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THE LITTLE PLANT
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Posted:May 19, 2008 9:57 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2008 10:23 pm 7982 Views
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A seed is a little plant sleeping between the two cotyledons (a dicot plant). The cotyledons are the food stocked in order to sustain the growth of the new plant until roots will come out to suck water from the ground and for the leaves to mature to trap sunlight in order to manufacture its own food.
As the little plant wake up and reach for the sun, the stored food starts to reduce in size until it will become dry and wilted. The disappearance of the given blessing will give way to more advance faculties that will let the new life live independently.
The roots, stems and leaves are developed to work together in order to make the plant strong and to withstand the test of time.
It will then, move towards the sky in order to establish its place on earth. The good earth will then play its role by nourishing it with water, sunlight and soil.
Life with this new plant is so simple then. Daily, it traps sunlight, sucks water and sways to the breeze. It gives off oxygen and takes in carbon dioxide. Stem will get stronger. Roots will explore deep into the grounds. Branches will try to reach the sky. It will then enjoy the grandeur of how magnificent its existence is on the the face of the earth. The thought that it has a place on this world makes this budding plant more fulfilled and confident.
Until one day, storm come and hit this plant. Dry season culminated and existence is difficult. Branches are broken and leaves are fallen down.
The plant has realized that in the course of growing, it enjoys the bounty of establishing its identity but it also exposes itself to the vulnerability of some harsh realities that come in the package of growing.It is left at the near disposal of nature. There are times that it resisted by going against the wind but it gained broken branches and fallen leaves. At times it went with the breeze but the happiness did not last for long.This is the moment of confusion that led this plant to learn that:
Whether it will go against or with the wind leaves will still fall down. Branches will age and will be broken. This is the cycle.
The plant has finally submitted to the pattern of growing. It bears new fruits. There are moments when leaves and branches broke but the healing took place and they sprouted again. They are even healthier, greener and stronger.
Vulnerability brought by exposure to the possible natural occurrence still exists. Yet this plant feels so certain that the fruits it bear got new seeds in it that will grow and multiply to many new little plants that will once again strive to reach the sky.
So life continues and the then little plant lives happily ever after...
Life is like a little plant. It is given in a complete package of essential things to be used in order to sustain it. However, it is also left to the disposal that time can only tell what and when...There are times of confusion but everytime it ended it brings new realization. Just like the broken branches and fallen leaves they will heal.
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THE RED, YELLOW AND GREEN TRAFFIC LIGHTS
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Posted:May 18, 2008 4:01 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2008 4:52 pm 8465 Views
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I was waiting for my best friend in front of the beauty shop and at the same time I was observing the flow of the traffic. I was having fun looking at the the various ways how people cross at the pedestrian lane. Some were trying to beat the traffic light by running fast across the lane when it turned green. Some pretended to maintain their poise while doing the catwalk. Some had been very critical to keep on watching the light whether it turned yellow already.
I also observed some people who dared to cross even if the lights were red.An obvious violation of the traffic rules that led some drivers to shout at them.
Traffic lights got three colors that signify the appropriate action to keep the flow of the traffic systematic. However, not all people learn the importance of each light's color in connection to safety and system.
There are those who keep on going even if the light is red.The possible excuse is, they are trying to cope with something and stopping when the light turns red is just a waste of time.
There are also those who are very critical in observing the yellow light. Yellow which maybe equated with being on guard for any moment a you got to be moving in order to cross the lane.
There are those who are patient enough to know that the green light means everyone could move to cross the lane and off they go with the flow.
In life, there are times that the red light is not even recognized. No time to stop. Whether red, green or yellow the movement continues. When the day ends stress, fatigue and disappointment are the sure merits of the too busy day.
Sometimes, the yellow light is always up for others.They tend to be very watchful that trusting each other seems to be very difficult. Suspicions abound, again the glorification of stress and fatigue would always beat the happy dispositions in life.
