Pal....fistbump!

At times when unsure

There’s always an open door

Or you might think twice

To a thing unadvised

Although or maybe

Gray area don’t see

Risen complexities

Blurred or cannot see

And everything seems to squabble

Those easy and understandable

You feel so helpless

Judging under duress

A hand to pull you through

Battle them all together with you

Even if all have decided

Will stay by you undivided

Be with you whatever happens

Together with ‘till it ends

I’m at your side my friend

Maybe much but laws I will bend

Present through highs and lows

Acting as imaginary shadow

Imperfect but I try hard as can be

Wheelchaired man, a friend yours truly

The Judges

There was once a time that San Beda College were home to us, the self proclaimed ''Judges’’.

The Judges

Together as classmates, we unchoked the hardships of college life as we played along serious academic challenge with the right amount of ‘coolness’ in every hard fought situation. I remember entering our room and all of our classmates’ heads were neither staring upwards blankly nor gazing downwards at their notes. They were all studying for the quiz later. Looked ridiculed, the Judges just smiled and went on with nothing as if a carefree life awaits us.

This kind of brotherhood went on until now. We may not even be the Judges as we planned to be but we are self-made one’s who’s eager to extend a hand or crack a joke to those who are in need. Convention and proper quorum may be rare but the spirit of friendship stays...with or without a bottle of beer.   

Appreciate

After doing a massive task of drenching myself to the countless possibilities served by technology, mauled I was. My stroked body, heavy on emotions, work revisions, connection flaws, a dear friend’s absence, loss of clear ideas, and consider almost anything that gets in the way of me advancing and improving pulls me back. I still remember my boss saying: ...if shit hits the fan...

But I’m fully aware of this and its possible repercussions if left unattended. Just as my ‘’Tol’’ advised me, I’m taking a rest. Husserl’s method might work this time. Being apart from your being and looking at it subjectively. Clearing away the cobwebs and polishing my present outlook is considerable. To be appreciative of all things stops the fan and clears the shit. Appreciate, appreciate, and in this life, we must appreciate.

Ite Ad Josep

Just to infinitely appreciate and show gratitude for simply making me worth for my friends are remarkable. First of all, they don’t know me that well. All they have are pieces of memories that coincidentally tie my raw being with them. Secondly, poorly is my impact as regards to the batch. Even a kid can  mercilessly count them if there were any. Lastly, because of the above pivotal reasons, I’m totally an alien. Apart and foreign to most of them including their activities, interactions and memories, I craved a sense of belongingness.

Although my lack of presence, I’m glad for they treated and adopted me as their own. I felt affiliated in their blessed group. A tribe consisting of Godsend people gifted with abundant joy, laughter and the coveted Josephian zeal. A mark filled with cooperation, camaraderie, inspiration, and selflessness.

I am therefore proud that I was welcomed again as a parcel of the group with open arms. How I wanted to be back in our school together with them as we inhale and feel those walls and walk those granite paths once again.  

Hu U?

It was almost like my birthday. Few treasured friends from way back then stormed my abode. Like the three kings, they bore gifts: food, fun and endless vintage tales from our alma mater schoolyard. The names, the seemingly chain of unforgettable events, past and present activities were full of pleasure and glee. Time bothered us and went quickly and it was all up before our guffaws envelope us.

overwhelmingly surrounded by ''ET'' beauties, TonET, JhET and  VholET

Seeing my friends all in a festive mood delighted my soul but kept a speck of regret inside me. I should have stayed much longer to finish my secondary education with them but I had to transfer to another school...then a lark with mixed interpretations passed by my being. Is there a possibility of these (my present state) happening to me if I hadn’t gone the latter?

Momentary regrets was felt but was able to whisk the same off. What matters is the extremely fun gathering with not just schoolmates, but true friends. And oh, by the way...HU U?