Thursday, July 31, 2008

Reflection


Reflection – Lea Salonga

Look at me,
I will never pass for a perfect bride,
or a perfect daughter.
Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part.
Now I see,
That if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight, back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know
Somehow I cannot hide, who I am
though I’ve tried.
When will my reflection show who I am inside.

When will my reflection show who I am inside.
This song perfectly describes what I feel right now and I can almost see myself as the character of the song. I get so confused sometimes that I could see my reflection as someone I don’t know, someone who I never knew before. And it’s just awfully crazy that I become a stranger to myself. I strongly agree with the song that if I were truly to be myself, I would break, not just my family’s heart, but everybody else around me.

This is the very reason why I think I got stuck to this turning point of my life. I just realize how hard it is to be in a crossroad without knowing beforehand which direction to take. One step might change my whole life. And one wrong turn might be a nightmare I would never dare experience. I never expected making a decision would be this hard. I thought all the lessons I learned from being a seminary and institute student will make me all equipped to challenges such as this yet I never am. There are really so much more to learn and I just have to take a step now or I remain stagnant until somebody else will decide for me.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Crying Out Loud..


I sin, I make mistakes, and I offend my God. These were the times when I feel so empty and helpless. And worse, I get stuck knowing I have nowhere to go but cling to my own strength. People would say I shouldn’t think I am alone though because there are two beings up on high to get strength from and that are more than willing to lift me up no matter what happen. Its such a gift of comfort to know such a thing. But then again, during those times, I just couldn’t ignore the feeling of being alone and just wished somebody for “real” must have been there to cheer me up, protect, love, care, and listen to my foolish sentiments. Life is not a bed of roses I know and I don’t think there is such kind of life as there needs be an opposition in all things. It has been said that oppositions help us progress. And I remember I was warned before that there is such a thing as learning things in joy and learning things in sorrow. I think it is a process where we make choices and be responsible of what we choose. Sometimes I do not understand why certain things happen in my life. Everytime I suffer, I would just say I made the wrong choice. I feel that, most of the time, I am learning my lessons the hard way and they just get me to thinking something must be wrong with me. It feels a lot more of a hell though when I trace back where I went wrong and realize how powerful MYSELF is as my innermost enemy. I realized how big a dilemma it is to wrestle with Goliath when all you have is just a sling and a stone. It takes a really brave David to overcome such a situation. And I just couldn't be as brave as David when I can so feel Goliath working from within, trying to break me into pieces while I stand still and let him inflict upon me exquisite pain. It burns up a lot of energy physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually to wrestle with my own inner self. I know I couldn't go against my core values yet doing so gets enticingly cool sometimes and its hard to resist. And as you see, I always end up causing myself pain no matter who between the two wins. I just have the option of choosing the lesser pain. I am not perfect, I never was and never will I be at least in this lifetime. But imperfect I may be, I believe I still have the power to overcome such a thing only if I prove myself worthy of my God's mercy. Some things I learned in joy and some things in sorrow. I've got the choice. They're all just in my hands..It’s just that overcoming my own self now is not that easy. I have to master myself and let the better me take control.

I am just crying out loud now. I feel confused about some things unknown to me or maybe I am just too coward to admit them and put them in words as of this moment.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Dont Mind Me

Students just come and go. I stayed in that place for almost 10 hours of my time today. I just couldn't believe it! I rarely go to that place when I was a student because I know I am expected to study my lessons when I get there. lol..

Well, it was so nice to be back to that huge building. It has been a long while since the last time I said hello to that building's personnel to show an ID just to get in. I could say, from those few times that I've been there until now, that there are no apparent changes in the physical set-up of the area. From the chair to the table arrangements, the shelves, the computer area, the personnel who checks ids, everything's almost the same, in this section at least. If there's one thing that seem to have changed is that number of students who use their own laptops to utilize the wireless connection to the internet. I would like to believe now that the university is no longer an institution for the poor. Oh well, I hate to emphasize more on this anyway.

Well, I am not supposedly allowed to be there in the first place. That was a place strictly for the university's currently enrolled students and its faculty members. I was just able to borrow my sisters identity and there I got in. Oh yeah! I should have not did that, I just so badly need it though. I feel the need to go to a place where I could do my stuffs in preparation for my board exam. That place, with all the spirit of silence and serenity, just led me back to being a poor student who brought nothing but my thirst for learning and success. I did cheat just to get in yet who would blame me anyway? The thing is, I never did something to harm someone or give that place a bad name. I was just silently sitted, dazed at solving problems in my borrowed desk while I see some students sleeping nearby. I believe that was not too much to ask. My presence there was just like one grain of sand in the seashore anyway! It doesnt make any difference if I go there or not. That was my first time to do that anyway! hehe..And I guess I will count more for the next few days.

