What happened?

It's funny how time changes people.

I just saw my former teacher's Facebook page because I got notified that it's her birthday today (August 27, 2012). Well yeah, she has been one of the few good teachers that I had way back in elementary. Definitely, she's not in my "teacher hate list".

It was just like yesterday (yeah, seems cliche-y...I know), when she gives us homemade cookies  in class. I LOVED THOSE COOKIES!!!

Most of the times, her kindness is abused by many. And maybe, including me.
I remembered that I asked her if I could skate around the classroom and she said "YES." I skated around the classroom during and after her class discussion (one of my AD/HD moments, I guess) =)) But she never got angry at me :/
*insert puppy dog eyes here*

Like what I said, it's really funny how time changes people.
My former teacher's a Dominican Order sister now. YESSSSS, she's a NUN already. IMAGINE THAT.

And here I am, most probably in the boundary of being a catholic and something else...most likely an agnostic theist, a highly oppositioanl person, or...or...JUST LOST (maybe for a while or forever) :|

I'm not even sure of what I'm feeling right now: am I nostalgic of my old self or just some wandering guilt's fooling with my consciousness, or a little bit of both.

I did not greet my old teacher :| (not even a simple wallpost)


I guess I am scared...
or most probably, I'm not proud of the person I am todaaaaaaaaaay.

Belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sr. Anne! I am sorry :(

Confessions of the Socially Awkward: The Flipside of Bullying

Like any average girl with a little more above the average intelligence quotient, I had/have been a subject of bullying. I could remember my elementary days, when students older than I used to call me names or trap me in a corner asking random questions about my life.  Upon further analysis of the previously awkward situation I was once in got me thinking about the pros of being 'cute' and the cons of being 'small'.

When I reached high school, my experience of being bullied got worse. Well, especially during freshmen year. I could remember my classmates who grabbed my head like a basketball just because they were taller than me, and they just felt like doing it. Everybody seemed it was alright with me...but little did they know, that I was already mentally cursing everyone back then. What could I do? I couldn't like, stop them for being Air Jordan fanatics; that's all they've got...just air inside their heads: no more, no less. And yeah, I remembered this girl who bad-mouthed me and pulled my skirt up up in the air just for fun. I just didn't care =)) it's in her nature already.

I'm like this, not because of them. 
I cannot  put a blame on my bullies for the person I am today. 

Blame them for their broken homes?
Blame them for their fucked up lives?
Blame them for their gender split?
or simply, judge their bitter past.

They had their history.

Well, I think blaming and judging is so overrated. Can we all just move forward?

And yes, I am much of a bully today too =))

In my case, bullying's not an emotional trauma. Well, I guess it's just a part of growing up.

They wasted their lives picking up on me. I'm not gonna waste any time just to bully them in return.
They could set fire a million insults. And I'm not gonna waste any time just to feel insulted.

Someday, I'll be that great person while they're still gonna be their same old shit.

NOTE:

This post was a result of a terrible dream I had. I guess my unconscious wanted to deal with repressed bitter memories in enigmatic retrospect. 

Two sides of the same flood

                                  

A midst the raging tempest;

Against the gallant floods,

Let our compassion fight the heavy fall!

Let our spirits thrive for existence,

For our hopes would not be drowned.

Don't let fear block our consciousness,

Don't let chaos intoxicate our emotions;

For there will always be TOMORROW.

(c) SAMANTHA REYES

Tondo Medical Mission No.1

July 21, 2012

I went to a Medical Mission together with my sister at Tondo, Manila. Actually, I'm not a Med student (yet). But if you want to make a difference, start with a little commitment and a little dose of right decisions. My sister picked me up at UST very early in the morning. It was raining very hard, and my umbrella almost died :(


My sister said that we should eat breakfast before going to Tondo. She bought food and we ate breakfast inside the car. 


"Ganyan talaga pag-doctor...sa kotse ka na titira, mabilisang pagkain, puyat palagi pero handa pa ring tumulong."


When we reached Tondo, we stayed first in her clinic. Almost all the streets were flooded already! The rain got worse and poured like an angry Poseidon. 


"Ano, kaya mo ba pumunta sa covered court ng ganyan?"

* * *

I ventured through the flooded streets with my brother-in-law, and we successfully reached the covered court near the pier. Still, hundreds of people attended the Medical Mission. 


There were a lot of doctors still willing to cross the "sea" just to help. And I'm proud to say that my sister's one of them :)