sa pag-ihip ng hangin.

Is it I, Lord? 

Taliwas sa aking pag-uugali ang nais kong tahaking landas. Alam ng lahat yan. Isa akong makulit na bata. Maingay. Sinungaling. Makasalanan. Lahat ng kabaligtaran ng daan na nais ko, nasa akin nga siguro. Pero sa ilalim nito, nagtatago ang isang liwanag. Liwanag na siyang patuloy kong sinusundan, sinusunod at iginagalang.

Gusto kong maging pari. Alam ng lahat yan. Maliit pa lamang ako, pangarap ko na iyon. Nariyang isuot ko ang kumot at magkilos pari. Hindi ako nakuntento doon. Nariyan ang panahon na sa sobrang pagnanais ko na maging pari, hinanap ko sa internet ang lahat ng tungkol dito. Pumasok din ako sa samahang Altar Servers para mas makita ko ng malapitan kung ano nga ba ng ginagawa nila. Sobra akong tinangay ng aking pagnanais na kunin ang bokasyong tingin ng iba ay di bagay sa akin.

Dumadating rin minsan ang mga panahon na sa sobrang pagkatangay ko sa bokasyong ito, nawawala sa aking isipan ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagpapari. Dumadating ang oras na hindi ko man lang Siya iniisip. Natatangay ako ng panlabas na anyo ng pagpapari. Nawawala minsan ang tunay na kahulugan.

May mga panahon din na naguguluhan ako kung saang Order ako bibilang. Nariyang kausapin ko ang mga paring Agustino dito sa lumang simbahan. May pagkakataon na ding nakausap ko ang isang paring misyonero at isang Pransiskano nung ako ay nasa Japan. May nakausap na din akong paring Heswita. Marami ring paring Diyosesano o Diocesan na akong nakausap. Naguguluhan ako noon.

Marahil sa paglipas ng panahon, natututo tayo.  Sa aking palagay, sigurado na ako sa aking tatahaking landas. Itutuloy ko na ito. Wala nang atrasan. Maraming tao ang umaasa sa akin. Maraming naghihintay. Nawa’y hindi ko sila mabigo.

start the countdown.

Five months without posting. I’ve been too lazy to make a post. Well, here I am again trying to revive my blog. I don’t even know how to make a post now. My mind has been working in Japanese. Hell.

So what’s up?

Time flies fast. I remember this day of last year, I was very busy preparing things for my trip here in Japan. Now, I am still busy– busy preparing for my return.

I started to love Japan. I have gained 7 kilograms, and some inches for my height in just one year! If given a chance, I would really love to extend my stay here. I know it’s far from reality. I am going to miss everything. Enough. I am getting too emotional here. Haha.

While feeling sad about leaving, I am getting excited of going to college. I am a year late compared to my friends but who cares? I still look young. I am still an ikemen. Haha.

Til here. I’ll try to make a post tomorrow.

God Bless!

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Naisip kong sumulat sa Ingles pero pinigil ako ng hiya ko. Oo nga pala, susulat ako ng para sa Buwan ng Wika pero Ingles ang gagamitin ko. Sampal naman yata yun sa pambansang wika natin.

pentecost.

To be exact. It has been 51 days since I last updated. I was just carried away by the excitement and enjoyment of my stay here.

I am now having our summer vacation. Actually, it is not summer vacation. We are required to go to school for club practices and stuff. I can’t understand the logic. Oh well.

I joined the Kendo Club of our school. Only two students joined the club this year. As I see it, theb students are more attracted to sports related clubs.

Also, during the first week of August, we had our Fuji Summer Camp. And I tell you, it’s one of the best.

I would be posting some pictures here, I am still doing my Multiply Account. Gamman please. Gamman.

Kendo.

Ang Seminarista and His Kendo Buddy.

*More at my Multiply Account.

the newspaper scandal.

Back in my elementary and high school days, I was an advocate of journalism. It was up to the point that I was really trying hard to be part of the school organ. I was successful though.

In elementary, I joined The Reflector. It was the official school organ of Guadalupe Viejo E S. During the Young Writers’ Press Conferences and Contests, I was a frequent contestant in the category Pagsulat ng Balita or news writing. I always won. I reached the Nationals. It was held in Mandaue City and Lapu-Lapu City, Cebu. Luckily, I won fourth place. That was the golden age of my journalism career.

In high school, I was still eager to join the school paper. I joined Ang Kadluan. During my fourth year days, I was lucky enough to be chosen as the Punong Patnugot or Editor-in-Chief. And During the Regional Confab, I won fourth place. Unfortunately, being in the fourth place is not enough for you to be able to join the Nationals. You must at the top three posts. urgh.

It is also my dream to see my name in the newspaper with the word “By:” and not as the subject of the news. Just then I had the worst event of my life.