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the smell of the pavement after a rainfall
May 24, 2007for reasons i do not know, i am extraordinarily happy today…
oh no, i haven't reached the state of that fictional zsa-zsa-zsu…
but there's a certain feeling when you've accomplished a lot of task…have you felt that? that's it! that's it! the feeling of "lightness."
i don't know where this one emanates from but it's a positive thing.
i haven't felt this kind of happiness for the past months.
it's like feeling the drops of rain on your shoulder and on your scalp after a loooooooong drought…
just a quick spinoff from this story…
since i've mentioned about the rain, i'm also experiencing that going-back-to-school deja vu!
around this time, when i was particularly in high school, my mom or lola and i were busy buying my stuff for the dawning academic year.
around this time, i would be wearing my black leather shoes…rehearsing for the big day–the opening of classes…and the smell of the moccasin…hmmm, what an addictive aroma.
around this time, my tatay would be covering my newly-bought P2,000++ worth of school books.
around this time, my nanay would be arriving with a lot of new stuff–staples for a typical high school student like me–white sando, white socks, white underwear, polo uniform, name plate, school tag, and the shopping list goes on…
around this time, i would be pestering my lola, forcing her to buy me a new school bag. i would be saying a littany of promises just for her to buy me a new one…
around this time, i would be writing my name on the edge of each book (printers came a li'l late…)
around this time, i would be playing non stop, but my mom would shout on top of her lungs to stop me from playing very late at night (she was conditioning my body clock for an early-wake up; our class in notre dame starts at 07:00AM)
around this time, i would be thinking of what section i would belong to; would i be with my barkda, would i be with my "crush/es"…
ah! those were the days when i only think of my assignments, my lectures, and my quizzes…when i only think of memorizing my next declamation piece…those were the days when i didn't think of my age, of the electric bills, of the telephone bills…
those were the days…
if only i could turn back time…
i didn't have a luxurious life. i didn't get whatever i wanted, whenever i wanted it…
but it was a perfect student life knowing it was imperfect.
*sparkles!
a MAN for others
May 22, 2007i was in the middle of my text brigade when i received a message that would stop my thumb from toiling.
our beloved friend, kuya man, passed away. gary's message revealed no emotions whatsoever.
a part of me was not surprised.
days prior to this, kuya man was brought again–the second time for this year in just a month span–to the hospital. his creatinin level increased. his lone foot had to be removed. his bp shot up. almost everything that a man has to endure in a lifetime, kuya man faced it.
the benevolent lord wanted his son's soul to rest. he suffered from so many pains not to mention the lost of his sight, the severance of his right leg, and the sweet blood that ran through his plexus.
who was kuya man? why are we–the st. eugene family–affected of his departure?
one
May 21, 2007The Power Of One
One SONG can spark a moment
One FLOWER can wake the dream
One TREE can start a forest
One BIRD can herald spring
One SMILE begins a friendship
One HANDCLASP lifts a soul
One STAR can guide a ship at sea
One WORD can frame the goal
One VOTE can change a nation
One SUNBEAM lights a room
One CANDLE wipes out darkness
One LAUGH will conquer gloom
One STEP must start each journey
One WORD must start a prayer
One HOPE will raise our spirits
One TOUCH can show you care
One VOICE can speak with wisdom
One HEART can know what is true
AND
One life can make a difference
Author Unknown
from web to the lavatory
May 12, 2007after a miscalculation on where to be last may 1, judith and i ended up watching the premiere of Spiderman 3.
it was a great experience–not the movie–to be with judith (just hanging out), after a long time.
if there's one thing i'll remember about this sudden-movie trip, it'll be our post-movie talk; particularly, when we were discussing our favorite portion of our homes.
when she asked that question, i was at loggerhead between that small, intimate space i had built for myself (over the years), which is located in the living room AND the bathroom (also, a small, intimate space).
i enjoy small places–those isang dipang langit, as one Filipino poet described his prison cell.
but when i weighed everything, interestingly, i picked the bathroom.
i realized, it's inside that underrated place, when you are stripped off of everything you own, you can look in the mirror and see clearly who's the person looking back at you.
what does the reflection say about you?
are you the kind of person you ought to be or the person consumed in the crass materialism of the age?
well, these are the kind of questions i came to realize that i've been asking myself every time i look in the mirror (while brushing my teeth).
probably, i'm just so used to asking those questions that i'm forgetting i actually am asking those to myself. (what a tricky sentence!)
no wonder i stay inside for an hour or more!
*sparkles!
home at last
May 6, 2007just got home from the bazaar we helped coordinate in tagaytay.
it's the flower farm's festival of fun.
collectively, holding a bazaar is a first for digicon wizard events group.
it was also my first time, after couple of years hiatus, to be the voice over talent. it was a knee-shaking and voice-stuttering experience.
it was a difficult encounter, i must say, primarily because we were not part of the planning stage. Also, considering that it was our first time to handle an affair such as this. not to mention the heat wave, yes heat wave in tagaytay, the tireless days, and the duration of the 2-day activity.
over-all, it was a great event, though we received so much complaints from visitors (who traveled as far as pangasinan) because they were expecting a farm tour. we couldn't do anything about it, though. in as much as we wanted to help them, the admin just opened a portion of the nursery for viewing.
but the best thing about this experience is that, we met wonderful people who are so passionate about their respective crafts. in spite of the unspeakable status of our economy, they remained resilient and hopeful. and most important of all, they stayed.
on our last day, we received special gifts from the flower farm.
to my surprise, i received gifts from people whom i just met that day. sir ej and ma'am eva espiritu of cornerstone ceramics inc. gave me a necklace with glazed clay pendant.
without batting an eyelid, ms. sally javier of le soleil gave me a pink parasol.
(on the day before we left tagaytay, tita rose buenafe, gave me a chanel no.5 perfume set)
that's why, on our way home, a friend commented that i'm going home with so much stuff without spending a penny (not totally true, though. i bought an antique-styled lamp, which i couldn't use until now).
that statement made me reach an epiphany… those acts of generosity and kindness justify my crusade to have a good heart.
*sparkles!