what makes us?

the books we read?

the films we view?

the words of our friends?

or all of the above?

love is sadder for mathematics

mathematics tells us three of the saddest love stories.

tangent lines who had one chance to meet and then parted forever.

parallel lines who were never meant to meet.

and asymptotes who can get closer and closer but will never be together.

txt msgs good enough to share

life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don’t and believe that everything happens for a reason. know a good thing when you see it and don’t let it slip away. if you get a chance, take it. if it changes your life, let it. nobody said it would be easy, they just said it would be worth it.

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like water, be peaceful.
like earth, know balance.
like fire, love passionately.
like wind, be free.

over the weekend

Manny Pacquiao. world famous boxer. congressional candidate.


he’ll win. definitely.


God help us.


he wants to help his impoverished fellowmen. that’s good. but hasn’t it occurred to him that he can help without entering politics? perhaps nobody suggested that. there are so many ways to help. especially for someone as famous and rich as many pacqiuao.


why can’t he be a philanthropist? it’s a trend nowadays of some of the world’s richest persons and corporations. they build schools, health centers, shelters for the handicapped, the aged and the abused, group homes for runaways, livelihood centers, feeding centers. they advocate for better health, useful research, education, ecological conservation, art and even sports.


why did he choose politics? of all his possible options. why this? with all the mudslinging, character assassination and all the bad stuff. I know that he’s a fighter and he never gives up on any fight. that’s how he won his belts. by fighting and fighting real hard. but the best fighters know and have the humility to retreat when they know that the fight is not for them.


when he becomes congressman, he’ll be dedicating himself to a life of paperwork, bills, debates, endless discussions, and speeches. a life way too far from where he came from. has he no idea how turtle-like our lawmaking system is? that it takes it so long just to pass one single bill? he’ll be disappointed in a lot of ways if he does not know what to expect from that office. if he’s the type who likes it fast, like a killer knock-out punch, he’ll have to be insistent on the microphone laying down the cards before the entire house of scrutinizing lawmakers and the dissecting eye of the press. it would be too bad if he becomes a member of the silent committee in congress. you know, that group of lawmakers who just attend and listen and make the seats warm and not react at all. playing safe. or playing dumb. yeah, they get paid, by people’s taxes at that, just sitting there pretending to understand the whole thing.


manny pacquiao would make a good philanthropist. not a congressman.

impromptu post

people do NOT like to be reminded of the things they are not proud of.

of course! basic rule in socialization. duh!

i just couldn't understand why some earthlings just don't have enough brains and sensitivity to get that. whoever likes being reminded of how fat they are? of how they screwed up their job? of how messed up their relationship are? of what a sorry state their life is? hello!!!! are you just idiots or are you just heartless?

these people are doing thier damn best to fix their scattered sorry life. please please please don't hold them down. go pick on someone else. if you don't, you might just get your ass crouching-tiger kicked at your next comment.

it isn't just what they say, it's how they say it too. they say it like you owe them an explanation. like they had a right. the nerve!

watch your words as if your very life depends on them. be supportive and encouraging. if you can't say anything like that, don't open your mouth.

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i teach.

not because i don't have a choice.

i teach because i choose to.

this is my way of shaping history.

the twilight zone

im here but not really. they see me but they really don't.

this is the twilight zone.

yesterday, i spent half the day with an unfaithful man. he's in love with a woman who is not his wife. he's suffering from a hurting heart since the woman he loves moved away. far away. because they decided to do the right thing.

i should be appalled. what he did is a mistake. he was wrong. he took for granted the woman he vowed to love until death before God and man. he put his children aside for another woman. i should condemn him for bringing about every loving woman's greatest fear. but i didn't. i didn't cast stones at him. i couldn't.

he's a friend. he's hurting. most of all, he trusted me with his confession. i couldn't get the nerve to condemn him. not when he's in pain. who am i to condemn him anyway? besides, he's doing his best to stand up for his decision to do the right thing. he's doing the best he can to stand up for his wife and his children even though the pain is so great. when he couldn't stop thinking about her. when he couldn't help himself from reliving the memories they had and letting all the love and pain to come flooding into his system everytime. like a deluge drowning him to the core.

who am i to judge him? all he really did was love another soul apart from himself. that's natural. we're people. we are born with the tendency to love embedded in our genes. we are progammed to love. he just loved.

holy week reflections

who am i?
+casting crowns+

Who am I?
that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I?
that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way

For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You're

Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the windS
till You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours,
I am Yours

Who Am I?
that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who Am I?
that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours

*****

indeed, who am i to You that You love me so much?
who am i? that You died for me?
who am I, Lord that You continue to love me even though You are often taken for granted?

who am i?

then again, it's who You are Lord.

You are love.

searching

im searhing for places where i'd be appreciated for the good that i do. places where i don't have to hold my breath. where i shouldn't be afraid of sharing common spae with my superiors. where i could unleash the creative person in me. where people don't judge you too much of your position. where sucking up is not exactly necessary. where i could get respect because i'm a person. where the powers that be respect the good person i am now and the better person i could still become. i'd like to believe that there are still places around here that are like that.

i hope i'll find that place soon.

rejected but not broken

out. im out. of my job.

mea culpa. mea culpa. mea culpa.

i screwed up.

but just as i wrote before, if they don't want to take a chance me, that'll be too bad but i won't beg on my knees either.

the surprising truth is, im not even that sorry that im leaving. not that i don't have great memories there nor that i won't be missing the amazing friends i found there. i will forever treasure my awesome experiences and the fabulous people who made my freshmen year in the mentoring side of the academe fantastically great.

but you see, that place wasn't all it's cracked up to be.

they didn't see beyond the mask. they didn't see the unhappiness i brought with me evryday to school.

how could i do my job? i wasn't waking up happy and excited about it. i was just doing what's required of me there. i didn't feel appreciated for giving my best shot either.

for others, inefficiency in thier work makes them unhappy.

for me, my unhapppiness in my work made me inefficient.

now, i look forward to a life better than this. im applying for places that would appreciate me for the efforts i give.

im may have been rejected, but im not broken.