When It Rains

May 14th, 2008 by no7longer7me7

It’s been raining these days and I don’t like it pour any longer; one, because it affects the bearing of mango trees in our farm.  We don’t want to lose of course.  Two, though I don’t like the hot of sunny days, it’s worse going out of the house when the rain doesn’t stop or pours even harder.  It gets me wet no matter how my petite physique hides under an umbrella and I can’t get off from dirt that gets into my pants and my shoes, perhaps I just don’t know how to carry myself under the rain..hahahaha

I don’t know how it came into my system that every time it rains, I just can’t define my mood.  I remember nothing but the loneliness I felt when I was 4.  I wasn’t schooling yet then or I am not so sure if it was school days.  I don’t even remember why of the 4 kids (pepet wasn’t born yet) I was the only one left.  It must have been Docky and me if it was school days or perhaps, mama brought him to school because he was a very friendly, always smiling, jolly and jovial kid.  Probably, it wasn’t summer because ate keket and kuya kokot weren’t there to play with me.  I was left home with our manangs. 

Strong rains were not inviting without my siblings to play with under the rain.  Although we had our neighbors, but I was shy enough to invite them out.  I was an introverted, bashful girl.  I think I have developed confidence when I was 6, when our teacher in kindergarten asked us to read ABAKADAs and its sorts on the board and gladly, I made it excellently.  It was nice knowing that I have an edge from my classmates.  Hehehhe… Anyway, at 4, I didn’t have the talent of bringing our neighboring kids out to the rain.  I wasn’t as friendly as ate keket.  She was very smart, chatty, and very friendly.  All our neighbors, young and old, couldn’t resist her cute and invented stories as well as her very inquisitive and “prophetic” personality. I always enjoy the rain with her and kuya.  Both of them were playful enough to lead us and our neighbors to gira-gira, pusil-pusil, tago-tago or tibon-tibon or pinpin de sarapin, ps-ps, jolin, skipping rope, takyan, libon-libon, patintero, langit-lupa, balay-balay, bal-bal bal-bal, bahug-bahug, kon dise kum buko, chinese, halap-halap, 77 up, chinelas lata, tarak-tarak, exhibition sa ligid, taksi , among others, rain or shine.  <<sigh>> I used to always get deserted on rainy days without them.  Rainy days were dull and dreary without my siblings.

Today’s rain fiercely dropped as it did when I was 4 and I feel the same degree of loneliness.  Indeed, we’ve grown a lot older now and we are at an almost infinite distance away from each other, except with pepet, who is just 7 kilometers away, and docky, who is just two deep seas away.  I don’t want to see the rain because all the more I would miss them.  Surely, this loneliness will get more intense that I could burst in tears.  Yet, I need to be strong.  I need to be firm before everyone here in the house.  Likewise, I need to grow a healthy paradigm out of the rain so that when it pours the hardest, I could enjoy it fall on my own.  

Veritas Liberabit Vos

April 12th, 2008 by no7longer7me7

I wish I had not ticked at something although I think I did one good thing.

I could no longer recall the episodes I had been to confronting truths and realities.  All I can remember is the motto of the university I once attended “veritas liberabit vos.”  This line stayed behind my memory for so long.  It was just a must that I did remember it and then it was extended by ads, billboards, and published articles.  So, the statement seemed to land at my yawning dimension as prefaces, events, and cycles of existence satiated around some spaces.

Now, it seems like its beckoning me that I had already passed the overtures of it and that it’s now blocking a cavernous space in my head.  In a sense, I have to welcome an unsought something that is known to have existed.  In a sense, the truth was here;  And, in a sense, the truth upsetted me.  However, “veritas liberabit vos.”

I am challenged by the thought that I once was intensively educated about cogent reasoning.  It was easy then for I was pretty afar from the world of forms.  Today is different.  I am to live a cogent, yet, passioned reason in order to keep the state of being prompted by the laws of energy in an optimistic pace.  I must accept the truth (veritas) and that even if it hurts; I need to know how to profit from it, to develop a logic that will help me stand still. It will set me free (liberabit vos)!  In a sense, it freed me.  It freed me from the many wanders this thought had gone.  It did answer interrogatives this thought had entertained.

And now, I have to replenish the loses my body incur out of this inner flounder.

is this just a mere desire?