I got home almost 11pm and told of the news that Diane's boyfriend, Alrin, has just passed the nursing board exam. He just didn't simply passed it but made it to almost top the whole batch. He was the 2nd from the top! It was really an applauding accomplishment and my sister is more than happy and proud of him. Everybody else does when we let the news spread to our friends. And they were all like eyeing on me. They were like telling me that its almost my turn now. My board exam is almost here! And I don't feel very confident to pass the board exam and what more to make it to the top? I just so hate it when people expect so much from me. I feel so pressured, like everybody's pushing me to do well in the spotlight. And after that result from Alrin's, I just so need to do my best! I dont feel I am giving my best shot at the moment though and from this time on, maybe I will. Even just for this part of my whole life, I am going to take my refresher class seriously. I just positively need it now with all my power to give that thing emphasis! It isn't about pleasing the people around me but it is something I want to accomplish for my parents. I just want to give them back a bit of all the sacrifices they endured for me to reach this stage of my life. I know it is going to be a huge blast of frustration for them if I fail this exam.

With those things in mind, I just need to visit that place more often. That would mean dishonesty, again and again, just to get in the UP Main Library. :-)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Positive Mindset


"It's FEDEX! Here's Your Shipment of "Dreams"....

How cool would that be? Just place an order of your "dreams and desires" and get FedEx to ship them out... :-)

Well, strange as it sounds, that's how it actually works in the "Universe". Lately, I learned about "little tricks" to shift one's mind from frustration, worry, anxiety, impatience, etc....to a far more POSITIVE MINDSET! Sometimes, we overlook the power of little things around us such as holding a conversation with a friend, family member, or even someone not so close. We even fail to recognize that sometimes merely watching movies that make us laugh or listening to music we like would be enough to convert our negative thoughts to positive ones. We tend to complicate things when we already know the wisdom on "small means" wherein right MINDSET is one of the key ingredients to "bring to pass great things." I think small things are most effective when we have the right mindset.

Talking about "dreams and desires", I just so need this kind of thinking right now and then. I always believed that life indeed is full of contradictions and that I no longer can do something about it. This idea, however, has just brought me to thinking that Im just one powerless person who is of very little capacity to work my dreams out. I feel that no matter how I try, I still fail for reasons I hardly can understand. Now, I realize that this is oftentimes caused by some contradictions that happens from within. I cannot go against the core values I set for myself and violate my own beliefs. I long dwelt in my private sphere and I just can't compromise my world's principles to accept the secular standards of the universe. This is when complications get in my way towards achieving my dreams. And the question I have to leave myself now is: How can I effectively utilize the little tricks I learned?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

An Outlet for My Thoughts

I discovered this site only last night, and something about it stirred me. Perhaps it was the quiet promise of having a space — a private corner of the vast digital world — where my thoughts and emotions could live, especially on days when I could not bring myself to share them with anyone.

I have always liked the idea of record-keeping, though my attempts have been inconsistent. I began keeping a journal when I was in my second year of high school, but never maintained it for long. Still, I have always enjoyed reading over those scattered entries. They are fragments of my younger self, and each time I revisit them, I learn something new — about who I was, and who I am becoming.

Writing has never been my strength. In elementary and high school, I dreaded theme writing. I admired those who could confidently express themselves, whether through the written word or in speech. I have always believed that words — whether spoken aloud or quietly written down — are an extension of the mind, a glimpse into the inner landscapes we rarely let others see.

Right now, I should be focused on preparing for my board exam, poring over my modules, and absorbing every bit of knowledge I can. But no matter how I try, the words on the page refuse to take root in my mind. My thoughts feel scattered, preoccupied with things that are, perhaps, unnecessary at this moment. It is as if my mind’s bin is full of clutter, yet I have no clear way to empty it.

Part of me longs to escape — to go somewhere unfamiliar, where no one knows my name, where I could move freely without the weight of watchful eyes. I imagine what it might be like to disappear for a while, to strip away the expectations and see myself as I truly am. Maybe that is what I need: to know and master myself, to conduct my own experiment in living. Risky, perhaps, but I believe it might be worth it.

I also know I cannot walk this path alone. I need someone, or something, to remind me that both secular and spiritual morality can coexist — that I can live in this world without compromising the values I hold dear. Above all, I need to seek myself now, while there is still time, before I find what remains of me wasted or broken.

Happiness and Contentment


Justine, Chris Mae, Me, and Aiza @ Camp 7, Baguio City (May 4, 2008)

Justine, Chris Mae, Aiza, and Me @ Pozorrubio, Pangasinan (May 5, 2008)

@Jollibee Magsaysay, Baguio City.. with Justine and Chris Mae

I have always been very observant about how people give meaning to the words happiness and contentment. Little kids, I guess, have the simplest definition. For them, it might mean getting a shiny new toy, holding a melting ice cream on a hot day, or simply being in the warm embrace of their parents. Their joy is pure and undiluted—uncomplicated by the weight of responsibilities or the shadows of past disappointments. But I’ve noticed that this simplicity changes over time. The meaning grows more layered, more complex, shaped by the joys, losses, and lessons we gather along the way.

