda para sa kinabukasan, iisipin kung ano ang gagawin sa klase, magbabasa ng lessons, tatahimik ng ilang saglit, kukumustahin ang sarili bago matulog. 'Yan lang ang ilan sa madalas kong gawin araw-araw. Paulit-ulit. Minsan masaya pero kadalasan nakakapagod at nakakasawa na. Halos tatlong taon na ako sa pagtuturo at masasabi kong masyado pa akong bata sa propesyong ito at madami pa akong kailangang basahing libro para maging bihasa sa pagtuturo. Kadalasan, may naiiwang katanungan sa aking isipan sa mga pagkakataong napapag-isa ako pagkatapos ng mahabang araw sa school, “Masaya pa ba ako? Gusto ko pa ba ang pagtuturo? May patutunguhan pa ba lahat ng ginagawa ko?” Pero tulad ng inaasahan, wala akong makuha...
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PAPA FRANCISCO NAMING MAHAL

Marso nung nakaraang taon ika'y ipinakilala Hinirang ng mga Kardinal at iprinoklamang Bagong Santo Papa Nagbunyi ang simbahang Katoliko, maging ang buong mundo Natuwa, nagalak at naiyak ang lahat sa pagdating mo. Bagong pag-asa ang hatid mo Panibagong umaga matapos ang mahabang gabi ang aming susuungin Bagong simula na aming haharapin Panibagong pagkakataon para sa Simbahang Katoliko Ika'y isang inspirasyon sa aming mga kabataan Inyong kasimplehan lubos naming hinahangaan Pagmamahal mo sa simbahan ay di matatawaran Wala kang pinipili maging sa amin na makasalanan Sa iyong nalalapit na pagdalaw sa aming bansa Na naturingang pinakamalaking Kristiyano sa Asya Muling uusbong ang umaapoy na pananampalataya Sa bawat isa, bata man o matanda, may ngipin man o wala Matapos ang mahabang delubyo Lindol, baha at malalakas na bagyo Alam naming muling sisikat ang araw At kami'y muling ngingiti sa inyong pagdalaw Aming munting hiling mahal...
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The word "Significant"

 “Whatever you do will be insignificant, but you must do it.”   ―   Mahatma Gandhi 4:45 PM. After our class, I headed right away to the library. I just want to go there, neither to review nor to prepare myself for the Prelim Exam but to read newspapers and update myself on what is happening to my beloved country. While reading, I accidentally saw the word “significant” on the reading material I have. Suddenly, I remember that I still have something to attend to- a reflection paper. “What do you consider the most significant thing happened to your life?”- that’s the question raised by our teacher. As I started writing, I looked around, and I spread my eyes into the library's four portals, and unconsciously, I smiled. I don’t know. I just remember my humble beginning as a student, and the first time I stepped into this institution. It’s been four long years and sti ll counting. (Deep Sigh) Studying here in this institution was not among my options before. I’ll ...
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MY FIRST INSPIRATION

M y best friend, my savior, my redeemer, my motivation Y ou are even my first inspiration F aithfully, you always inspired me unconditionally I n spite of difficulties and complexities, you’re always there beside me. R aconteur in its nature S cholars would tell me your life with rapture T ambourines and drums I t’s a music that inspired me like the book of Psalms. N o one even knows how happy I am S ending you is indeed a great manifestation P innacle of joy is always felt because of you, my inspiration I deals are met since you are my motivation. R adiant are you A nd there’s no space for blue T o you, my best friend inspired me so true,  an  I nspiration that leads me so close to you. O h Jesus! My best friend, my savior, my redeemer, my motivation N o one can ever replace you as my first inspiration!
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