What the....

looking at my files on my external hard disk, i saw a word file entitled: Dear Daddy and Mommy. it goes something like this:

Dear Daddy and Mommy,

Naaalala nyo ba yung mga panahong gusto ko kayong kausapin tungkol sa pagpasok ko sa seminaryo? Yung minsang habang nagtatanghalian tayong pamilya isang Sunday ay napansin nyong matamlay ako. Yun yung mga panahong natatakot ako dahil hindi ko alam kung paano sasabihing kailangan ko kayong iwan, yung mga panahong iniisip ko kung paano na lilipas ang bawat Sunday Lunch na hindi ko kayo kasalo.

Nung tinawag nyo ang pansin ko nung mga sandaling yun at tinanong ako kung ano ang problema, hindi ko napigilang umiyak sa harap ninyo habang nagpapaalam, “Mommy, Daddy, papasok na po ako sa seminaryo.”

Tumigil ang oras. Tila, sumama na sa mga luha ko ang takot, sakit, at pag-aalala sa magiging reaction ninyo.

At nang matapos kong sabihin ang lahat, hindi ko inaasahan ang mga nakita ko. Habang nakatingin kayo sa akin, walang kibo na tila nangungusap ang mga mata, binigyan nyo ako ng dalawang matatamis na ngiti.

Nang Makita ko ang mga ngiting yun, alam kong pumayag kayo, at nasa mga ngiiting yun ang pagtitiwala at suportang kaylangan ko sa pagsagot sa panawagan ng Diyos. Sa totoo lang dama ko nun na ako na yata ang pinakamasayang anak sa mundo.

Salamat.

para sa mga gustong pumasok sa seminaryo, basahin nyo ito.

i was laughing...

I got somethings from National Bookstore today for my requirement in art appreciation. There were a lot of people.

Anyway, going back i rode a jeepney. Approaching near USJ-R in Basak a passenger tap a coin on the handle bar(like what the filipinos are use to do inside a jeepney for the jeppney to stop and the passenger can go down), the passenger was a girl, as she was going down jeepney the Kunduktor or the money collector reach out his hand. The first thing that came into mind was the Kunduktor will help the girl go down the jeepney because the jeepney was high. to my surprise the Kunduktor only took the money and left the girl on her own.

Talking about being a GENTLEMAN. try to reflect...

I was laughing after what happened. i don't want to judge. i leave it to you. Good Luck!

Champion!!!

For the fourth and last time i won the table tennis single division of the college intrams

Thank you Lord for guiding me the whole time.

My Christmas Card to Everone !!!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to Eveyone !!!

I'm Tired

I am not a graduating student in college, i am now experiencing a great pressure from the school at the same time in the seminary.

Thank God my classes are over for the year, i am now just waiting for our Christmas break to start. this week will be our intrams week and after that i am going home.

This Christmas break my batchmates in the seminary will be going to CEBU for a vacation and at the same time our bonding. yehey !!!!!!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!!

Remembering the PAST...

4th Year

3rd Year

2nd Year

1st Year

As i was browsing my external hard disk this afternoon, i came across these pictures. When we were 1st yrs, we were 33. 2nd yrs, we were 28. 3rd yrs, we were 28, and we graduated 22.

those were the years in high school...

Like a fourth student again...

Last september 11, 2009 was the funeral mass of Fr. Macky. I was shocked by the salesians that were present, there were a lot of them from the North and the south province.

Before the funeral mass, i saw Fr. Godo and Fr. Nioret. i greeted them. after the mass, i saw Fr. John Cardinal. its been a long time seen we haven't seen each other, its like three years now. i join Fr. John in the table and we talked for a long time. while talking to him, I remembered my high school years in Lawaan.

That night during my meditation, I came to realize that, that morning i was like a fourth year high school seminarian in Lawaan. Fr. Niret as my RECTOR, Fr. Godo as the ADMINISTRATOR, and Fr. John my PRINCIPAL. You can see it in the picture above during our graduation. The only Salesian lacking was Br. Don2x. Those were the years and they are now part of my history.

Memories...