I remember when I was still a seemingly innocent little girl in my school uniform—white blouse neatly tucked into a navy pleated skirt, its fabric smelling faintly of laundry soap. My black leather shoes were polished every morning but always ended the day scuffed from running across gravel paths and skipping over puddles after the rain. The air in the schoolyard often carried the scent of chalk dust and fried snacks from the canteen, and the sound of the bell would echo like a call to adventure rather than a summons to class.

Like any other student, I had friends who shared in my “kiddy crimes”—those harmless acts of mischief that filled my grade school and high school years with color. They were the people I laughed with until my stomach ached, the ones who made the hours between classes feel like entire adventures.

Every time I was with them, life felt so light, as if there was no room for worries to sneak in. We were perfectly content with the simplest things—giggling at an inside joke no one else could understand, racing each other down the hallways with our laughter bouncing off the walls, or sitting under the shade of an acacia tree, talking about everything and nothing.

We let our feet take us anywhere—wandering to the canteen where the sweet smell of banana cue tempted us, to the far end of the field where the breeze felt cooler, or into an empty classroom where our voices became louder in the absence of teachers. Hours would slip away unnoticed, and we’d miss a lesson or two without a second thought.

We’d swap stories about our “dreary” teachers, exaggerating their quirks for laughs, and whisper strategies on how to “defeat” our so-called enemies—rival groups who probably thought the same about us. It was all so petty, so childlike, and yet, at the time, it felt like the biggest mission in the world.

There is so much to cherish about being a child. Yes, children cry just like adults do—but there’s a softness to their hearts that makes them quick to forgive. I’ve seen a child, red-eyed and sniffling from a quarrel, break into a smile minutes later, ready to play again. They have forgiveness, humility, meekness, submissiveness, and an eagerness to learn—qualities that seem to fade as we grow older. Sometimes I wish our then semi-uncorrupted minds could have stayed that way forever. But I know that’s impossible. Life demands we grow up, and with growing up comes change.

Those memories are part of our innocence, a stage everyone passes through. Now we call ourselves grown-ups, but we still cry—sometimes for reasons we can’t even explain. After high school graduation, we went our separate ways. We said our goodbyes with promises to keep our friendship alive. And for a while, we did—meeting occasionally, exchanging messages, sharing pieces of our new lives. But life moved on. We met new people, took different paths, had our hearts broken, and watched some of our dreams dissolve.

Still, there’s something magical about reunions. When we see each other again, it’s as though time folds in on itself. We laugh like we used to, trading stories and teasing each other as if we were back in the schoolyard. Recently, during a get-together, they jokingly teased me about how “boring” my life seemed compared to theirs. We laughed it off, but deep down, I realized how much we had all changed. Eight years ago, we were carefree teenagers. Now, our faces carry the stories of sleepless nights, tough decisions, and silent battles fought alone.

Looking back, I see how my own path has been shaped. I’ve spent so much of my time helping other people—listening to their struggles, offering advice, and trying to give them hope. It fills me with happiness to see someone’s eyes glow again after feeling lost. But somewhere along the way, I realized I couldn’t always do the same for myself. There were nights when I wished someone would reach out and do for me what I try to do for others.

Sometimes loneliness creeps in, along with moments of hopelessness and helplessness. But I know I’m not alone in that. Everyone—young or old—has their own struggles. They may differ in form and intensity, but no one is exempt.

And here’s what I’ve learned: in the end, it’s not the size or shape of the problem that defines us—it’s how we respond to it. Our reactions, our resilience, our ability to keep moving forward—these are the things that matter in the long run. Because it’s in overcoming challenges that we find the truest meaning of happiness and contentment. Those words are no longer just about toys, laughter, or easy afternoons. They are about victories, big or small, that prove to us how far we’ve come in the race called life. Without the struggles, they would be empty words.

And perhaps the most comforting thought is this: happiness and contentment are not fixed destinations—they are shifting, growing, evolving alongside us. My definition will not be the same ten years from now, just as it isn’t the same as it was ten years ago. I hope that in the years ahead, I will learn to extend the same kindness to myself that I so freely give to others. I hope to surround myself with people who will remind me to laugh, to wander, and to take joy in small moments. And when life feels heavy again—as it surely will—I hope I will remember that the child I once was still lives in me, ready to forgive, to hope, and to keep chasing light.

Because maybe that’s what true contentment is—not the absence of struggle, but the quiet strength to keep going, knowing that somewhere between the battles and the laughter, we are still growing, still loving, and still learning how to be happy.