April 4th, 2008 by no7longer7me7

I miss my life in MSU. It was where i finally decided to change ways and accept that I am a lady, that I am a woman, and that I will always be a female even if i would insist my musculinity.  It was where I have accepted my weaknesses and limitations as a person.  And, I have learned to profit from it to move forward.

Even then, I am still undecided whether to go back or not.  by going back, i mean, staying their for quite longer, i mean, teaching.  Although I have not applied yet and i am not so sure of being hired, the idea of being seriously considered by the department brought me to the idea of pushing my brain’s perpetual decision-making cells to decide fast and to do some action.

So much needs to be considered. So much needs to be prayed. Calm down koko.

A calling is a calling.  If I am really called to work for something and i know that i am called for it and I do it, then the work becomes a ministry.  Opportunities must not move me fast to act directly on it but must drive me fast down to my knees.  I don’t like job hopping and I thank God that i never did.  One truth about me is that, i easily get bored, that is why I need to deliberately consider things or simply ask myself, "will i get bored in the academe?"

after acting upon my idealism through the Institute of Environmental Science for Social Change (ESSC), i was discouraged by the mindsets of todays’ prime movers. I thought I could somehow inspire (i dont wanna use "influence" because it’s too attached to "power") them through the many trainings and planning i handled. I thought I could help deconstruct their old paradigms.  HHmmm.. a little bit, I did, but they’re sap already in the system. Of course, I dont want to give up and i dont want to give in to their system, so I thought of leaving ESSC (after 3 years), find a greener pasture for my passion. (or perhaps the green-ness of green is up to me..hmmmpp)

The crossroads were never easy.  Doors were open and i liked them all because I see myself and Me before the Lord.

I don’t know if my desire is heavier, yet, i am pretty sure that i once wanted to join the academe. The idea is driven by the fact that it is one better venue to inspire minds, while young/younger, for the "betterment of our society" (wahahahaha.. OA kaayo ko.. oppss..comment lang mo if u like..this is my page..weheheheh). Some predecessors told me that i am still young that is why i am socially idealistic. I did entertain their thoughts but i don’t know until when will i end this childhood-birthed desire. In fairness to me, i grew up as a leader and i know i had so much flaws. I once settled to my flaws that was why for quite longer I evaded from responsibilities. However, I cannot deny that within me is a struggle to stand and make a difference, to keep inspiring, to keep encouraging, to keep hoping for a brighter system.  It may not be me up their, but, at least I am a part of a better change. The academe is one great venue. I admit that i dreamt of becoming a teacher (see our high school souvenir: Roxanne Jul C. Lumactud - to be a teacher.. wahahaha). This desire sprouted from my desire to inspire and help others (most helpful mn diay ko..hahahaha) just as i did since then.

I am just writing spontaneously now, wishing that along my way of expressing these voices within, I could gauge my thoughts, which may help me better in decision-making. for one, i realized that my drive of going back to MSU is not just a mere feeling of missing the school, but of a noble desire to inspire others for better.

Everything I desire is a "means" to a desired end.  My ultimate end is to magnify my God and give Him all the glory.  I want to magnify Him through the thoughts and wisdom i may pass. And, I want to glorify Him through accomplishments I may get.

Transcendence

August 31st, 2007 by no7longer7me7

Upon the shadows of quandaries

    point to them the lights

poison not their minds

    have a heartbeat of their sighs

there will be joy..

   there will be joy…

Tling..tiling..tiling..tiling..tililing..

August 1st, 2007 by no7longer7me7

Tling..tiling..tiling..tiling..tililing..

The ice cream peddler passed.  Four kids looked at the pictures of the box the moving bicycle was carrying, then to the driver.  The kids looked as if it was their first time to see the box and the peddler.  Looking at these objects, I looked past me as their innocent eyes stared at the lady eating a macapuno-flavored fudgee barr while on her left hand is a five-peso ube-pastillas de leche cake sandwich popularly known as inipit and on her pocket are two safari corn bits.  She stopped eating as I come to her senses. 

I may not be the most beautiful woman they’ve seen but I maybe the woman who stirred up their stomachs to pine for what they couldn’t eat at the moment.  I was a little late to realize that I was selfish enough to snack that much without even extending some food to them who were on their way to a long-distance home from school.

