Possibly Maybe Unexpectedly: hope

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Monday, July 2, 2012

Quote of the Week


Quote by Dolly Gonzales Photo courtesy of Joanah Paula Quinto

Friday, November 11, 2011

Baby Steps to Greatness: Start by Making Good Habits

It's the things you do today that make-up your future

My uncle once gave the most important tip in studying effectively: read and understand the book from cover to cover “literally”. Whether it’s the copyright’s page, the index, the table of contents, the edition, or just the testimonials, reading these can greatly help in assimilating the lessons the author wrote in his book. He told me this after quizzing me with what I was reading – an Engineering book which I was surprised to see he understood more even if his profession was lined up in political science (take note he just read it then and there). It was then that I saw what was wrong with my study habits (particularly my reading). I love to read and did very well in class; but I could have performed even better.

When Things Go Out of Control...

Listen....

I was supposed to write something about iphone app development but I ended up writing this blog post instead. Recently a certain blogger’s awards event happened in Legazpi. I may not have been a part of it but some friends were and they won (CONGRATULATIONS!!!). I’m happy for them and I have no regrets if I haven’t posted my link (this blog post) earlier for the possibility of it being nominated. I was still fixing this blog – from the contents to its layout (and layout’s next). As a graduate of an IT course and as the blog’s owner I felt it was but right that I do the tweaking myself. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do it for months. But enough about this blog (or when would it get finally done); I just want to point out something….

Things are meant to happen for a reason…

My Free Time, Schooling, and Dreams...

People ask : Where have you been?

I answered : Working....

They ask again : Where...and what did you do....?

I replied : I became a writer and I taught college (math and logic circuits)...

Then they say (nodding) : Ah!

I get a lot of these lately: the nods, the questions, and of course the are-you-sure looks (as if I am not so sure of what I'm saying). It's been a while since I last entered the steps of my Alma Matter, and honestly--in as much as I am pleased to be back--I can't help but question other people's sincerity when they talk to me, or see me, walking along the corridors (and the surprise looks whenever I'd climb the stairs).

Walking Home

*this is something I wrote earlier this evening as I came back from school....

I am, at last, home only to find myself waiting outside our house for the rest of my family to arrive...

I came home pretty late today...

Earlier in Aemilianum, as my instructor called the assigned reporter to start (class started at 3pm), my sister sent me a text message informing me of the traffic building up at downtown. People have gathered in the streets to watch the street dance – a part of the Sosogon Festivities.

My class was only until 4pm. Since Prof. Ed. 9 is my only class during weekdays, I usually come in fifteen minutes before class and leave immediately after it. Today, however, due to the parade, I had to stay another hour in school, hoping that by then traffic would be back to normal.

The "hour more" was spent wisely conversing with Ms. Pacla regarding the novel I was working on (another story to tell) and spending time with my dear girls from Jardin. By past 5 pm I started out the doors of Aemilianum and luckily got a tricycle ride with the driver suggesting to bring me straight to my destination instead of going to downtown for the second ride home (downtown's traffic seems to be slow due to the parade and the rain--which happened during that hour of wait i did).

I spent that hour wisely. I had a chance to talk with Ms. Pacla regarding the novel I was working on; and also bond with my girls from Jardin de Maria. By past 5pm I started to walk out the doors of my alma matter and got lucky to get a tricycle ride which offered to bring me straight to my destination (traffic was still slow at downtown).

The tricycle stopped at the end of the paved road. From there I started walking my way towards home. I call it adventure.

There were more houses on the way compared to when we first came here; just imagine how it was further ahead…where we built our house. I finally came at the turn where the gate to our compound is. This is the part where I needed to be extra careful, not because it was rocky but because of the grass. They’ve already grown after a month since they were last trimmed. But even then I still pray that no snake would jump at me from nowhere. There were only a few steps and our unfinished second floor was already within sight.

Between being careful with my steps, praying that I won’t trip, and sweat forming on my forehead, the realization that no one might be home yet hit me. We all did go out at the same time and surely traffic isn’t going any faster in downtown. I don’t have the key to the door and there’s no way I was going to walk back all that way especially since I just passed by the area where they once found a snake. So I still went on. Just then a certain scent filled the atmosphere.

I knew that scent well.

My mom’s perfume….

My mom was with me…

I know some may find it weird but I said hi. Ever since she died we always had this feeling that she’s with us especially when that scent came strong. None of us used that perfume. As an Ilocano tradition we sent it with her – a pabaon.

The scent faded as soon as I entered our gate. I found the lights outside were on but (as expected) the windows closed.

Now I sit here…And between thoughts of wanting to break the doors, planning to have my own set of keys, and wishing I had brought with me a bottle of insect repellent, I write these lines:

   I miss my mom!

           I miss her everyday.....

               and God is good.....

                   He allowed her to keep watch of us.....

   and He allowed us to have her as our

Mother.....

God's kindness was shining on us....

He gave me that warning from my sister so as to not get tied up in that messy traffic...

He gave me that extra time to talk to friends to make my dream a reality...

And there was my mom...

Now my thoughts wandered off to my laptop inside and my need to type what I just wrote in this scratch paper. But just like TIME, CHANCES, and SERENDIPITY, all I can do is wait and hope that the next footsteps I hear (the sound coming louder) are those of my loved ones with the key to the door.....

Photo by Gil Sages

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