We are all pedestrians in this crazy world.As pedestrians we must observe the three colors of the traffic lights.Red will always mean stop, so why not take a break?Yellow means be cautious and be prepared, so why not take it just before every step? Green means move, so why not take after knowing that its now time to go?
There is a certain time for every light. Same as there is always a right time for everything. Rest assured that the time allotment is always exact for us to cross the lane.
Trust the lights. Simply because they were designed perfectly by Someone who exactly knew our time.
Somewhere outhere...
We have our most effective Traffic Enforcer who mans our lights.
A BLESSED TRINITY SUNDAY TO EACH AND EVERYONE.
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SO LONG MY FRIENDS
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Posted:May 16, 2008 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2008 9:03 am 7867 Views
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I have not written regularly in my bog because I cant find good things to write lately. I am personally tired to write about the over acting dramas that are occurring in my messy life lately.
I don't also like dramas. I come and visit regularly. I check and read some of the pages that I never miss.
I notice that the transition of bloglandia is really fast. Many new bloggers keep on coming in. I can seldom see some familiar faces that I used to see regularly before.
I miss some of them. I tried searching using the link from the comments they posted in my previous posts. After few attempts I discovered that they just turned off their profiles and erased their pages.
I felt sad. A certain feeling that I used to feel everytime my real friends bid me goodbye with a promise to keep in touch. Later, the promise is forgotten.The only difference here in my virtual world is no promises of keeping in touch was uttered, they just vanished.
The come and go of people in my real and virtual life proves that nothing is permanent. Just like me, everyone is a voyager that keeps on with a journey of life. Pains of parting and joys of meeting are always part of the package.
My thoughts have been telling me that coming and going go on with the cycle of the world and it will only stop if the world itself will stop revolving and rotating on its axis. I don't want that to happened too. I as much as I do not want to let go my friends, still, I want the world to continuously moving for everyone to live.
Parting is never been easy but I know that everytme I say Goodbye it will also mean God bless you. Everytime I shed a tear, I know that the 365 day and 24 hours will complete the whole cycle and somehow, sometime and somewhere we will be seeing each other again.
I am also hoping that in my virtual journey, I will once again stomp on fga and essenceofthelover blog pages someday.
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SILENCE AND "MALDITA"
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Posted:May 12, 2008 9:03 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2008 3:47 pm 7796 Views
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Seems that I have not bounced back from various set backs I got since last week. The mess I had with dad left me broke after paying the services needed..( at least I took responsibility for it)..
I was also forced to file legal complain concerning some errors that appeared in my academic records which was not given much attention by the academic council despite of my diplomatic appeal. I discovered that legal issues wasn't really easy.(Whew!!!)
I was so busy that 24 hours proved to be very insufficient in order for me to cope with so many things around. In my frustration, I even regretted why I learned to know the nature of the very promising exercise called "sleep".
In my daily flights, I remained silent most of the time. Talking made me more exhausted. My staff and bestfriend respected my unusual silence by nodding their heads and giving me their reserved smiles whenever we crossed our ways. I left written instructions on my table for my friend to carry on the other affairs of the day.Keeping silent is my way of making my mind focused to the things that I have to do when times got rough and harsh.
For some who do not knew me well, they often end up calling me "maldita". Even the fitness instructor in the gym would often label me with the same word. It seems that making me obey her wants serves as her ultimate goal whenever I join her sessions.She would kept barking me with her instructions on how to perform some movements which I have been doing for so many years already. With this, I changed my gym schedule coz I do not like her anymore.
This afternoon, I was again settling on the one corner of the bench while waiting for my friend to finish her belly dancing ( I don't like belly dancing much I go for funk and hip hop dancing). As I looked at them wiggling their hips I was thinking how graceful and feminine their movements were.I was not aware how serious my facial expression was when suddenly, my former student tapped and told me that I looked very "maldita" in my serious expression. She coaxed me to utter a single word for her to hear my voice once again.I smiled.
