There’s a growing interest in the Philippine politics now that will make the soap operas ratings go down.
It started with an exposé in the newspaper about a businesswoman, involving a scam worth 10 billion pesos ($230 million); then it got deeper; and there goes the dirty secrets of the Senate and the House of Representatives. We are in a big trouble. Something must be done.
Expressing your anger online is a good thing sometimes (and not all the time). It started with one musician who just wanted to express anger outside the streets. Then the date and place was set; good thing it’s a holiday.
More than 100,000 gathered in the National park.
I felt good that many are becoming more vigilant. Those who never went outside the street to protest joined.
I realized that this is democracy. We are the government and not those in power. As our President told us, we are the boss.
The People March last Monday proves that we can express our anger as a nation against the people seated in the government without wanting to oust the President.
Not all tomatoes are rotten; we just need to throw the bad ones away.
Last Thursday night, when I stumbled upon a poem by Pablo Neruda, I was so inspired to write a love poem in Filipino. I was really proud of how emotionally charged my poem was. But when I translated it to English, when I read it aloud, it sounded funny. So when I woke up the morning after, I thought that maybe there’s art behind translating good poems and books into English. I’m thankful that because of them, the translators, I can enjoy the works of Haruki Murakami, Paulo Coelho, and even the works of our very own Jose Rizal. That is why even though I keep on struggling learning new languages like Cebuano, Spanish, or Japanese, I always keep coming back on how to improve my English since I am not a native speaker.
While observing a high school class, I noticed students sitting in the back row looking somewhere else, some staring outside, some with heads bowed down, as if they were wishing that they were at home or in the mall. They’re not focusing in the class and they are probably spending more time daydreaming and not participating in their recitation. I’m now saying that daydreaming is not good but if this occurs more often, then it’s not helping their studies.
They remind me of my younger self in high school. With an above average height and with a surname near the end of the alphabet, teachers always arrange my seat either beside the wall or beside the window, always in the back row, sometimes near the trash can.
I heard from one of my college professors before that those students who usually seat in the back row are more likely to suffer from inferiority complex. I hope teachers will be aware of what’s happening in the minds of those seating in the back row and I hope they’ll consider to shuffle the seating arrangements more often.
To the readers, did you share the same fate of seating in the back row? Did you enjoy it?
When I saw a security guard holding a logbook, I remember the conversation I had with a school guard when I was still a high school student.
“What are you doing?“, I asked.
“Writing a journal log,” he replied.
He then explained that the entries will help them in the future if an incident happen. The log will serve as an evidence when they need it during an investigation.
Though I am not a security guard, I think what he shared to me is very insightful. Writing my journal everyday will benefit me since I might need it one day when I find myself in times of distress. It could be my source of inspiration when rainy days come.
How about you, do you hear good advice from people whom you don’t expect to give advice?
I read somewhere in a local quarterly issued magazine which says that one of the most important assets educators have is the ability to tell stories. It’s what teachers have in order to connect with their students. In my journey as a future educator, I might have this particular asset. I think I’m born to be a storyteller.
I still remember that as a child, I made up my own stories with Rina as my first character. That’s when I am telling my story out loud in front of my imaginary friends as my audience on the side of the street. Like the time when my playmates laughed at me when I tried to sing “Bowowow“, a newly invented tune from a new song I composed about a barking dog. Even in composing songs, I realized that I cannot compose a song without telling a story. With my experiences as a child, maybe I’m not just too ashamed of being labeled as mediocre in my pursuit of becoming a great storyteller. Even chess grand masters started out as noobs, ‘no?
I don’t have to wait for great stories until I set out on this journey of becoming a storyteller. Retell stories, make my own, whatever it takes, just do it. I’ll just pretend to be a good one until my good become better, and until my better becomes best.
From being an aspiring engineer, to a Psychology degree holder, then an aspiring Marist Brother and a future teacher, I’m really amazed what life has to offer me with it’s somehow amazing twists and surprises. As I look back, I know I’ve planned for this a bit but I didn’t really expect that it’ll turn out like this; that I’ll become what I am now, a novice of a religious Institution.
Sometimes, I can’t help but to ask myself in disbelief, “Am I really doing this now?” Before, I’m just dreaming that I’ll be in a place where everyone respects me, where contemplation and hurrying is essential in living, that I’ll be in a place where I can just be myself and just taking all things slow. But now that I’m really living what I have in mind before, like wearing a soutane or giving some talks and recollections to students, each moment that I experience now is so surreal. I’m in awe and I’m lost of words of how to describe what I am feeling now.
I admit that at times, there’s a bit of feeling of unworthiness in my part that makes me say, “This is too good to be true. I should not be here.” But instead of regretting what I am doing at present, I just let myself be what I’m supposed to be now. I might not be that good and unworthy in my own perspective and in the eyes of other, but what am I to decline and not accept these blessings? Remember that a blessing ignored becomes a curse. This is my way of being thankful: being open to the present moment. I’m truly blessed and grateful of what I am now.
How about you, what are you grateful for at the moment?
Hello everyone! As a novice, we are asked to submit personal reflections weekly. I don’t really mind if others read my reflections so I might as well share it here in my blog. For a month, I am assigned in a high school doing some class observations, helping the guidance center, and the campus ministry in doing recollections and retreat. Here is my reflection for the week:
How have I been adjusting to the community these past days? Personally, it’s not that hard to adjust since I can easily relate with the Brothers here in Dadiangas. I was even thinking that my adjustment period here in easier compared to my experience in joining the Aspirancy House and the Novitiate. Last Wednesday, it’s my first time to see Br. Crispin inside the house as the community agreed to meet for the community meeting and the Community Life Plan (CLP). Compared to our CLP in the Novitiate, our meeting was very fast since it only took us approximately an hour to finish and that already includes the revisions, July Activities, and other concerns. Continue reading →