They do not even have a complete school uniform.  The older one with yellow hair was in an old blue skirt and a red shirt.  With her were three others in black, blue and dirty white clothes.  I had a complete uniform then with a black shiny shoes and a white pair of socks.  I was even awarded most and clean and I couldn’t forget when I was in my third grade, Miss Elda O. Lim told me “Roxanne you’re very pretty.”  I didn’t even know then what it meant.  I went to mama’s office and asked “ma, unsa ng pretty?”  Mama replied, “why anak?”  I expressed further, “ingon si teacher lim ky Roxanne you’re very pretty.”  Then mama said that I look nice in my pink dress with ruffled linings and that I am neat, clean, and beautiful.  Hhmmmm.. I was!  Hahahhaha..  But what about those kids I met along the street who looked at the pretty me (ngyaaaaxx..walay mo react!) slowly walking sinking my teeth into the mouth-watering macapuno fudge?  I just wish they would do better in school and that their parents won’t cheaply sell their remaining lands to the iniquitous landlords in Bukidnon.  Since I wasn’t able to offer my inipit barr, not even the corn bits in my pocket, I just pray that those kids will persevere and will soon be running the race for the glory of God.

KaLisOd niiNi..

August 1st, 2007 by no7longer7me7

I find it hard

I don’t know what to write though I know I need to as the day is coming where I have to return all these stuffs that are not mine such as this laptop, the traveling disk, samsonite pack bag, among others to the institution who has given me the opportunity to explore Mindanao cultures and environment.  I never thought that I would go as far as assessing the environmental impact monitoring system of Bukidnon.  Oh my sunrise, I am just a philosophy graduate – the line that I often state whenever assigned to do the task of a forester or an environmental scientist.  Way back college life, I did ask myself what will these environmental science students of MSU be doing in the future?  But, here I am doing what they were studying and there they are (not all though) working in call centers, studying law, and are in offices that are supposedly where I should be.  Yet, the day is coming and I am counting where I will no longer be clocking in and clocking out everyday, riding buses on early Monday mornings, and waiting for the clock to strike 3 times on flydays (Friday).  In next to no time the bulk of papers and documentations will move past me.  These are all because I decided it to be.  Yes, I resigned.

And, what is now?

Now is the time to write the much more than a thousand words so as to get cleared from this research institution.  It was easy in my head yet I always caught myself running out of words and in thoughts of nowhere.  I feel like I have all the knowledge but organizing them, that I don’t know.  Just tell me to tell you the stories and the stories I have heard from communities, I can and I can and I can with all emotions and facial expressions.  But, to write and organize these facts, bring me first the factories of piattos, safari, fudgee bar, chubby, big bang,

eden

cheese, pretzels, leche flan, hahaaaayy… I want something sweet.. I want something salty and spicy and hot.. woohh sunset!  Mama and papang wondered where have I invested my cash because they couldn’t fairly see it in my body as I have the lesser fat compared to pepet and ‘te ket.  Hhmmmmm… I don’t know but I know that I eat toooo much.  Slipping back, I really find it hard to write technical papers..halllleeerrr..wala bya ko nag thesis ha, I really prayed and fasted that I pass the comprehensive exam in order to run off from writing a philosophical book.  Huhuhuhuhuhu… what have I got now?  Writing and writing and writing before and after any activity, meetings, and travels.  And now, while counting my days, I’m counting the documents too that I have yet to complete.  Murag mas maayo paman na dili nalang mo resign kay I never had this much to write man.  Mura kog graduating ba na march 31 na ang graduation unya February 23 pa gihatag ang requirements..ma shock!! May ra ba ug sayon, 7 lang naman ka term papers unya heavy raba.. ma shock!!

..so help me God!

in the face of a child..

June 14th, 2007 by no7longer7me7

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read my eyes…

and from my teeth, dig my innocence..

PARTNERS & MARRIAGE

February 1st, 2006 by no7longer7me7





 

       PARTNERS & MARRIAGE (a must read)




 

       Message: Please take time to read.




 

       Advice for the married, planning to get married,


       single but not available, single and available, no


       love life.




 

       Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo

Manila University, Philippines, where he had

       Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at


       that time was the Philosophy department head.


       Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating


       college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has


       been very popular for his mind opening and


       enriching classes but was also notorious for the


       grades he gives. Still people took his classes for


       the learning and deep insight they take home with


       them every day (if only they could do something


       about the grades...)