After she left, I started to ponder why keeping silent sometimes seems to be very unusual to some people. Why silence seems to be a very dangerous mystery for some?
isn't it that in the moments of silence you will clearly hear the language of your heart?
isn't it that silence is the most powerful prayer that will help in hearing God's response?
In times of confusions, difficulties and losses, I prefer to be silent because in doing so I get reunited with my own self.Myself which is my oasis and my source of strength.
I am not "maldita", I am just trying to commune with myself in the silence of my heart.
I still keep my silence until now but I am sure I am on way to bounce back from too many messes I had been through lately.
I might not be talking much but I still manage to smile whenever I remember it.
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BEHIND THE WOMAN.....
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Posted:May 7, 2008 5:24 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2008 5:02 am 7833 Views
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I had a bad day.
I messed up with my dad's car when I bumped the coconut tree after I made a backing. Our simple conversation was turned to heated argument when my stubborn nature had dominated my head. I rebut my dad's ideas with my distorted answers which flared him more.
He started to bring back some of his unfinished businesses which he had been repeating all through out the years.It pissed me off and in occasions like these my final move is to walk out and won't go back home for longer period. I am tagged then as immature, rebellious, spoiled brat.
I knew that I am my dad's favorite. Only he got too much frustrations because he can't make me follow what he wanted for me.I refused to take the course he wanted when I started my college and I did not support his past projects.
As a consequence, he deprived me of some "privileges" which my other siblings enjoyed. Honestly, I did not even give it a damn which made him more furious.
At times, I feel a silent competition between me and my dad but I cant just point out what are we competing for. Things will always seem okey between us but whenever I mess up with something we will once again go back to our unending argument of my stubbornness.
For countless times, I walked out and do things on my own. I wont manifest myself in our home because I know that soon a mediatrix will come to do something.
MY MOM
Dad can not say no if mom would demand that they need to come and visit me. I can not remember an instance that mom took side with me during my so many arguments with dad. She remained silent and would leave things to both of us. She would only remind me to keep my voice low whenever I explain my side. I am glad because her constant reminder makes me speak out my mind without raising my voice. The low voice lessens the tension during arguments.
Mom had never boldly expressed if she agreed or disagreed with my "distorted ideas" but she is always my refuge in times like this. Her presence will always give me the assurance that things would be better soon. No matter how worse the damage I had done, I know that I always have an assurance of comfort with her.
My mom is my silent defender and my fortress.
WHILE
Dad is my trainer in argumentation and debate.
Who says that woman is only behind every man's success and failure?
In my case, SHE is behind the woman too.
To all the mothers out here....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
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FINISHED PIECE
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Posted:May 1, 2008 5:26 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2008 4:02 pm 8098 Views
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My daily life with have been opening me to various realizations. Often, I am feeling guilty because it seems that I am learning more from them than the other way around .
Before, the idea of messing myself with the bunch of these little monsters wont appeal to my senses, reason which prompted me to be within the tertiary level. I found the joy of inflecting miseries among the lives of my college associates by disturbing the peaceful rest of Woolf, Shakespeare, Kafka, Hemingway,etc. ( I was then an idealists) I felt alive whenever I strode to the vines of various literary theories and was expecting exemplary participation among my captured audience. My highest expectations were shattered when I went face to face to the reality that not majority of the terrorized audience loves reading. It is a sad reality that reading culture is fast dying in the context of digital world. I ":was liked a buffoon in front of my silent listeners who did not even knew that Romeo and Juliet before turned into film was actually a novel by Shakespeare. Somehow, I also found joy when I influenced some to like reading (after many events of threatening them with red marks. I have to admit that for many times I used my limitless power inside the four corners of the classroom to strictly implement some rules and regulations in carrying my advocacy to promote the love for reading. I made to keep my guidelines and requirements after realizing that iron hands were also needed in administering the learning process among the college folks who had been deeply emerged into the culture of pleasures and "digitism". There were stories of success but most of the time the stories of failure prevailed to both of us. My college circle ended with the establishment of my terroristic, hard-to-please and "maldita" image and I got frustrations for not accomplishing my target goals.
