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Friday, December 30, 2011

Gem of Lost Memories

1:07 a.m.

I know I should be deep in slumber. But, I don’t know what I find so appealing on the ceiling that sleep seems to be so elusive. The bed is luring me to the dreamy wonderland but somehow, my mind is entangled onto the charm of the unwritten words blinking invariably on the computer screen.

The tic-tac sound of the clock worsened that feeling of trying to grasp for something unknown even to myself. I need to remind myself repeatedly. It is still 2011. The time has changed but not yet the year…not for long though.

1:10 a.m.

Time is stealing something from me. Memories are slowly fading. Another year is about to end. Try as I might, I am powerless to stop it.

Time is perhaps the most powerful crest that could turn so many things in just one blink of an eye.

I remember December 31, 2010. Same time. Same Place. I remember the time but not the memories. My brain has failed me this time. You see, another reminder how my brain could be so fragile with the threat of time. But, I think I am filled with enough memories of 2011, the year we will bid goodbye.

1:15 a.m.

This year has been one of the most blessed years for me. My health has been in excellent condition and saved for the times I had colds and fever, nothing worst happened.

Perhaps, this has been the year also when I had finally reaped the successes of my hard work and perseverance in many aspects. I got 1.0 in almost all my subjects for my Masters and landed 2nd in Comprehensive Examination.

One of the sweetest memories of this year was the déjà vu feeling I had when I was called as first place winner in Regional Online Writing Contest for School Paper Adviser. I was reminded of the time I won as first place school paper adviser of Region V. Same honor, different place. From Region V to Region IV-A. I went there to coach but ended up competing and winning. God is indeed so good.

To top all my accomplishments in my Master’s Degree and as school paper adviser, the best perhaps was the feeling that embraced me having finally felt that I belong to the community where I now live and work.

For many years, I have struggled to cope up with the differences in culture of the school and where I came from. Call it paranoia, but many times, I had that feeling my actions and words were misinterpreted. My way of speaking was judged without having thoughts of where I came from or the native language I have spoken for many years. This year, however, is different.

I finally had that laugh which bubbles from within and my hard works were finally recognized. Most importantly, from my heart I’ve felt that love you would only feel in a family. I have finally felt the connection too powerful to ignore. I have found brothers and sisters in the form of very good friends.

It’s 1:35 a.m. I am reminded again that year 2011 is slowly fading. But, I know, this year will always be a reminder of how fragile time is…so we need to be careful how we use them.

Bidding goodbye to a fruitful year is not that bad actually. I have so many things to look forward to this coming year. With God’s help, I would be able to receive my diploma for my Master’s Degree this coming March. After that, best plans are all laid out. I only need to wait for the right time. Yes, there’s gem in the lost memories.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Special Gifts for Christmas

Thanks to those who gave my first gifts for this Christmas season...from levels 5 and 6 Dept., Teacher Yzza, Teachers Belen and Eva, Sir Dante, Teacher Len, and Sir Nolan.

Thanks. :)

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Saturday, April 23, 2011

Awakening


It’s been eons ago since I last posted an entry here. Sometimes, that yearning to write consumes my whole being and yet I feel helpless on how to express myself.

What then awakens my soul to play with words again? A lovely music perhaps. Maybe the sadness of the night. Or it could be just the invitation with the rite of words moving seamlessly with craving hands. For whatever reasons, I’m back again blogging my heart’s out.

With the awakening of my writer’s soul, I feel like I’m invading a raw pain of uncertainties. There are just so many questions hovering yet seeking for answers would just mean summoning unfounded fears. So many swirling thoughts that I can’t seem to get hold of. So many uncertainties. So many buts and ifs.

The peculiarity of this is I can’t even gauge what truly bothers me. My soul is troubled and I’m trapped. Awakening indeed…of a sad soul dancing to a blue music.
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