 

       Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has


       letter grading systems, the highest being an A,


       lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this


       long discussion with the registrar people because


       he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or


       he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his A+.


       Read the paper below to find out why.




 



 

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       PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE


       by Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz




 

       I have never met a man who didn't want to be


       loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear


       marriage. Something about the closure seems


       constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier


       to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than


       for what it makes possible within our lives.




 

       When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I


       did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends


       get married for reasons of social acceptability, or


       sexual fever, or just because they thought it was


       the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they


       and their partners became embittered and petty in


       their dealings with each other. I looked at older


       couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of


       each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights


       and bickering and could not imagine subjecting


       myself or someone else to such a fate.




 

       And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old


       couples who somehow seemed to glow in each


       other's presence. They seemed really in love, not


       just dependent upon each other and tolerant of


       each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight,


       and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself,


       can they have survived so many years of


       sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits?


       What keeps love alive in them, when most of us


       seem unable to even stay together, much less love


       each other? The central secret seems to be in


       choosing well. There is something to the claim of


       fundamental compatibility. Good people can create


       a bad relationship, even though they both dearly


       want the relationship to succeed. It is important to


       find someone with whom you can create a good


       relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is


       hard to see clearly in the early stages.




 

       Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors


       the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you


       to the thousands of little things by which


       relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to


       find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming


       sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve


       themselves sexually and ride out the most heated


       period of sexual attraction in order to see what is


       on the other side. This can work, but it can also


       leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the


       sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know


       each other apart from their sexuality. But they


       cannot see clearly, because the presence of


       unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it


       keeps them from having any normal perception of


       what life would be like together. The truly lucky


       people are the ones who manage to become long-


       time friends before they realize they are attracted


       to each other. They get to know each other's


       laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see


       each other at their worst and at their best. They


       share time together before they get swept into the


       entangling intimacy of their sexuality.




 

       This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall


       under the spell of your sexual attraction


       immediately, you need to look beyond it for other


       keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter.


       Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each


       other's company over the long term. If your


       laughter together is good and healthy, and not at


       the expense of others, then you have a healthy


       relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of


       surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you


       can always surprise each other. And if you can


       always surprise each other, you can always keep


       the world around you new. Beware of a relationship


       in which there is no laughter. Even the most


       intimate relationships based only on seriousness


       have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a


       common serious viewpoint on the world tends to


       turn you against those who do not share the same


       viewpoint, and your relationship can become based


       on being critical together.




 

       After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the


       world in a way you respect. When two people first


       get together, they tend to see their relationship as


       existing only in the space between the two of


       them. They find each other endlessly fascinating,


       and the overwhelming power of the emotions they


       are sharing obscures the outside world. As the


       relationship ages and grows, the outside world


       becomes important again. If your partner treats


       people or circumstances in a way you can't


       accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at


       the way she cares for others and deals with the


       daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more,


       your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you


       do not respect the way you each deal with the


       world around you, eventually the two of you will not


       respect each other.




 

       Look also at how your partner confronts the


       mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and


       practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in


       the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the


       mystery of the unseen in life and relationships,


       while the other is drawn only to the literal and the


       practical, you must take care that the distance


       doesnt become an unbridgeable gap that leaves


       you each feeling isolated and


       misunderstood.




 

       There are many other keys, but you must find


       them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts


       of our hearts that we will not betray and private


       commitments to a vision of life that we will not


       deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot


       nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you


       cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves


       growing further apart until you live in separate


       worlds where you share the business of life, but


       never touch each other where the heart lives and


       dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the


       cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that


       leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with


       their mates.




 

       So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will


       have chosen a partner with whom you can grow,


       and then the real miracle of marriage can take


       place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully


       when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too


       strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is


       called transformation. Transformation is one of the


       most common events of nature. The seed


       becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the


       butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love


       becomes a child. We never question these,


       because we see them around us every day. To us


       they are not miracles, though if we did not know


       them they would be impossible to believe.


       Marriage is a transformation we choose to make.


       Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it


       begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that


       will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will


       come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the


       bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for


       the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are


       quite willing to accept the reality of negative


       transformation in a marriage. It was negative


       transformation that always had me terrified of the


       bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.