Personally, my heart sunk whenever I put a red mark on my records because I knew that it would meant broken dreams and aspirations but I need to stick to the ideals set in order to mold another batch of qualified professionals that will soon hit the ways of corporate world.I can't simply put a black mark for the subjective reason of pity but I adhered to the objective ideals of "only those who are deserving got a good place here".
Until one day, another realization lighted in my empty shell. The fact that the "schema" of my college associates was not properly remediated on their foundation years made them passive (frustrated also)to the challenges of entirely different culture in college. I looked into the educational records and backgrounds of the young people who branded me terrorist and I discovered that I cant expect much because they were also victimized with the ill-system of education process.
It contextualized the thought that "you can not give what you do not have". Squeezing the students to exude the excellence inside the classroom would end making both parties hating each other.
A deep analysis of this scenario would actually lead to the sad discovery of the wrong concepts introduced by some mentors in the foundation years of education.
These were the learnings learned from the inefficient mentors who themselves got a vague grasp and understanding of the subject thought.With the exception of some highly qualified mentors, the reality that many "substandard"educators have been left to occupy the vacant seats left by best teachers who had and have chosen to join the mass exudos of going abroad for better offers.The saddest fact is, these are best teachers that the country have produced.
There are times that I felt hopeless as to the system of education in the Philippines is concern. At times I am frustrated and disappointed. My frustrations and disappointments were the motivating factors why I opted to shift my concentration to basic education.
This is how Angels Guide Haven started. Since it was founded, my day is always great specially if I am talking or listening to my in the center.
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I GOT A DATE
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Posted:Apr 28, 2008 6:43 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2008 4:17 pm 8010 Views
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I hurried home to change my clothes. I ransacked my closet to choose the sexiest and the most daring dress I ever have.
The night was so special for me. I choose the sweetest perfume and I worn my stiletto. I had gone out with the most important person in my life. I tried very hard to look best for my date.
My heart somersaulted as I approached our meeting place. I was so excited and exalted that a time was spared just for the two of us.
When I entered the glass door the waiter ushered me to the to the other side of the place. The air conditioning unit did not help to ease the flow of my sweat. I felt so conscious about how I looked. I gained a little composure when I saw several men from the tables I passed giving me their admiring glances.
It did help me a little. I was still thinking if I could got the approval of my date.
At last, the person's back was just a few inches aways from where I stood. I hesitated for a moment. Then I gave a soft tap on the shoulder. The person turned to look at me. I got the tightest and the biggest embrace. I received the praises I longed. My hesitations flew away. I did the same to the person. We were both happiest to see each other once again.
I am at the peak of life while The person I was with manifested the wrinkled face which spoke of the wisdom learned over the years. I saw the exhaustion in the eyes that used to reflect the radiance of life. The same eyes that inspired me to embrace the challenges were the same eyes that stared me to tell that stories of lost times.
I smiled and before I settled on my seat, I cant stop myself to embrace the person I missed so much.
My date was no other than my 3rd grade teacher. The teacher who inspired and influenced me to follow the path that I am having now. The person who pushed me to take the ideals according to the principles of I believe is right.The person who taught me to stand even if others wont. The person who opened me to the reality that the happiness is hidden in the simplicity of things.
SHE WAS MY TEACHER AND NOW MY CO TEACHER.
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FOOL?
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Posted:Apr 27, 2008 4:30 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2008 5:13 pm 7854 Views
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I found it ironically funny but true.
"Man is but a mortal fool.. When it's hot, he wants it cool... When it's cool, he wants it hot... He's always wanting what is not...."
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