8.22.2012 | 23:40

The Power of Optimism

The day was normal apart from the partially cloudy skies foreboding a downpour. Nisan's assignment that day was to water the plants in the garden. However, with the other children seemingly less focused on their tasks, he was enticed to abandon.

The nuns were exceptionally different that day. He noticed that they were less talkative and they lost a certain appetite for rebuke. He thought that maybe, the gloom of the weather had something to contribute to it.

Or so he thought.

The superior was crying while talking to another nun. He tried to eavesdrop, negative as it may be but he has to know. News of his idol shot on an airport was worse than the weather.

It was supposed to be a day of liberation, a day of freedom. Sometimes, spirit is viral. When others weep, watchers become sensitive.

It could also be because, no one was strong enough to fight. No one had the courage to break through military leagues. Hope was gone.

But as a kid who knows all possibilities: who underestimates the value of failure; who treats bold moves with optimism; who expects even in the absence of something to hold on to; Nothing is over until it is over.


From this point on, we will project Nisan's perspectives on that eleventh birthday, every twenty-second day of August.

22 August 2011 - A Champion of Words

Credits go to Dabo for illustrating a fraction a year ago.

8.19.2012 | 23:10

The Hard Rock

The eve of my 'new year' was the rainiest day in my existence. Hours prior to that, work was suspended, news of submerged areas inundated the television. If there was a manifestation of worse nightmares after the Ondoy benchmark, it was it.

It's the greatest mood killer there was.

By my scientific foresight, I deduced several conclusions to the rain-bringing monsoon, none of which was the inclusion of our area in the list of casualties. Just to scale a comparison, Ondoy didn't affect our place drastically.

When natural calamities mean the possible suspension of academic activities, it is the exact opposite in a workplace: The greater reason there is to go to work to compensate for a possible cripple in production. Personally, I didn't mind going to work on my birthday not because I was to receive a gift from our President, but because I COULD go to work. As I said in one of my tweets, it doesn't matter if I do triathlon just to reach the office. I'm that dedicated.

Reviewing the extent of damages as compared to the celebration that I would have felt better, I realized how lucky I was. I became an engineer this year. I got to show others that I was capable of being independent. I got two high-paying jobs (related to my profession), one after another. Friends that I can never be more thankful for. A family who's always been behind me. Just the right time to count my blessings.

Though I still long for material things and love, I may give up on those areas to date. For one, I don't know how to save money. I always spend it on food and a huge chunk goes to my family, too. As for love, nothing is closer to chills on the  spine. Expecting is always the wrong verb.

However unceremonial the transition was, it more importantly meant something personally. Age is just a number but with these numbers come anticipation and changes. Things that must always be for the better.

I see age as a hard rock. Something that deserves not much focus but one I must always be aware(weary) of.

Postscript: Thanks to the people who took time to please me in your own ways, big or small. Everything is appreciated. :)

8.05.2012 | 07:09

Epic and Emotional

Since its inception, I knew right away that being friends with you would be a dangerous path to tread on. We virtually talked for hours and days more than I talk to my ex boyfriends or anyone else I find interesting. If there was a comparison, you are the flagship product launching the newest Android OS in the market. You were always too high for me and I liked the way you held me gently, listened to me cry over the phone because of worthless guys and failed attempts on a relationship. You saw me try and you were always there to be the crying shoulder.

Days streched to weeks, weeks to months and our progress as friends remained like a transient power source, it is on for most of the time but glitches take us out of touch then, without forcing it, we reconnect stronger than before.

I like you very much. Sometimes, I felt that you liked me too, but you were too high and I can't believe that it would be possible. If ever it was so, I was afraid to lose that bond so I always stood miles away from the weird possibility of seeing myself with you.

I've always thought ahead of you, no matter how you say that I've too many grains to grind seconded with that familiar phrase "papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako" which clouds everything to dust. I knew that your tropa won't like me in as much as I think that you won't like me either and that adds up to the infinitesimal possibility of us being together, in spite of all the flirting that we did.

However, there was that one day when you took all the risk to tell me that you wanted to become my boyfriend. I was left in a state of shock for less than ten seconds. You smiled and I was never, more relieved to be blessed with a gentle and caring person like you.

We never worked out though. I knew at the beginning that things would be different with my attitude towards other guys and with the way you wanted to hold me at the neck. You are a jealous person, I kept on inking that to your chest through faded kissmarks. You took me away from that mainstream moment when nothing could ever brace me. I fell in love and it rocketed on a rocky surface. No amount of pleading would give you the pleasure and stimulus to forgive me.

Days passed and I hear you making side notes and anything sinister. When I confronted you, you told me it was nothing, that it ain't for me. Recently, I saw you talk to one of your colleagues over a stream and news snapped my heart.

Though as they say, all good things come with a price and for this matter, the price needed to be paid in cash. Yeah, we may have had that installment love affair which was fun if you ask me, but it is all over and I just hope that you do well with your new lover who I think is better than me in all aspects. He is a lucky guy to have you. I wish nothing but the best for you two.

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless handheld

Unquote Joe

Most of the time, tact is not for the intelligent. It takes a great deal of 'being there' to realize that something else is going on.
Albeit Greatness speaks of an effort-filled voyage, the shortest trail en route is the way down.

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