       It never occurred to me to question the dark


       miracle that transformed love into harshness and


       bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the


       possibility that the first heat of love could be


       transformed into something positive that was


       actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat


       of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the


       power of this passion and the fear that when it


       cooled I would be left with something lesser and


       bitter. But there is positive transformation as well.


       Like negative transformation, it results from a slow


       accretion of little things. But instead of death by a


       thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand


       touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two


       separate beings, two separate presence, two


       separate consciousnesses come together and


       share a view of life that passes before them. They


       remain separate, but they also become one. There


       is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a


       constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to


       say that there is not tension and there are not


       traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of


       life, from celibate to monogamous to having


       multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the


       lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow


       more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes


       dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But


       only marriage allows life to deepen and expand


       and be leavened by the knowledge that two have


       chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those


       who live together without marriage can know the


       pleasure of shared company, but there is a


       specific gravity in the marriage commitment that


       deepens that experience into something richer and


       more complex.


       So do not fear marriage, just as you should not


       rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of


       faith and it contains within it the power of


       transformation.




 

       If you believe in your heart that you have found


       someone with whom you are able to grow, if you


       have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless


       attraction of the road not taken and the partner not


       chosen, if you have the strength of heart to


       embrace the cycles and seasons that your love


       will experience, then you may be ready to seek


       the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait.


       The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth


       your patience. When the time comes, a thousand


       flowers will bloom...endlessly.




 

       -----------------------------------------------------------


       A beautiful piece. Pls pass it on especially to the


       young people who restarting to get into


       relationships or are in a relationship. It would save


       them a lot of heartaches and bitterness down the


       road.




 

       "Being happy doesn't mean that everything is


       perfect. It means you've decided to see life beyond


       the imperfections. So, don't Say you're happy


       because everything is alright. Be happy because


       everything sucks but you're just fine..." anonymous


continuation…

October 14th, 2005 by no7longer7me7

<<previous>>

thus, there are so much happy and fortunate moments worth thinking than complaining..hehehehe..

i know i dont always have that moment i had in the countryside, but, it is a great challenge to myself, as a Christian, to find His Highness, His Holy Presence, His Majesty, and experience His Holiness in the midst of the messy city and daily courses. because, i know that it is only in His Presence that i can see the good, better, and best in things amidst crises, corruption, and terrorism.  i know it is never an easy struggle to balance one’s self everyday.  we all wanted to have a well-being, yet, human as we are, we are often tempted to conform to the world or compromise to the lies of the enemy.  this is very true to my fellow youth.. this post-modern era has exposed us to the non-conventional and non-structural and we often think that our rebellion at home, in school, and in the church are but acceptable..AND, we waste so much time wandering, as we have had.

BE CAREFUL OF THE NEW AGE MOVEMENT!!!

IT IS AROUND US..

the wisest of wise men in Paulo Coelho’s "the alchemist" said:

    "The secret of happiness is to see the marvels of the world,

     and never forget the drops of oil on the spoon."

    "A shepherd may like to travel, but he should never forget

     about his sheep."

in my own language, let me interpret it as:

   – a Christian may like to enjoy his everyday life, follow the fashion, the fad, watch movies, go joy-riding, enrol fitness programs (like ga-gym ka parts??), stroll or witness night cafes, sip some coffee at Park Cafe (wala koy commission ani!), go mall-wandering, enjoy the beach in swimming suit, laugh with barkadas, enjoy travels and adventures over waters and mountains, BUT HE MUST NEVER FORGET THAT HE IS A CHRISTIAN, and that HE HAS A GREAT COMMISSION TO FULFILL; THAT HE IS HERE FOR A MISSION; THAT HE OUGHT TO PROPERLY REPRESENT GOD IN HIS LIFE.

ABOVE ALL,  he puts in his heart the gospel of salvation that he ought to share to all toungues, nations, and tribes:

"for all have sinned and fell short in the glory of God"

"for the wages of sin is death"

"while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us"

"for it is by GRACE through FAITH that we have been saved, not by good works so that no one can boast. we are God’s workmanship called to do good works that He prepared for us to do."

"for God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son. whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life."

the Lord said: "Behold, i stand at the door (heart) and knock, if any man hears my voice and open the door, i will come into him, eat with him, and he with me."

GOD BLESS US ALL!!

JOSH GROBAN LYRICS

October 14th, 2005 by no7longer7me7

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