Bittersweet Summer ’13

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Tomorrow I go back to work. It’s a bittersweet ordeal. I’m glad that I had a 5-week vacation to help me recover from all the transitions that went through my life in the past year. In the last 5-weeks I’ve had the chance to think about many things.

Vocation

After immersing myself with the lives of people from the religious community, I realized that I cannot (yet) imagine myself following their footsteps. Their lives are governed by routine and prayer—which is a stark contrast to mine. Also, I realized that I might be more effective as a layperson in the efforts of evangelization. If God is calling me to fulfill his plan, it’s not through the religious order. Just like the song “No Better Rest” written by Fr. Johnny Go, SJ, “There’s no better rest than to hear and do [His] word.” I guess for me, I’ll hear and do His word as a teacher. Continue reading

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Southbound Conversations

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I’ve always eavesdropped on people unintentionally. And when I do, their conversations are worth sharing. Here are two conversations that I think will get thinking as much as I did. The names below are aliases because I never really got the chance to ask (hehe).

Topic: Professional Infidelity

Location: Bus (Southbound from Cubao)

Megan: Hey Julie! *surprised look* Continue reading

Tribute to School Friends

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Best friends are awesome people because you always continue where you last left off with them (no matter how long it has been since you last met).

Admittedly I have been too focused on my personal life after graduation. There was this rush of experiencing something new and meeting new people that I often found myself talking to new faces more than the old ones. Although I did create a bond with new found friends in the work place (some even for a lifetime), nothing beats the bonds you made in school. In school, you spent so much free time together, cried at the same terror professor, crammed the same night before the submission date, worked for the same organizaitonal goals, laughed at the same plays, hung out in the same area, hyperventilated at the same thesis defense, moved at the same impoverished immersion areas, and loved each other like no other. Finally, most of you graduated on the same ceremony, on the same date, in the same auditorium/covered courts. You’ve shared your self with them and they with you. There’s just nothing that can compare to that kind of bond. Continue reading

Summer of ’13

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Life shouldn’t always be profound. If it were, it’d be really stale.

I recently concluded my summer stint by attending this catechism class and I found something beautiful: so many people delight in the ordinary. I’ve always been the type of person who looks at the  big picture too often, who thinks too practically, who loves to arrive at the deeper meaning of things—and it’s exhausting! Now that I’m free and I’m able to talk more sincerely to the people around me, I realized how so much is missed out when we focus on the what’s important. Continue reading

Re-Think It

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Some say we are the best this country has to offer, but are we living out what that actually means? Do we act like the country’s best or is it all pretend? Is it simply a slogan we love to use to mask our indifference? What kind of people are we becoming? Are we aware of what we’re doing to others? Continue reading

A Nature-Inspired Spirituality

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I’ve been spending my summer vacation taking extra classes in Catechism to help me in my teaching. Everyday I’m always delighted with the many surprises that I meet, but today was the biggest of them all. A certain Sister Leticia Garcia substituted our class and boy was she hilarious! She wasn’t your typical demure nun; she was the anti-thesis of it. It felt like a comedy bar when she started lecturing. Despite the laughter, she was telling us something very deep, something very true about spirituality which I’d like to share. Continue reading

A Tribute to a Fallen Comrade

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My friend Miguel Ouano has gone ahead of us. This was unexpected. I was looking forward to seeing him after he recovered from his condition. His passing was such a surprise because we knew he was already out of danger from the cancer he was fighting, but we never really expected the complications that came after. This leaves me at a loss because he was the friend I never expected to have.

Back in high school, I never really liked him. Yeah, he was funny but sometimes overly obnoxious—a complete opposite of who I was, then. It wasn’t until I was in college that we began to form an unlikely friendship. Studying 800 kilometers away from my home town caused me to lose my original circles of friends. But whenever I found myself in Cebu for a visit, Ouano’s circle would always locate me and invite me to hangout with them—a gesture I felt was undeserved. Whenever we do get to meet up, our main bonding activity circled around late night computer games, cold mixed drinks, and chill-outs in a friend’s house. Truth be told, whenever I went back to Cebu, I wanted to be with them. In fact, the only reason why I’d come back to Cebu was because of them. Continue reading